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  <title>So Far Off Broadway</title>
  <subtitle>How the Hell Did I Get Here?</subtitle>
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  <updated>2009-11-06T23:37:05Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dabrandimonster:124978</id>
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    <title>completely inaccurate</title>
    <published>2009-11-06T23:37:05Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-06T23:37:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table style="width: 400px; background-color: #000000; border: 1px solid #110000;" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;Greed:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #220011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 40px; background: #330077;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;Gluttony:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #110022; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Very Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 16px; background: #110099;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;Wrath:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #220011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 62px; background: #330077;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;Sloth:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 94px; background: #660033;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;Envy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 66px; background: #660033;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;Lust:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #110022; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Very Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 2px; background: #110099;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;Pride:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 86px; background: #660033;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/seven_deadly_sins.html" target="_top"&gt;Discover Your Sins - Click Here&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dabrandimonster:124746</id>
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    <title>dabrandimonster @ 2009-11-04T18:44:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-04T23:45:49Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-04T23:45:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">grumble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so apparently i suck at life in totally new ways today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that means i'm done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way for safety nets to get torn away....</content>
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    <title>dabrandimonster @ 2009-10-31T09:33:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-31T13:35:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-31T13:35:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I clearly have social leprocy. The only thing to do about it I suppose is exile myself like they used to do with lepers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And frankly, at this point in time, that plan sounds like a good one.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dabrandimonster:123467</id>
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    <title>dabrandimonster @ 2009-10-19T18:02:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-19T22:06:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-19T22:06:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I looked in the mirror this morning that sal my double chin reappearing. My immedate thought was- wow, your fat, you should go kill yourself. And as I went through the day I started to agree with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin, no need to lecture, its okay to be a fattie, blah blah blah. I worked hard to drop that weight, but here it is again. Its like nothing I do ever works. Oh, and that never getting married again. Well, I bet the double chin that said hello this morning has something to do with that.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dabrandimonster:123261</id>
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    <title>dabrandimonster @ 2009-10-14T21:00:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-15T01:03:09Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-15T01:03:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yet another sappy hallmark holiday is coming saturday. Sweetest day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa made me help him pick out a card for my gma. Lame. I haven't had a sweetest in so long i don't remember what it is like, and an not going to get a reminder anytime soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't even get a guy to ask me out on a date, let alone a sappy card. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know  why this is bugging me, i have been in a really good place lately, but it does bug me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame all my friends who are getting married off in the next couple months! (jk :) )</content>
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    <title>dabrandimonster @ 2009-10-09T21:19:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-10T01:19:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-10T01:19:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">FRUSTRATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So frustrated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it, I will just go to bed!</content>
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    <title>dabrandimonster @ 2009-10-08T20:44:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-09T01:00:04Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-09T01:00:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dog training went relatively well. I am way behind at work... and I am getting nervous about that... I am less nervous about other things... well most things. I love my car, and my job, and my dog. And random time spent with random ppl. But, ultimately I am alone and its okay. Bridezilla's is on, and it amuses me that these ill tempered monsters can get a man but i sit at home on my butt unless I twist ppls arm's. Funny. Oh well, 50 bucks a check goes to the baby fund until the SL are paid off, and then everything goes into it. Worst case scenario, I will have enough by 41 y/o. I never thought I would have to resort to that, but if tahts what I have to do, then I will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as I have 12.5 years to wait, I might as well not give up hope yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured out my halleween costume. To bad I can't spell it.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks to know you are wrong and have no idea how to make it correct. Story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings are still hurt about not being deep enought to take that class, but mostly bc she hasn't tried to apologize, not bc of her rude comment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might hit Ceder Point this weekend with Carrie... that would rock. I don't know her family very well but they seem nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my family cared about ppls feelings like other ppls do. I will make sure to have that in mine, when I adopt my Russian Baby. I would rather adopt a chinese baby girl, but they require two parents marreid for at least blah many years... Russia is much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better about being alone, now that I have plans inplace to deal with it. Yeah... so things are much better, and leveling off, but not fantastic.</content>
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    <title>dabrandimonster @ 2009-10-07T22:06:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-08T02:07:45Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-08T02:07:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am so tired, but i can't sleep until my download is over... sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am so behind in work reading, but what ya going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been kicking around some stuff lately, mostly throwing myself in front of a train bc i can't move out, but hey... what you going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but saying something might be as devistating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lame!</content>
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    <title>dabrandimonster @ 2009-10-05T20:23:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-06T00:24:36Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-06T00:24:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ambigudate... that is my new favorite term. just so you all know. to bad it is the extent of my love life... or dating life, or whatever.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dabrandimonster:121901</id>
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    <title>dabrandimonster @ 2009-10-03T22:49:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-04T02:49:54Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-04T02:49:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">just because he has kicked the negaverse around from time to time doesn't mean that he is prince charming</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dabrandimonster:121373</id>
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    <title>dabrandimonster @ 2009-09-30T19:15:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-30T23:17:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-30T23:17:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, I looked at some more apartments tonight. And found one that will be a little bit cheaper... but still... IDK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am going to sit down and work out the numbers. We shall see. Either way I have to get out off here.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dabrandimonster:121197</id>
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    <title>dabrandimonster @ 2009-09-29T22:30:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-30T02:32:21Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-30T02:32:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">best response to what happend tonight at the tute:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan&lt;br /&gt;she's a retard and she needs to shut up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but anything else and she needs a good smack in the face</content>
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    <title>dabrandimonster @ 2009-09-26T00:48:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-26T05:01:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-26T05:01:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i got two dances out of my crush tonight. 2. but i kinda realize that that will be all i ever get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i move i will be in the other ward, maybe that will help.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dabrandimonster:120650</id>
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    <title>dabrandimonster @ 2009-09-14T17:26:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-14T21:26:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-14T21:26:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So work didn't suck.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dabrandimonster:120342</id>
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    <title>dabrandimonster @ 2009-09-08T18:19:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-08T22:20:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-08T22:20:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The terror of being unemployed is passing, and the terror of being unable to do my job and getting fired has started up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile the terror of dying alone remains consant.</content>
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    <title>dabrandimonster @ 2009-08-01T16:41:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-01T21:06:16Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-01T21:06:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well thursday sucked, about as much as I figured. I stayed in bed until like 5 pm, and then I went to dinner with a jerk (Captain Blow-Off, for those of you who know is alter ego) just to remind myself that I am likely better off, but it did not work. It was just dinner, not a date, so no need to jump me over having standards... because clearly I would be happier if I had none. &lt;br /&gt;Speaking of no standards... I should have stayed married. He was to lazy to ever do the paper work, and I could have just stayed married and ridden the crazy out. Then maybe I would not have ended up in Frazolli's on my 4th wedding anniverary with my friends from the family ward sitting accross the resturant making faces at me like I am on a date, when I know full well that it is not a date and frankly I will never go on one again so there is no need to point and laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that alot of this depression I am stuck in is purely that I am unemployed, and carless, and broke. But, I also happen to know that a lot of this is the fact that I am never going to have babies becasue I will never get married mostly bc I will never go on a date again in my natural life!  (Erin, you may not correct me here, bc I am right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy anniversary... thanks for making me want to slight my wrists... and for ruining my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which... I just want to say in bed, right, and try to sleep and never get out of bed... which I understand is totally  my clinical depression talking but whatever... anyways my red headed friend is making me have a bday party tonight, in like 10 minutes. I wanted to stay in bed, but I got vetoed. And its not like I expected anyone to come to this shindig, I didn't bc there is no notice and whatnot and ppl have lives and plans and stuff (except me) but texting saying no thanks would at least be nice. I know you guys are not my friends, but at least tell me no thanks, okay. I know you have lives, but you don't have to rub them in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know life sucks when your ht asks you what he can do for you, and you ask him to hit you with his car. I am hoping he knew it was a joke... you never know with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the whinning... divorce and unemployment, and my family will drive anyone to depression.  Oh and that whole you suck at life and here is a bday to remind you of such- all your friends from hs are doctors and lawyers and stuff and you are unemployed in your gram's basement and can't get a job or a date... so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and frankly i know why no one wants to hang out with me... bc i am a debbie downer, and i am no fun... but i really am a great person, and I really am fun. but i just can't bring out the real me for all the stress in my life. I wish that I could, but I am trapped, and don't know how to escape. and what is bad is that at this point i will likely never escape. its all a self perpetuating cycle, and i will never ever break free, and it sucks bc i thought i was getting better, i thought that life was improving and that i might be able to get out of this dark whole for once and for all, but then its my 4th anniversary and i am still all alone and he is who knows where having moved on with his life and completely happy to be rid of me and here i am still stuck on him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so done with life that the last few days i have begun to doubt that hf even loves me... because no one else does so why would anyone else. i mean i don't even have a calling and i have never done a talk so i doubt most hightly that he thinks i have anything to say.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh well.... that is enough of a rant</content>
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    <title>dabrandimonster @ 2009-07-03T14:33:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-03T18:34:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-03T18:34:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Does anyone want to form an unemployment club? I need structure!</content>
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    <title>dabrandimonster @ 2009-06-23T14:55:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-23T19:06:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-23T19:06:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My plans, much like my life, keeps falling apart. No cedar point is in my future. I still don't jave a job. I am just pointing these things out, not whining. Nauvoo was bad and good, and it solidified that I need to keep on trucking, specifically that I needed to ignore the moe's around me... so that was good to learn... or accept at least.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dabrandimonster:119077</id>
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    <title>dabrandimonster @ 2009-06-13T19:03:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-13T23:12:17Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-13T23:12:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I did not hear about the job this week either. That means they have not decided yet, or that I didn't get it and they have not called me. My application still says under review, so there is hope. I have decided that there is nothing I can do, but trust the HF will take care of this or lead me to a different job elsewhere... so I am not gonna worry about it until I get back from Nauvoo next week.&lt;br /&gt;I have limited internet access, so I will have to hit the job search in more interesting ways... like voodoo dolls, but I am sure it will work. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone, except for the evil one, is in Jamaicia, so life is nice right now, except when the evil one gets her typical twist in her panties... But, there is nothing I can go except avoid her, so I do that!&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of annoying things I could say about that, but why vent about someone who is crazy and unimportant.&lt;br /&gt;I leave Thursday night to go to Nauvoo, and I am geeking out about it... being the huge history nerd I am, and not having been raised in the church I am excited to go for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;Graduating tomorrow has brought me a lot of peace on things, and I will be okay with or without a job planned, with or without a home, and with or without a man. &lt;br /&gt;So, I think I have made progress here lately, and all it took was being finished with college.&lt;br /&gt;What freaks me out is I should be stressed about things, but I am the most relaxed I have been in literally years.</content>
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    <title>dabrandimonster @ 2009-06-10T12:03:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-10T16:03:32Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-10T16:03:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">why can't it just work!</content>
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    <title>dabrandimonster @ 2009-06-04T13:55:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-04T17:56:29Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-04T17:56:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh David Carridine... I will miss you. You really were the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happens in the hotel room, sssstays in the the hotel room."</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dabrandimonster:118354</id>
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    <title>dabrandimonster @ 2009-06-03T16:56:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-03T20:57:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-03T20:57:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am painfully single, and kinda sex deprived... and my friend totally just went for it and asked for a bootie call and i totally CTR'ed him... its interesting to see me apply things that i didn't know until it was to late to have realy protected my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow... now i have a head ache.</content>
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    <title>dabrandimonster @ 2009-06-03T10:45:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-03T14:46:53Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-03T14:46:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Tomorrow is my last day of class. I have one exam and a paper due next week and then I am free. I am still waiting to hear from my job. Oh, and I got a nasty letter telling me that I did not file my school taxs and that they were going to destroy me... so I went and filed them and they owed me 84 dollars. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I have an apartment figured out, and I think I have a car narrowed down... all I need is a job and life will be good.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dabrandimonster:117808</id>
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    <title>dabrandimonster @ 2009-05-28T09:57:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-28T14:00:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-28T14:00:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I have completely given up on that guy I like, and I am at a good place with it. At least he reset my lesbian counter. &lt;br /&gt;I am sitting outside my class in an international cafe watching a children's show in ASL and SPANISH at the same time, and it remindes me of how much ASL I have forgotten, and it makes me sad. I should have jumped ship and become an interperator. If I knew that only a few months later Brandon would be gone anyways... I was so stupid. But that won't happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. After today I have to go to class 2 more times ever, unless I reup in that whole being a student thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jury is still out on that kiddies.</content>
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    <title>dabrandimonster @ 2009-05-26T10:22:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-26T14:24:16Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-26T14:24:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am better. i don't have a job or a car, and am getting kicked out of my house, but i really am doing better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will work out... yes, it will.</content>
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