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    <title>brittany_oh @ 2009-12-01T21:56:00</title>
    <published>2009-12-02T02:56:43Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I only get on here to steal free music from indie exchange.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps it's my 1 year anniversary with ray wroten!!!!!!!!!!!</content>
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    <title>brittany_oh @ 2009-05-30T14:08:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-30T18:10:39Z</published>
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    <content type="html">My brother hit his girlfriend last night. I really like his girlfriend too, she's been a friend of mine for a long time. After he hit her, he pinned her to th ebathroom floor so she wouldnt get up while he put his hands on my mom, who was trying to get him off her. He didnt hit my mom, just push and shove, some bruises here and there. Along with his countless possession charges, he now has assault to the second degree. He is 17. I can't wait until my dad gets home. I wish he wasnt so scared to kick his ass.</content>
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    <title>brittany_oh @ 2009-05-14T13:34:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-14T17:36:09Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-14T17:36:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;School is officially over&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Summer is officially starting &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ray told me he is 'in love' with me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Im saving money &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going to Myrtle Beach for my 20th birthday with Ray in June &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a month after that I'm going to FL with steph for her 21st! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm a happy little girl. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;</content>
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    <title>brittany_oh @ 2009-03-19T00:46:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-19T04:48:53Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-19T04:48:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">There are many aspects of my life:&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Best Friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;School&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;See those 5 things? Everything is perfect in all of them. Therefor, I conclude that my life is perfect. I don't specifically have anything that I need to improve on at this point and am extremely content with everything in my life. &lt;br /&gt;Having said that, I am fucking terrified. Something bad will happen soon to make all of those fall I'm sure but, I will enjoy this muse as long as I&amp;nbsp;can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>brittany_oh @ 2009-02-23T17:31:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-23T22:32:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-23T22:32:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I never update anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sorry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to change my icon picture, I'm still blond in it and I just noticed. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ray is petting me right now. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;</content>
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    <title>brittany_oh @ 2009-01-22T00:58:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-22T06:03:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-22T06:03:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's hard to remember to post when everything in your life seems perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still dont have a job but I'm collecting unemployment. &lt;br /&gt;I start school on Monday. Just two classes, (no health insurance is not good). Mon and weds, 11-430. oral communication and business law. Both seem really interesting and if ECON 200 opens up than goodbye business law. &lt;br /&gt;I still need text books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent gone out all this week and I've watched a new movie every night in my room with my friend allison and weve been eating munchies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking for a job. I still miss carolann. I still am happy with where Ray and I are going. &lt;br /&gt;He's takng me out to sushi tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, my mom is doing amazing :)&amp;nbsp; her surgery was very sucessful and her recovery is smoother and faster than everyone expected.</content>
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    <title>brittany_oh @ 2008-12-29T21:13:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-30T02:22:58Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I dont really hve much to say. Ive been drinking exsessively and having even more sex. my life has been good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to girls night at the cheesecake factory with Leah, Steph and Sef and that was a great time except I wish Carolann and Heather could have came but, oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holidy was great, I got a minifridge in my room! now my brother cant steal stuff.. hopefully. I feel like I'm in salisbury dorm though. Like, all I need is a microwave and I could live in this room I suppose. I mean, thats what a dorm is anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im looking forward to new years. My dress is the plaid print of a school girls skirt, but its an entire dress. Strapless. I bought a garter belt today and some sexy thigh-highs to wear underneath it. I dont really know why.. me and ray will probably get too drunk to enjoy related to sex that night but, thats okay. I guess Ill go to Leah and stephs boyfriends house first and then the bar to see ray. We get breakfast at 3am! thats exciting. Id like to stop by Katys and see everyone because I miss them ll to death but I&amp;nbsp;know that &lt;br /&gt;1) almost all of them dont really care&lt;br /&gt;2) new years is not&amp;nbsp; good night to be driving everywhere &lt;br /&gt;3) I do eventully just want to get someone and get drunk.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that probably wont happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my ipod like 3 weeks ago and just assumed it would turn up but hasnt. my mom lost her navigation system thing. Hmmm? My brother should stop being&amp;nbsp; theif, I dont have money for another ipod this year. &lt;br /&gt;Especially since I got laid off from my job on Christmas eve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, im grateful for everything that I&amp;nbsp;have, had a good holiday, have great friends, and a great boyfriend, and cant wait for new years.</content>
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    <title>brittany_oh @ 2008-12-26T02:29:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-26T07:31:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-26T07:31:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donovan had a part tonight and he didnt even call me because he assumed that I would be with my boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;1) I was with my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;2) He had a party too &lt;br /&gt;3) I would have stopped by donovans before Rays.. he is my bestfriend... &lt;br /&gt;4)&amp;nbsp;Why doesnt he know that he comes first?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just drunk and pissed&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>brittany_oh @ 2008-12-23T14:44:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-23T19:45:49Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.shoeboxblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/piggy-bank.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>brittany_oh @ 2008-12-16T23:19:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-17T04:21:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-17T04:21:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Omg, I&amp;nbsp;just told my mom that I wasnt a virgin. I told I had sex with Eric, John and Ray. She didnt freak out, she just looked at me like WTF. I told her I lied because I thought it was funny and she was stupid to believe me. &lt;br /&gt;quote of the night:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;So, youre serious? youre boinking ray?&amp;quot;</content>
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    <title>dont wonder why i hate relationships anymore</title>
    <published>2008-11-20T20:08:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-20T20:08:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Addiction is the hallmark of every infatuation-based love story. It all begins when the object of your adoration bestows upon you a heady, hallucinogenic dose of something you never even dared to admit that you wanted - an emotional speed ball, perhaps, of thunderous love and roiling excitement. Soon you start craving that intense attention, with the hungry obsession of any junkie. When the drug is withheld, you promptly turn sick, crazy and depleted (not to mention resentful of the dealer who encouraged this addiction in the first place but who now refuses to pony up the good stuff anymore - despite the fact that you &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; he has it hidden somewhere, goddamn it, because &lt;em&gt;he used to give it to you for free&lt;/em&gt;). Next stage finds you skinny and shaking in a corner, certain only that you would sell your soul or rob your neighbors just to have &lt;em&gt;that thing&lt;/em&gt; even one more time. Meanwhile, the object of your adoration has now become repulsed by you. He looks at you like you're someone he's never met before, much less someone he once loved with high passion. The irony is, you can hardly blame him. I mean, check yourself out. You're a pathetic mess, unrecognizable even to your own eyes. So that's it. You have now reached infatuations final destination - the complete and merciless devaluation of self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>i mean, everyone else is.</title>
    <published>2008-11-05T18:51:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-05T18:51:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1) Write 20 things you wish you could say to people, but never will.&lt;br /&gt;2) Don't say who they are.&lt;br /&gt;3) Never discuss it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I wish you could see what you were doing to yourself. I tried to help you but you need to realize and then help yourself first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I was your own ally and now that you have fucked me over, you have no one. I hope you change, but since I know you wont, I somewhat&amp;nbsp; hope you hit rock bottom. Maybe that will be more of an incentive to do something for yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Even though I have slept with you recently,&amp;nbsp;I think you are pretty disgusting. The way you look and your habits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You are one amazing person. Never forget it, never compromise and never change. I want&amp;nbsp; you in my life for eternity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I wish we were better friends but I dont have time to put into the relationship. I'm not really sorry either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you werent so fat, I would already be completely in love with you. I want to look past it, but youre pretty hairy too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You dont have to live up to your old reputation and lifestyle. You can be yourself and stand up for yourself in a more mature way. The fact is, you know that and you still do nothing about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You are in a phase that I cant bump you out of. My patience has turned to frustration and we've been rocky. I know its out of my hands, but I will do my best to get you out of your depression so you can return to us soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. We used to date. You were once my bestfriend. Weve completely slipped away from eachother but I hope now that you have broken up with her, you can come back in my life again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Its completely selfish, but Im glad that he hurt you so bad this time because now i know youre not going back to him, for good. And that only means we can have so many more good times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I think that you tell me you have done drugs before to try to make conversation with me but the more you talk about it, the more I think you never have. And Im offending that you made it up because you think those are my only interests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I think you are so dumb for calling girls slutty when you are.. pretty up there yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I cant trust you and I&amp;nbsp;never will. I hope the best for you really but I can never forgive or forget what you did to me and honestly, maybe I could get closure if there was 100% way to know WHAT happened behind my back. I will never stop asking questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Why are you so prude? You are beautiful, and I want to fuck you.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I think you are cute and you would make a wonderful roommate but if you keep asking me to hang out, I will get the feeling you are into me and then, you will be out of a roomate. Im not down with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I dont know how you feel about anything that has happened. We need to talk but I dont knwo what to say or how to bring it up. I just want you to be open with your feelings so I can understand mine. Maybe our timing was just wrong but you need to grow up. I still love you everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you were down, I would probably do it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I wish she didnt fuck&amp;nbsp; your head up. You are an amazing person and now you have issues. I was there for you once and I would cry with you again if you needed me to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I think this time around we will be so much better friends. I am glad that you are back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I love being in your company, but you are so shy and awkward that I laugh at you to myself. And, you are so amazing and you dont know it? I hope you find someone someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end. BTW:&amp;nbsp;I wont be shy about the answers. If you ask me (not via LJ) I would be willing to answer any and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca:&amp;nbsp;I hope you do this too. I knew you would like it. (even though youre not in mine, haha)</content>
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    <title>HAPPY HALLOWEEN</title>
    <published>2008-11-01T22:53:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-01T22:53:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/brittany_oh/pic/0001qft5/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/brittany_oh/pic/0001qft5/s320x240" style="width: 179px; height: 268px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>brittany_oh @ 2008-10-13T01:13:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-13T05:14:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-13T05:14:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I bought $60 worth of drugs for this weekend and I hardly touched any of&amp;nbsp; them. &lt;br /&gt;Either I am starting to get uninterested or this weekend was beat.</content>
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    <title>brittany_oh @ 2008-09-30T00:36:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-30T04:39:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-30T04:39:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My life rules. My life sucks. I'm so fucking lucky. I'm so fucking unlucky. I love my friends. I love my school. I hate my job. I love my paychecks. I hate money. I hate bills. I hate the leak in my car and the rain that floods it WTF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get off Saturday. Ren Fest, I mean HARDCORE CIDER here I come. &lt;br /&gt;I hope I have money.. ehh?</content>
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    <title>brittany_oh @ 2008-09-17T21:59:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-18T02:04:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-18T03:01:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/brittany_oh/pic/0001k9d3/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/brittany_oh/pic/0001k9d3/s320x240" width="255" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c89/b_orange/Summer%2008/80s/016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could stop comparing and just let myself be happy. &lt;br /&gt;But thats not happening anytime soon. &lt;br /&gt;I'm over him, I'm not over what happened. Or, maybe its the other way around?&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm over &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; but it's making things difficult with John. &lt;br /&gt;Or John is making things difficult with John. Wait, John makes nothing difficult. This is all me. &lt;br /&gt;And, that's what usually happens anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! No matter who/what, I was so so hurt and that has obvious effects on how I interact with my future relationships. So, we can blame that for now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shut up brittany get over it.</content>
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    <title>brittany_oh @ 2008-09-15T22:32:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-16T02:34:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-16T02:34:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">(maybe its my lack of free time, maybe its the job, maybe its school. &lt;br /&gt;it could be my lack of drugs and alcohol, it could be the presence of him) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont care about anything anymore.</content>
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    <title>brittany_oh @ 2008-09-10T00:42:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-10T04:43:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-10T04:43:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/SMMSMl2qpvI/AAAAAAAAF4A/BU_6ToBxDTY/s400/heroine.jpg" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>brittany_oh @ 2008-09-05T15:30:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-05T19:35:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-05T19:35:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, really? Worst week ever. The lightrail takes forever and I am annoyed everyday and so anxious/sweaty that I will be late and sometimes I AM LATE. &lt;br /&gt;And then I lose a good friend over silly reasons. And I find out Eric cheated on me TWICE. Going away to college was not good at all. &lt;br /&gt;I wake up to a flat tire and yesterday was my dads birthday. I worked while family from PA, (whats the ab. for Maine?) and FL were in town that I didnt see and while obsessing over my horrible day my bestfriend might have cancer?! So, I feel like my day is going horrible &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I just feel so fucking selfish for feeling all these things when I should just be there for Stephanie. My problems are fucking petty and I need to grow up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;have work until 10. If youre going to call me and tell me another secret that eric did behind my back dont bother, i cant take anymore. &lt;br /&gt;But if youre going to call and tell me theres something amazing to do that will cheer me up in a heartbeat please dont hesitate.</content>
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    <title>brittany_oh @ 2008-08-25T01:09:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-25T05:09:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-25T05:11:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your result for The Sexuality Spectrum Test...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Bi/Slightly Straight&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;You scored 13 (-52 being completely gay, 0 being bisexual, and 52 being completely straight)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/users/182/838/18283806126179384909/mt1116983130.gif" width="" height="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the most part, you are bisexual. You have a slight preference for the opposite gender, but either gender would suit you. If you are sexually inexperienced, it is possible that this will change after you do some experimenting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/the-sexuality-spectrum-test"&gt;Take The Sexuality Spectrum Test&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#131313"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ac000c"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ello&lt;span style="color:#ac000c"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uizzy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>brittany_oh @ 2008-08-20T02:43:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-20T06:46:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-20T06:46:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'l catch this up to my weekend soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my cell phone charger on Saturday? I guess it was. So my phone is dead just like my social life now. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever think about someone for who they really are and sigh and just think "They have a lot to learn." ? not in an 'im better than you way' either. I've been thinking that about a lot of people lately.</content>
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    <title>brittany_oh @ 2008-08-13T21:29:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-14T01:30:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-14T01:30:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"Think how much easier it would all be if there was some swift surgical procedure to wisk away all the ugly memories and mistakes and leave only the fun trips and special holidays. But until that day arrives, what to do? Rely on the same ol' needle point philosophy of forgive and forget? And even if a couple can manage the forgiveness, has any ever really conquered the forgetness? &lt;b&gt;Can you ever really forgive if you cant forget?"&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>brittany_oh @ 2008-08-11T04:45:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-11T08:46:37Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I had such a good night. Things got sooo emotional at the end though. Yikes. I'm out of here.</content>
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    <title>brittany_oh @ 2008-08-04T19:24:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-04T23:29:29Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Im realizing more and more everyday that just because you &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; to do something for the benefit of only you, it doesnt make it easy. Its hard to know that I have to put up this front and be this person just because I know I cant do anything else about it. Its hard to care for someone and hate them at the same time. Its hard to ignore people only for the reason that you know its what HAS to happen. And it hurts to be around them too. But, I suppose I'm dealing with it the best I can.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>brittany_oh @ 2008-07-28T23:08:00</title>
    <published>2008-07-29T03:11:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-29T03:12:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;"Every gathering has its moment. As an adult, I distract myself by trying to identify it, dreading the inevitable down-swing that is sure to follow. &lt;b&gt;The guests will repeat themselves one too many times, or you'll run out of dope or liquor and realize it was all you ever had in common.&lt;/b&gt; At the time, though, I still believed that such a warm and heady feeling might last forever.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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