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  <pubDate>Wed, 01 Jun 2005 17:17:03 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR BRIAN .. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   I love you.  Omg, you old bastard.  21 .. I&apos;m so proud of you.  Man.  I called you last night to wish you a happy bday but there was no answer, as usual.  OH I GOT MY HAIR BRAIDED, RIGHT .. AND THE GIRL THAT DID IT .. shes black, and shes from new orleans, so i was talkin` about you .. lol, and it was funny, we were talkin` about gumbo, and bubbler, and all that, lmao.  And I told her it was your bday and I had to call you n stuff.  I love you i love you i love you i love you i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy birthdayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&amp;lt;333333333333333333333333333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk that is my entry to you.&lt;br /&gt;fuck off. :DDDDDDDDDD</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 25 May 2005 12:08:15 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I feel like I&apos;m seperating from someone that was a big part of my life.  I hate the feeling, and I wish I had time to express myself, but unfortunatley I don&apos;t.  I&apos;ve been through a lot with this person, and I felt like they were a part of me.  Literally, we were two different people, but we were one.  We always knew what eachother felt, or what we were thinking.  We thought alike in a lot of the same ways as well.  Our minds were like one, and we had that special connection that many people don&apos;t have .. or have, but can&apos;t find.  I&apos;ve known them since I was about twelve .. I&apos;m going to be seventeen.  That&apos;s a long time .. their birthday is coming up soon too .. heh.  As much as they&apos;ve watched me grow .. I&apos;ve watched them grow too.  Even though they are older .. it doesn&apos;t really matter.  We&apos;ve been pissed off together, happy together, depressed together, felt lonely together.  We&apos;ve been through everything together.  This person was so many roles to me, too.  They played a type of friend figure, parent figure, older sibling figure, and even a boy/girlfriend figure before.  Kinda nuts .. I just really miss them .. and I wish things weren&apos;t changing so fast .. I know me and that person will always have some type of bond .. whether it&apos;s there or not .. I can still feel it .. and hopefully they can too.  I doubt the person I&apos;m writing about will even see this entry because they probably wouldn&apos;t think to look since I never write in this anymore .. but if they did .. they should know who they are.  If they don&apos;t .. then I guess our bond really is starting to break .. and I should just face reality.  People change .. and friendships slowly fade away.  I know this.  I&apos;ve been there, done that.  This person always told me I shouldn&apos;t have to worry about that with them though .. because whether or not we talked everyday, or only talked once a month .. they would always be there .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I love you, and your the bestest friend I&apos;ve ever had.  You know I&apos;ll &lt;b&gt;always&lt;/b&gt; be here .. I can&apos;t ever forget you, or forget the things we&apos;ve been through together.  It means a lot to me, and it taught me a lot as well.</description>
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  <lj:music>Mario; How Could You</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 08 May 2005 01:48:03 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Good god.  I need a new layout for this shit.  It&apos;s all fucked up and what not .. definately not how it was when I left, but whatever.  Well .. first I need a computer. :\  That&apos;d be nice .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yeah I&apos;m babbling about absolutely nothing .. but thats just because I miss typing in this thing. &lt;br /&gt;          ;-;!!!!!!!!     -hugs my journal-  I will come back to you .. soon .. well .. eventually .. I promise you .. &amp;gt;.&amp;gt; .. then again, i&apos;ll be 17 in july .. maybe i&apos;ll be too old and i won&apos;t want you anymore?  -SMACKS SELF- noooo no no don&apos;t say such things.  wait.  i have to face the facts.  i won&apos;t have my computer back until i&apos;m like .. 19 .. and thats absoultely rediculous and i&apos;ll prolly be off to college .. and i might not have time to be online .. and .. ugh i can&apos;t wait that long .. i miss all my songs .. and my downloader .. and my pictures .. and my beautiful usher background. ._.; KSEJHDFDSKHFXHDFKSGKJSDGADHSFGSGSDK i am so annoyed now.  i miss my effin` shit .. maybe i&apos;ll just pack my bags when i&apos;m 18 .. and go to california .. this way, no one will bother me.  and whenever someone calls me .. i&apos;ll be like, &quot; kill yourself you asshole, i&apos;m not in rhode island anymore. &quot;  haha, motherfuckers.  they will pay .. i will make them .. see what they do to me?  they make me more insane then i already am .. i sound like a fucking killer.  &amp;lt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG ITS SAD THAT I DON&apos;T EVEN REMEMBER MY HTML STUFF. -.-;; ALL THAT .. TIME AND EFFORT TO REMEMBER IT ALL .. AND ALL THE BRAIN CELLS I&apos;VE STRESSED .. ALL PUT TO COMPLETE AND UTTER WASTE.  &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;  This is the story of my liiife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright .. i&apos;m outtie.  peace out nigz.   &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt; i mean n*gz* .. my bad brian. &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;;; &lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw; fuck this &apos;friends only&apos; shit .. this new journal hasn&apos;t had enough of my attention to even add all my friends from my other journal yet.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 08 Apr 2005 12:19:03 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;GOOD GOD.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    PINK LADIES - &apos;04 - &apos;05 ( Way-Out Games )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    what muthafuckers?  you&apos;ve officially been PIMPED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   How does it feel getting beat by us AGAIN?!</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 08 Nov 2004 01:28:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Friends Only.</title>
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  <description>&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/currish/04735e3f.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/currish/hanako_butterfly.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I&apos;m actually sorry I have to do this. I never made my journal FO before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I&apos;m not picky, but if you don&apos;t think you&apos;re going to like what I have to say, then don&apos;t bother asking to be added.  If you think you&apos;re some smartass that thinks I&apos;m stupid and I&apos;m going to keep you around if you run your mouth in comments on my journal, think again.  I won&apos;t tolerate it.  This is my journal, I can write about who I want, when I want, and what I want.  Everyone that knows me knows I&apos;m really straight up, so if you don&apos;t like it, just click on the X now, and don&apos;t waste my time.  Spear me the drama, and energy loss of having to remove you myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will be all. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/currish/04735e3f.gif&quot;&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Lloyd Banks; Karma</lj:music>
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