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  <title>What I have to say today</title>
  <subtitle>Probably something silly</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Christina</name>
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  <updated>2009-10-23T09:21:42Z</updated>
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    <title>I'm so excited!!</title>
    <published>2009-10-23T09:21:42Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-23T09:21:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">In a couple of hours me and my boyfriend are going to be moving out.  And in the afternoon, me and my boyfriend are going to the courthouse and getting married.  Two big events all in one day, the day ought to be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Post from &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.ru/mobile/portal" target="_blank"&gt;mobile portal&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://m.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;m.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brandybuck_took:55039</id>
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    <title>good news</title>
    <published>2009-10-09T06:09:54Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-09T06:09:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, I have some good news.  Phillip, my boyfriend, have finally got us an apartment.  We move in on October 23rd and I am so excited.  I will be on my own at last.  Now the biggest task is going to be telling my mom.  I am really nervous about how she is going to react to the news.  I always think that anytime I tell her any news that she is going to react in a bad way.  Wish me luck telling my mom the good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Post from &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.ru/mobile/portal" target="_blank"&gt;mobile portal&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://m.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;m.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>funny question</title>
    <published>2009-09-25T02:22:36Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-25T02:22:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have a weird question.  What excuse, that wasn't true, have all of you used to keep from going to work or school?  I always find it fascinating what we do to get out of going to work or school and how creative we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Post from &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.ru/mobile/portal" target="_blank"&gt;mobile portal&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://m.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;m.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>My personal soap box</title>
    <published>2009-09-02T18:00:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-02T18:00:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I would rather be completely alone and single for the rest of my life then be a girl a guy settles for because he doesn't have the balls to get the girl he actually wants to be with.&lt;br /&gt;That's my two cents on the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Post from &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.ru/mobile/portal" target="_blank"&gt;mobile portal&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://m.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;m.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brandybuck_took:54183</id>
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    <title>overnight</title>
    <published>2009-08-28T20:43:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-28T20:43:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wednesday night I was possessed by some demon that told me to ask my boss if I could help the stock crew on Thursday, they had tto work overnight.  I thought this would be a lot of fun and something different.  My boss was thrilled that someone had volunteered to help and immediately said yes.  So I did it, and I hated it, I think I might have had a slight case of cabin fever because we were locked and couldn't leave.  Everyone was really busy, I was alone pretty much the entire time and no one to talk to.  It was awful and I will never do it again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Post from &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.ru/mobile/portal" target="_blank"&gt;mobile portal&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://m.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;m.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Theme Dining</title>
    <published>2009-08-24T07:12:58Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-24T07:12:58Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I had a really cool idea for a restaurant, called the "Salad Bar".  I really like to eat salads, but I can't stand to make them because they take so much time.  It's sometimes easier to just go to a restaurant and order a salad, but not all restaurants put all the things you want on a salad for whatever reason.  &lt;br /&gt;My idea for the "Salad Bar" is you get a menu and it has everything you could ever possibly want on a salad, you name it, it will more than likely be on the menu, for example, I like to have boiled eggs, black and green olives, green bell peppers, carrots, cheese, pepperoni, croutons, bacon bits and Honey French dressing.  You can't always get those things in a restaurant that they prepare for you.  I mean a buffet is fine, but the idea is for someone to make the salad for you, not you make it yourself.  So on the menu, you pick out all the things you want on your salad and tell the waitress or waiter and it is made for you.  You get to have anything you want on your salad and you don't even have to make it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brandybuck_took:53507</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Good Days and Bad Days</title>
    <published>2009-08-24T07:00:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-24T07:00:28Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I think my least favorite day out of the week is Thursday.  I don't know if it is just Alabama, but people here for some odd reason, completely forget how to drive.  They don't obey traffic laws, they drive recklessly.  It's really quite pathetic.  It is as if, for one day, they stop using their brain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite day would have to be Wednesday.  There is something very relaxing about Wednesday's.</content>
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    <title>just grow a pair</title>
    <published>2009-08-22T20:13:05Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-22T20:13:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel like a broken record but this really irritates me to no end.  My mom is back to being pathetic, I asked her how she was doing and her response was, as mentioned in a previous post, 'I don't know.'  My goodness, grow a pair and figure out how the hell you feel.  I think all day today, anytime my pathetic mother ask me anything, I think I am just going to respond with 'I don't know.'  But then again, that's kind of childish.  And like all the other times she gives this pathetic response, I completely ignore her like I never heard her say anything.  After all she probably just wants attention anyway.  And if that is the case, again grow a pair and come up with a response that will actually garner some attention.  I HATE PATHETIC PEOPLE WHO WANT OTHER PEOPLE TO FEEL SORRY FOR THEM.  Sorry for the outburst, but I feel better now.  Thanks for listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Post from &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.ru/mobile/portal" target="_blank"&gt;mobile portal&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://m.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;m.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>work</title>
    <published>2009-08-22T09:39:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-22T09:39:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have been working for Winn Dixie for 10 years and I have been in the produce department for 2 years. Which is by far my favorite department. Then I was moved to the deli because all these people quit all at the same time, so I went to the deli. It's not my favorite but it is better than having to work in the seafood department. So I have been in the deli for a good eight years. Recently, like two weeks ago, my Co-manager asked me if I would go and train in the bakery. I agreed, thinking I could learn to do something different and it would be fun. Well it probably would have been fun if the people working in the bakery would take their medication and take the time to train me. It was the most frustrating two weeks I have ever experienced. I was actually wanting to learn but everyone is too much of a numbskull to do so, so I decided to train myself, which can be frustrating as well. And right when I was getting the hang of things, my co-manager comes up to me and says that he needs me to go back to the deli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Post from &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.ru/mobile/portal" target="_blank"&gt;mobile portal&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://m.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;m.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>I'm bored with nothing better to do.</title>
    <published>2009-08-20T23:07:43Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-20T23:07:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1.What are your plans for tonight?&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching the new season of Project Runway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.What is something you want right now?&lt;br /&gt;I would love something really good to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Has anyone ever talked to you about marrying them?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, David who is a sociopath so he would have said anything to keep me for as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.What is the relationship of you and the person you last kissed?&lt;br /&gt;He is just some random guy cause that is the kind of girl I am, no really he is my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Who were the last two girls you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Amanda and my Aunt Charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Who was the last person you had to cry on their shoulder and when?&lt;br /&gt;I can't really remember, I kind of cried on my friend Scott's shoulder, and he cried on my shoulder as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Has anyone ever wanted you back when the both of you broke up?&lt;br /&gt;David, but again he was a sociopath so he was just upset that we weren't together so he could control me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Post from &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.ru/mobile/portal" target="_blank"&gt;mobile portal&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://m.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;m.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>my sad sister</title>
    <published>2009-08-05T20:52:25Z</published>
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    <content type="html">My sister has a thing for my boyfriend Phillip, but this is nothing, my sister has a thing for anyone with a penis.  Well anyway, we are in Biloxi eating at one of many buffet's, but this is the last buffet because we are heading home today, and Rod Stewart's, 'If you want my body and you think I'm sexy come on sugar let me know.'  You know that precious, stupid song?  Well Phillip looks at me and says, loud enough that my sister can hear, 'If you want my body and you think I'm sexy, come on let me know.'  Before I can even respond, my sister yells out, 'I think your saxy Phillip.'  Yes she says Saxy, I was rather embarrassed.  I just sat there with my mouth agape, I couldn't believe she said that.  It was very traumatic for me.  She is 42 years old, find a guy your own age, cause what she did just seemed pathetic and well, kind of rednecky.  Why do I have to be related to such pathetic white trash, am I being punished?  Well, that was the event of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Post from &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.ru/mobile/portal" target="_blank"&gt;mobile portal&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://m.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;m.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brandybuck_took:52329</id>
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    <title>i love drunk people</title>
    <published>2009-08-05T01:19:39Z</published>
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    <content type="html">My mom, sister, nephew, phillip and myself are in Biloxi for a little vacation.  Nothing really significant has happened until a little while ago while Phillip and I were eating.  This really drunk couple sat down beside us and complained constantly about the food.  They yelled at each other and staggered around the restaurant and basicly being really stupid but very amusing.  And one point while we were in the restaurant the husband got lost and forgot was table he was sitting.  Then when they were leaving, the man started dancing.  It was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Post from &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.ru/mobile/portal" target="_blank"&gt;mobile portal&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://m.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;m.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>oh the pain!!!</title>
    <published>2009-07-30T16:55:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-30T16:55:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">These blasted migraines are going to be the death of me.  I get rid of one and a couple of hours another one shows up to replace the one that left.  If anyone has a sledgehammer, come and find me and bash me over the head with it.  It would be greatly appreciated.  I know why this is happening, I ate bread, I'm being punished for eating some bread.  I have a weakness for bread, it's yummy and comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Post from &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.ru/mobile/portal" target="_blank"&gt;mobile portal&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://m.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;m.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>A question</title>
    <published>2009-07-29T20:54:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-29T20:54:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have a question, I was watching Everyday Italian on the Food Network and the show is hosted by this lady who is an Italian American who does not speak with an Italian accent, she actually has no accent at all, but whenever she mentions an ingredient that is native to Italy, she says it with an Italian accent.  Why does she only speak with an Italian accent when she is mentioning an ingredient or dish that is native to Italy?  I just don't understand.  Am I an idiot, or am I thinking about something way too hard?  This is probably really stupid, but I must know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Post from &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.ru/mobile/portal" target="_blank"&gt;mobile portal&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://m.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;m.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Pathetic</title>
    <published>2009-07-27T20:35:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-27T20:35:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I need to vent for a moment.  I really hate it when I ask my mom how she is doing and her response is 'I don't know.'  And she says it in the most pathetic, feel sorry for me way.  I have no idea how I am supposed to resond to this pathetic way of describing how one is doing.  I swear the older my mom gets the more brain dead she becomes.  Thank you, I feel a little bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Post from &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.ru/mobile/portal" target="_blank"&gt;mobile portal&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://m.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;m.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Andrew Bird</title>
    <published>2009-07-19T16:52:16Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-19T16:52:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh No:  'Arm in arm we are the harmless sociopaths.  Arm in arm with all the harmless sociopaths.'  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Post from &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.ru/mobile/portal" target="_blank"&gt;mobile portal&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://m.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;m.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>new apartment</title>
    <published>2009-07-18T02:19:42Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-18T02:19:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today my boyfriend went and looked at an apartment that might potentially be our new home.  So if you would cross your fingers really hard and hopefully we'll get to move in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Post from &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.ru/mobile/portal" target="_blank"&gt;mobile portal&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://m.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;m.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young</title>
    <published>2009-07-15T16:50:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-15T16:50:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">'Our house is a very very fine house, with two cats in the yard, life used to be so hard, but everything is easy cause of you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Post from &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.ru/mobile/portal" target="_blank"&gt;mobile portal&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://m.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;m.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>funny news</title>
    <published>2009-07-10T21:00:09Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-10T21:00:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today I found out that my sisters ex husband, who slept around behind her back while she was pregnant, was served papers today to pay child support.  I think that this is hilarious news, he should have to pay child support for his child that he doesn't take care of.  My sister, on the other hand, is feeling sorry for him.  I always knew she was an idiot, but I had no idea she was pathetic.  What does she want to do, pay the child support for him?  I can't believe I share the same genes with this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Post from &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.ru/mobile/portal" target="_blank"&gt;mobile portal&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://m.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;m.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>scary</title>
    <published>2009-07-08T02:19:05Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-08T02:19:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I saw a commercial to have a surgery that would cause you to grow fuller, darker eyelashes.  That is just so weird, who cares about what their eyelashes look like, I mean put some mascara on and be on your way.  Have we become so vain that we have to have surgery to have darker, fuller eyelashes?  I mean that is just rediculous.  You may disagree with me, but having surgery for some friggin' eyelashes is just silly.  But hey, that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Post from &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.ru/mobile/portal" target="_blank"&gt;mobile portal&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://m.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;m.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>a thought</title>
    <published>2009-07-05T16:46:30Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I have a thought for the reason why the customers and employees are so much more pleasant at the valleydale winn dixie than the employees and customers at the chelsea winn dixie.  At the chelsea winn dixie the music that was played was a collection of really bad modern pop music, with three artist that were worth listening to such as Coldplay, Aqualung and Dido, but the rest of the music was just awful.  Well the music that is played at the valleydale winn dixie is a collection of new and classic jazz, and for me and maybe perhaps many others, jazz puts me in a very mellow mood.  I'm wondering if because jazz music is being played at the valleydale winn dixie rather than some really bad pop music that that might be the reason why everyone at the valleydale winn dixie are just gosh darn pleasant.  I would like to hear what others think, so let me know your thoughts on the subject. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Post from &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.ru/mobile/portal" target="_blank"&gt;mobile portal&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://m.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;m.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>So sad</title>
    <published>2009-07-04T19:52:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-04T19:52:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I see a commercial for a music collection for the year, one of those Now That's What I Call Music collections.  Anyway, I see that Kelly Clarkson has wrote a real masterpiece, 'My Life Would Suck Without You.'  What a fantastic title to a fantastic song.  I better rush to a music store and  get this great song, I wouldn't want to miss listening to such a wonderful song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Post from &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.ru/mobile/portal" target="_blank"&gt;mobile portal&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://m.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;m.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Things are improving</title>
    <published>2009-07-02T22:20:00Z</published>
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    <content type="html">About a month ago, I was finally transferred to the Valleydale Winn Dixie.  For a year I was at the Chelsea Winn Dixie and needless to say, it was hell on earth.  The employees were rude, especially the white trash redneck that worked in the seafood department, who thought that she was intimidating, but she was really more annoying than intimidating.  The customers were all very rude, I mean anywhere you work you are going to encounter rude customers, but these were those rude redneck customers that you just couldn't stand on a regular basis.  But the Valleydale Winn Dixie is just heavenly, everyone is nice and does their job, you don't have to do it for them because they're too lazy to do it themselves.  The customers are very pleasant and just all around decent human beings.  Needless to say, it's really nice working with some human beings again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Post from &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.ru/mobile/portal" target="_blank"&gt;mobile portal&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://m.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;m.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>funny story</title>
    <published>2009-06-30T05:40:35Z</published>
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    <content type="html">My second cousin is so funny, she is two years old and she has an imaginary friend.  Her name is Madison and her mothers' name is Emi.  Well Madison has her mother sing to her imaginary friend.  So Emi, one night, is singing to Madison's imaginary friend, and Madison puts her hand up and stop her mother from singing and says 'When you sing to my friend, look them in the eye, now look them in the eye and sing Somewhere Over the Rainbow.'  It was hilarious, now the profound part of this story is: Does Madison know that her imaginary friend is in fact imaginary and she is just patronizing her mother?  Or does Madison have an imaginary friend and she see's her imaginary friend and believes that everyone else can see her imaginary friend?  I don't which question applies, but either way, it is a funny story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Post from &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.ru/mobile/portal" target="_blank"&gt;mobile portal&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://m.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;m.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>All work and no play makes Christina a dull girl</title>
    <published>2009-06-28T20:47:50Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I am officially on my seventh of eight days straight of working.  I am so tired I can barely stand it much longer, I cannot wait for Tuesday to be here so I can sleep in, do absolutely nothing for a couple of hours, then go and hang out with Scott and my boyfriend.  It was all I could do this morning to actually get out of bed, I was so tired and I slept really hard.  It was that kind of deep sleep where you wake up with a really bad headache.  Hopefully today and tommorrow will go by very quickly.  Phillip, my boyfriend, works two jobs where he works every single day without a day off, I have no idea how he does it.  He is much tougher than I am.  Of course the non-stop working, is starting to take its toll on him, I feel really bad for him.  I need to toughen up, it could be much worse, at least I do get a day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Post from &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.ru/mobile/portal" target="_blank"&gt;mobile portal&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://m.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;m.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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