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  <pubDate>Tue, 09 Sep 2008 06:20:07 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Totally fucking lost my mind and laid into Leigh. I held nothing back. I wish that I had had the courage years ago, then I wouldn&apos;t be where I am today. Not that here, at Torch&apos;s is bad, but here, where things stand with Leigh. Had a great time with Torch and Jules. We consumed mass quantities(heh, I said titties), at La Teresita. Relaxed in the cozy environs of casa. Need the down time. I have to get rid of my gun, Leigh doesn&apos;t want one in the house. Might have something to do with me telling her that she has come very close to me putting a bullet in her head. That just might have something to do with it. I&apos;m going to apply for section8 in Tampa.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2008 00:37:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I&apos;m losin&apos; it</title>
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  <description>I can&apos;t wait till she goes back to work. Aaaahhh. Blessed peace, privacy, and serenity. Plus getting to smoke a bowl every now and then. Thanx to those who have been kind to her. I am finding it ore and more difficult every day to be civil, to my shame. Soon, so sayeth the IRS, I will have my measly 300 from the bread and circuses routine our gov. so graciously allotted me. Whooppee!! I am very glad to have the people in my life that I do, but my fucking god, how did Bonnie(grandmother), not strangle her at birth? &apos;nuff said about that.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 03 Sep 2008 04:53:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Batshit crazy, any one?</title>
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  <description>My mom has been home for about 3 weeks now, and I&apos;m going absolutley batshit crazy. SHe broke the dryer a coupla days ago by being a dumbass, then acts as though everything is ok. I swear to fucking god, I am gonna lose it and just start screaming at her if somehitng doesn&apos;t give.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 23 Aug 2008 19:46:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>lost</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m not real comfortable with this venue, but I guess it&apos;s better than nothing. Last year was probably the worst year of my life.&amp;nbsp; I had hoped that after the dust settled, I would be in a better place, but I&apos;m not. There is just so much that sucks about the inside of me. I don&apos;t want to talk about&amp;nbsp; it with any one. There&apos;s not a goddamn thing that will make it better or make me feel better. I&apos;m just fucked.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 17:37:33 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;m a lumberjack and I&apos;m ok</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2008 21:32:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>missing people</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m missing some people something fierce these days. Just read Duma Key by Stephen King. Whilst reading, I would come across a passage that I wished I could share with my grandmother. She would have loved it. I gotsta say, the closer Oct. gets, the worse I feel. My system is in rebellion and it&apos;s taking alot of willpower on my part to keep it together.</description>
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