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    <title>[Deviant Nation] Rilke's Journal</title>
    <itunes:subtitle>We believe that people who love erotica are more than just faceless members sitting at a computer looking at photos of nameless models. We are a community, a cooperative, a society of people that are more than the dollar amount of their site memberships. </itunes:subtitle>
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    <itunes:summary>We believe that people who love erotica are more than just faceless members sitting at a computer looking at photos of nameless models. We are a community, a cooperative, a society of people that are more than the dollar amount of their site memberships. We are striving to combine community, subculture, artistic expression and erotica all at once.</itunes:summary>
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      <title>shut up</title>
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      <itunes:summary>I'm sick&lt;img width="640" height="480" src="http://i.deviantnation.com/m/154504/" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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      <description><![CDATA[I'm sick

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      <pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2008 01:33:34 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Beh</title>
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      <source url="/members/journals/Rilke.rss">[Deviant Nation] Rilke's Journal</source>
      <itunes:author>Rilke</itunes:author>
      <itunes:summary>There have been no journal updates because there really are no life updates. It's same 'ol, same 'ol around here. School, work and homework over and over. The Little Mr. and I have just begun planning a vacation to the east coast in March. Nothing is set yet, but we're thinking a few days in NYC and a few in Richmond to visit friends. &lt;br /&gt;
I still haven't received any pictures from my photo shoot, nor have I heard anything about when the ad will run. They shot all of the photos for the year at once, so who knows how long it'll take before I see anything. My excitement over the project has warn off for now, but I'm sure it'll be rekindled as soon as I see my face plastered on the local paper. &lt;br /&gt;
That's about it I suppose. Now I'm going to write a definition paper... I will be defining either &amp;quot;cunt&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;camel toe.&amp;quot; Then I will study up on the brain.&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</itunes:summary>
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      <description><![CDATA[There have been no journal updates because there really are no life updates. It's same 'ol, same 'ol around here. School, work and homework over and over. The Little Mr. and I have just begun planning a vacation to the east coast in March. Nothing is set yet, but we're thinking a few days in NYC and a few in Richmond to visit friends. 

I still haven't received any pictures from my photo shoot, nor have I heard anything about when the ad will run. They shot all of the photos for the year at once, so who knows how long it'll take before I see anything. My excitement over the project has warn off for now, but I'm sure it'll be rekindled as soon as I see my face plastered on the local paper. 

That's about it I suppose. Now I'm going to write a definition paper... I will be defining either &quot;cunt&quot; or &quot;camel toe.&quot; Then I will study up on the brain.]]></description>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[There have been no journal updates because there really are no life updates. It's same 'ol, same 'ol around here. School, work and homework over and over. The Little Mr. and I have just begun planning a vacation to the east coast in March. Nothing is set yet, but we're thinking a few days in NYC and a few in Richmond to visit friends. <br />
I still haven't received any pictures from my photo shoot, nor have I heard anything about when the ad will run. They shot all of the photos for the year at once, so who knows how long it'll take before I see anything. My excitement over the project has warn off for now, but I'm sure it'll be rekindled as soon as I see my face plastered on the local paper. <br />
That's about it I suppose. Now I'm going to write a definition paper... I will be defining either &quot;cunt&quot; or &quot;camel toe.&quot; Then I will study up on the brain.<br type="_moz" />]]></content:encoded>
      <dc:creator>Rilke</dc:creator>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 11 Nov 2008 21:51:23 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>blang blong bloong</title>
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      <source url="/members/journals/Rilke.rss">[Deviant Nation] Rilke's Journal</source>
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      <itunes:summary>The photo shoot is over and done with and I have to say that it was a blast. The experience overall was a bit bizarre, I've never had people standing right in front of me and talking about me like I was a mile away. I was slightly nervous, but had a few hours to calm myself while sitting in hair and makeup. The pics turned out really well and I will post them just as soon as I get my hands on 'em. &lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</itunes:summary>
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      <description><![CDATA[The photo shoot is over and done with and I have to say that it was a blast. The experience overall was a bit bizarre, I've never had people standing right in front of me and talking about me like I was a mile away. I was slightly nervous, but had a few hours to calm myself while sitting in hair and makeup. The pics turned out really well and I will post them just as soon as I get my hands on 'em. ]]></description>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[The photo shoot is over and done with and I have to say that it was a blast. The experience overall was a bit bizarre, I've never had people standing right in front of me and talking about me like I was a mile away. I was slightly nervous, but had a few hours to calm myself while sitting in hair and makeup. The pics turned out really well and I will post them just as soon as I get my hands on 'em. <br type="_moz" />]]></content:encoded>
      <dc:creator>Rilke</dc:creator>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 04 Oct 2008 22:30:32 GMT</pubDate>
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      <itunes:author>Rilke</itunes:author>
      <itunes:summary>I can fit a whole microwave burrito in my mouth, see?&lt;br /&gt;
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      <description><![CDATA[I can fit a whole microwave burrito in my mouth, see?









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      <dc:creator>Rilke</dc:creator>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 28 Sep 2008 20:52:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <itunes:summary>The photo shoot is Tuesday. I think they're going to do sort of a punk rock Mr. T thing. I dunno. I'm sure it won't be anything like the time I dressed up as Mr. T for a fund raiser. Or, at least I hope not. &lt;br /&gt;
My hair is disgusting. It was cut and colored about two weeks ago and I was instructed not to wash it. Gross, gross, gross! I tried to take a picture of its greasiness, but met with no success. Ratz.&lt;br /&gt;
School is keeping me busy.&lt;br /&gt;
I had too much caffeine today &amp;amp; now I feel like I might puke. &lt;br /&gt;
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      <description><![CDATA[The photo shoot is Tuesday. I think they're going to do sort of a punk rock Mr. T thing. I dunno. I'm sure it won't be anything like the time I dressed up as Mr. T for a fund raiser. Or, at least I hope not. 

My hair is disgusting. It was cut and colored about two weeks ago and I was instructed not to wash it. Gross, gross, gross! I tried to take a picture of its greasiness, but met with no success. Ratz.

School is keeping me busy.

I had too much caffeine today &amp; now I feel like I might puke. 

fjaoi;roijrz,djcoq4eiodgkcmn khoeicuvjkl n0948riotl;sdfkjh928q4u9wiolr5;ekshgr9p8y2u0pojk3w.esdgfy89-02o3p4kl;erjdfgyt809i2po4rnmdbfuy978rejkfdhguyt78y9ueijkcnbgfy79udic]]></description>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[The photo shoot is Tuesday. I think they're going to do sort of a punk rock Mr. T thing. I dunno. I'm sure it won't be anything like the time I dressed up as Mr. T for a fund raiser. Or, at least I hope not. <br />
My hair is disgusting. It was cut and colored about two weeks ago and I was instructed not to wash it. Gross, gross, gross! I tried to take a picture of its greasiness, but met with no success. Ratz.<br />
School is keeping me busy.<br />
I had too much caffeine today &amp; now I feel like I might puke. <br />
fjaoi;roijrz,djcoq4eiodgkcmn khoeicuvjkl n0948riotl;sdfkjh928q4u9wiolr5;ekshgr9p8y2u0pojk3w.esdgfy89-02o3p4kl;erjdfgyt809i2po4rnmdbfuy978rejkfdhguyt78y9ueijkcnbgfy79udic<br type="_moz" />]]></content:encoded>
      <dc:creator>Rilke</dc:creator>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 28 Sep 2008 20:18:24 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>ack!</title>
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      <itunes:author>Rilke</itunes:author>
      <itunes:summary>My school books are going to cost $500. Son of a gun! Just when I was gaining some financial freedom, along comes fall term. Damn the luck, damn it all to hell.&lt;br /&gt;
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      <description><![CDATA[My school books are going to cost $500. Son of a gun! Just when I was gaining some financial freedom, along comes fall term. Damn the luck, damn it all to hell.

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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[My school books are going to cost $500. Son of a gun! Just when I was gaining some financial freedom, along comes fall term. Damn the luck, damn it all to hell.<br />
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      <dc:creator>Rilke</dc:creator>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 15 Sep 2008 21:19:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>you'll poke your eye out with that thang!</title>
      <link>http://deviantnation.com/members/Rilke/77465</link>
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      <itunes:author>Rilke</itunes:author>
      <itunes:summary>As expected, I did not get the commercial. I did, however, land the modeling job and will be meeting with a stylist (!) in the next couple of days. I'm so damn excited. Free hair cut, woo! &lt;br /&gt;
School is starting soon, I need to buy books... I have no monies. Wa wa. Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;
I am smoking again because I was getting too fat. &lt;br /&gt;
The end.&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</itunes:summary>
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      <description><![CDATA[As expected, I did not get the commercial. I did, however, land the modeling job and will be meeting with a stylist (!) in the next couple of days. I'm so damn excited. Free hair cut, woo! 

School is starting soon, I need to buy books... I have no monies. Wa wa. Whatever. 

I am smoking again because I was getting too fat. 

The end.]]></description>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[As expected, I did not get the commercial. I did, however, land the modeling job and will be meeting with a stylist (!) in the next couple of days. I'm so damn excited. Free hair cut, woo! <br />
School is starting soon, I need to buy books... I have no monies. Wa wa. Whatever. <br />
I am smoking again because I was getting too fat. <br />
The end.<br type="_moz" />]]></content:encoded>
      <dc:creator>Rilke</dc:creator>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 11 Sep 2008 20:12:27 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>spotty internets and changes</title>
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      <itunes:author>Rilke</itunes:author>
      <itunes:summary>So I'm officially moved back in with the parents. They have no wireless internet access so here I am at a coffee shop typing away. I'll have to get the internet situation squared away before the term starts, but I'm a professional procrastinator &amp;amp; well, I'm doing what I do best... especially when it comes to spending money: PROCRASTINATION, WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;
At any rate, there have been a couple of interesting developments and/or changes. Rather, there are a couple of interesting life changes in the works for me at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
1.) I came up with a get rich quick scheme. Ok, not rich and not quick... I came up with a get some potential extra cash scheme and sent a resume and head shot into a local extras casting company. I suppose it worked out alright because a few days after they received my information I was sent to an audition for a television commercial. Pretty cool if you ask me. Plus, it pays $600 for one day of work &amp;amp; that is super duper cool if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;
The short story is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;
I showed up for the audition on Tuesday and some official casting lady took a look at me and immediately told me to &amp;quot;come back tomorrow.&amp;quot; So I did. The next day I showed up as was whisked away to a very intimidating room with lights and cameras where I did some screen tests. It was nerve wracking, but I feel like I did well and it was totally a cool experience. Casting preference for this job goes to actor's union members and I am non-union, so my chances of being cast are slim. Still, I had a good time and would definitely be willing to audition for something like that in the future. The screen tests happened yesterday and no casting decisions have been made, but I'll be sure to keep y'all posted. It's exciting waiting for word anyways. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
2.) Months ago I answered a call from a local hip barber shop looking for hair models to appear in print ads. I hadn't heard back from them and had long since forgotten about the whole deal. Today I got to check my e-mail for the first time in a damn long time and it turns out that they are interested in using me for their ad campaign. Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Neither of these jobs are set in stone obviously, but thinking about the potential is exciting. For the first time this summer I feel like thing might actually be taking a turn for the better, and damn it, I like it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tata.&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</itunes:summary>
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      <description><![CDATA[So I'm officially moved back in with the parents. They have no wireless internet access so here I am at a coffee shop typing away. I'll have to get the internet situation squared away before the term starts, but I'm a professional procrastinator &amp; well, I'm doing what I do best... especially when it comes to spending money: PROCRASTINATION, WOOT!

At any rate, there have been a couple of interesting developments and/or changes. Rather, there are a couple of interesting life changes in the works for me at the moment. 



1.) I came up with a get rich quick scheme. Ok, not rich and not quick... I came up with a get some potential extra cash scheme and sent a resume and head shot into a local extras casting company. I suppose it worked out alright because a few days after they received my information I was sent to an audition for a television commercial. Pretty cool if you ask me. Plus, it pays $600 for one day of work &amp; that is super duper cool if you ask me.

The short story is as follows:

I showed up for the audition on Tuesday and some official casting lady took a look at me and immediately told me to &quot;come back tomorrow.&quot; So I did. The next day I showed up as was whisked away to a very intimidating room with lights and cameras where I did some screen tests. It was nerve wracking, but I feel like I did well and it was totally a cool experience. Casting preference for this job goes to actor's union members and I am non-union, so my chances of being cast are slim. Still, I had a good time and would definitely be willing to audition for something like that in the future. The screen tests happened yesterday and no casting decisions have been made, but I'll be sure to keep y'all posted. It's exciting waiting for word anyways. 



2.) Months ago I answered a call from a local hip barber shop looking for hair models to appear in print ads. I hadn't heard back from them and had long since forgotten about the whole deal. Today I got to check my e-mail for the first time in a damn long time and it turns out that they are interested in using me for their ad campaign. Sweet!



Neither of these jobs are set in stone obviously, but thinking about the potential is exciting. For the first time this summer I feel like thing might actually be taking a turn for the better, and damn it, I like it. 



Tata.]]></description>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[So I'm officially moved back in with the parents. They have no wireless internet access so here I am at a coffee shop typing away. I'll have to get the internet situation squared away before the term starts, but I'm a professional procrastinator &amp; well, I'm doing what I do best... especially when it comes to spending money: PROCRASTINATION, WOOT!<br />
At any rate, there have been a couple of interesting developments and/or changes. Rather, there are a couple of interesting life changes in the works for me at the moment. <br />
<br />
1.) I came up with a get rich quick scheme. Ok, not rich and not quick... I came up with a get some potential extra cash scheme and sent a resume and head shot into a local extras casting company. I suppose it worked out alright because a few days after they received my information I was sent to an audition for a television commercial. Pretty cool if you ask me. Plus, it pays $600 for one day of work &amp; that is super duper cool if you ask me.<br />
The short story is as follows:<br />
I showed up for the audition on Tuesday and some official casting lady took a look at me and immediately told me to &quot;come back tomorrow.&quot; So I did. The next day I showed up as was whisked away to a very intimidating room with lights and cameras where I did some screen tests. It was nerve wracking, but I feel like I did well and it was totally a cool experience. Casting preference for this job goes to actor's union members and I am non-union, so my chances of being cast are slim. Still, I had a good time and would definitely be willing to audition for something like that in the future. The screen tests happened yesterday and no casting decisions have been made, but I'll be sure to keep y'all posted. It's exciting waiting for word anyways. <br />
<br />
2.) Months ago I answered a call from a local hip barber shop looking for hair models to appear in print ads. I hadn't heard back from them and had long since forgotten about the whole deal. Today I got to check my e-mail for the first time in a damn long time and it turns out that they are interested in using me for their ad campaign. Sweet!<br />
<br />
Neither of these jobs are set in stone obviously, but thinking about the potential is exciting. For the first time this summer I feel like thing might actually be taking a turn for the better, and damn it, I like it. <br />
<br />
Tata.<br type="_moz" />]]></content:encoded>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 00:27:40 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>bad mommy</title>
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      <itunes:summary>i got rid of my little kitty buddies this morning. they were so scared. i feel terrible. i am a bad mommy. &lt;img src="http://i.deviantnation.com/images/emoticons/sad.gif" contenteditable="false" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</itunes:summary>
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      <description><![CDATA[i got rid of my little kitty buddies this morning. they were so scared. i feel terrible. i am a bad mommy. ]]></description>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 24 Aug 2008 17:40:15 GMT</pubDate>
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      <itunes:summary>Went camping at the coast for a few days. It was super rad overall, but the weather (in typical Oregon coast fashion) blew ass. 60 degrees, windy and rainy with fog so thick a sucka' could barely see her own hand in front of her face. Wind chill included, it was probably more like 50. Yuck yuck yuck-o. &lt;br /&gt;
Still, we had a great time. We braved the evil weather and spent lots of time on the beach, even managing to build the raddest sand castle ever. We went for a six mile hike that turned out to be a bit (ok, a lot) above our skill level, but once we got back to camp the feeling of kicking that damned trail's ass was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;
Wildlife adventure highlights:&lt;br /&gt;
1.) A black, red and blue butterfly. Neat.&lt;br /&gt;
2.) A snake&lt;br /&gt;
3.) A bug that I didn't see, but that &lt;i&gt;did &lt;/i&gt;land on the little mr. causing him to run and scream like a little girl... LOL&lt;br /&gt;
4.) Sea lions&lt;br /&gt;
5.) Baby sea lions. Cuuuuuuute!&lt;br /&gt;
6.) Bunnies! &lt;br /&gt;
7.) A black bear. Bears are NOT scary. It was just like, &amp;quot;dopey do, I'm a bear... dopey do... I'm going to bumble off into the woods now... la la.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
8.) A sea lion carcass&lt;br /&gt;
9.) Vultures eating the intestines out of the sea lion carcass. &lt;br /&gt;
Driving back to town was not so great. We were stuck in traffic for the majority of the trip home &amp;amp; the closer we got to the city, the hotter it got. Coming home to 100 degree weather isn't a pleasant surprise. We were hot, tired and cranky. That resulted in my head spinning exorcist style and the uncontrolable blurting of cusses at the little mr. for no real reason. Bad news. A shower and a nap cured everything &amp;amp; now I am home to enjoy a few more days off of work. &lt;br /&gt;
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lajodifuawy4rkajsdfio;34uy&lt;br /&gt;
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YOU!&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</itunes:summary>
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      <description><![CDATA[Went camping at the coast for a few days. It was super rad overall, but the weather (in typical Oregon coast fashion) blew ass. 60 degrees, windy and rainy with fog so thick a sucka' could barely see her own hand in front of her face. Wind chill included, it was probably more like 50. Yuck yuck yuck-o. 

Still, we had a great time. We braved the evil weather and spent lots of time on the beach, even managing to build the raddest sand castle ever. We went for a six mile hike that turned out to be a bit (ok, a lot) above our skill level, but once we got back to camp the feeling of kicking that damned trail's ass was awesome. 

Wildlife adventure highlights:

1.) A black, red and blue butterfly. Neat.

2.) A snake

3.) A bug that I didn't see, but that did land on the little mr. causing him to run and scream like a little girl... LOL

4.) Sea lions

5.) Baby sea lions. Cuuuuuuute!

6.) Bunnies! 

7.) A black bear. Bears are NOT scary. It was just like, &quot;dopey do, I'm a bear... dopey do... I'm going to bumble off into the woods now... la la.&quot;

8.) A sea lion carcass

9.) Vultures eating the intestines out of the sea lion carcass. 

Driving back to town was not so great. We were stuck in traffic for the majority of the trip home &amp; the closer we got to the city, the hotter it got. Coming home to 100 degree weather isn't a pleasant surprise. We were hot, tired and cranky. That resulted in my head spinning exorcist style and the uncontrolable blurting of cusses at the little mr. for no real reason. Bad news. A shower and a nap cured everything &amp; now I am home to enjoy a few more days off of work. 



lajodifuawy4rkajsdfio;34uy



YOU!]]></description>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[Went camping at the coast for a few days. It was super rad overall, but the weather (in typical Oregon coast fashion) blew ass. 60 degrees, windy and rainy with fog so thick a sucka' could barely see her own hand in front of her face. Wind chill included, it was probably more like 50. Yuck yuck yuck-o. <br />
Still, we had a great time. We braved the evil weather and spent lots of time on the beach, even managing to build the raddest sand castle ever. We went for a six mile hike that turned out to be a bit (ok, a lot) above our skill level, but once we got back to camp the feeling of kicking that damned trail's ass was awesome. <br />
Wildlife adventure highlights:<br />
1.) A black, red and blue butterfly. Neat.<br />
2.) A snake<br />
3.) A bug that I didn't see, but that <i>did </i>land on the little mr. causing him to run and scream like a little girl... LOL<br />
4.) Sea lions<br />
5.) Baby sea lions. Cuuuuuuute!<br />
6.) Bunnies! <br />
7.) A black bear. Bears are NOT scary. It was just like, &quot;dopey do, I'm a bear... dopey do... I'm going to bumble off into the woods now... la la.&quot;<br />
8.) A sea lion carcass<br />
9.) Vultures eating the intestines out of the sea lion carcass. <br />
Driving back to town was not so great. We were stuck in traffic for the majority of the trip home &amp; the closer we got to the city, the hotter it got. Coming home to 100 degree weather isn't a pleasant surprise. We were hot, tired and cranky. That resulted in my head spinning exorcist style and the uncontrolable blurting of cusses at the little mr. for no real reason. Bad news. A shower and a nap cured everything &amp; now I am home to enjoy a few more days off of work. <br />
<br />
lajodifuawy4rkajsdfio;34uy<br />
<br />
YOU!<br type="_moz" />]]></content:encoded>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 16 Aug 2008 17:57:25 GMT</pubDate>
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      <itunes:summary>4 hours left of work until I'm on vacation for one glorious week! &lt;img width="42" height="27" src="http://i.deviantnation.com/i/emoticons/yahoo.gif" contenteditable="false" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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      <description><![CDATA[4 hours left of work until I'm on vacation for one glorious week! 



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      <pubDate>Mon, 11 Aug 2008 12:10:32 GMT</pubDate>
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      <itunes:summary>Hooray for having wonderful parents!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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      <description><![CDATA[Hooray for having wonderful parents!!!

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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[Hooray for having wonderful parents!!!<br />
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      <pubDate>Fri, 08 Aug 2008 21:39:40 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>all that hype</title>
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      <itunes:summary>Even though I no longer live the life of a crime fighter, undertaking such a task requires commitment... even once a person has altered his or her career path. I worked as an undercover brother for many a year, but was never (un)lucky enough to have a case go to trial. Sure, I'd been subpoenaed to grand juries for testimony, but that is as far as it ever went. A felony case (of this type) actually going to trial is a rarity. The defendant is usually sane enough to plea down to a misdemeanor and go on with life. Not this woman, oh no! She is bat shit crazy &amp;amp; I knew the damned thing was going to trial from the second I placed her under arrest. Bat shit, I say, bat shit! &lt;br /&gt;
I was a bit nervous to say the least. I envisioned Judge Judy bitch slapping me while some Law and Order type attorney verbally raped me up the ass. &lt;br /&gt;
I arrived at the courthouse at 8:30 this morning and was escorted to the DDA's office where we discussed at length the fact that our defendant is BAT SHIT CRAZY! Then around 9:00 we wandered up to the court room where, much to my torment, I discovered that the presiding judge would be no other than Eve L. Miller. Now, I've never met the lady, but her name is Eve... Eve L. EVE L.! A very bad omen indeed. &lt;br /&gt;
I will not bore anyone with the details of a day of trial in the courthouse. It involves a lot of waiting around, some very sketchy looking criminals in shackles and loads of dudes with no fashion sense. The point is that after I had been there for two hours, Cruella Miller called us into the courtroom to inform us that due to a lack of judges the case would be stayed over until October.&lt;br /&gt;
So, all of my worry was for naught. I'll just have to save it until fall, I suppose. &lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</itunes:summary>
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      <description><![CDATA[Even though I no longer live the life of a crime fighter, undertaking such a task requires commitment... even once a person has altered his or her career path. I worked as an undercover brother for many a year, but was never (un)lucky enough to have a case go to trial. Sure, I'd been subpoenaed to grand juries for testimony, but that is as far as it ever went. A felony case (of this type) actually going to trial is a rarity. The defendant is usually sane enough to plea down to a misdemeanor and go on with life. Not this woman, oh no! She is bat shit crazy &amp; I knew the damned thing was going to trial from the second I placed her under arrest. Bat shit, I say, bat shit! 

I was a bit nervous to say the least. I envisioned Judge Judy bitch slapping me while some Law and Order type attorney verbally raped me up the ass. 

I arrived at the courthouse at 8:30 this morning and was escorted to the DDA's office where we discussed at length the fact that our defendant is BAT SHIT CRAZY! Then around 9:00 we wandered up to the court room where, much to my torment, I discovered that the presiding judge would be no other than Eve L. Miller. Now, I've never met the lady, but her name is Eve... Eve L. EVE L.! A very bad omen indeed. 

I will not bore anyone with the details of a day of trial in the courthouse. It involves a lot of waiting around, some very sketchy looking criminals in shackles and loads of dudes with no fashion sense. The point is that after I had been there for two hours, Cruella Miller called us into the courtroom to inform us that due to a lack of judges the case would be stayed over until October.

So, all of my worry was for naught. I'll just have to save it until fall, I suppose. ]]></description>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[Even though I no longer live the life of a crime fighter, undertaking such a task requires commitment... even once a person has altered his or her career path. I worked as an undercover brother for many a year, but was never (un)lucky enough to have a case go to trial. Sure, I'd been subpoenaed to grand juries for testimony, but that is as far as it ever went. A felony case (of this type) actually going to trial is a rarity. The defendant is usually sane enough to plea down to a misdemeanor and go on with life. Not this woman, oh no! She is bat shit crazy &amp; I knew the damned thing was going to trial from the second I placed her under arrest. Bat shit, I say, bat shit! <br />
I was a bit nervous to say the least. I envisioned Judge Judy bitch slapping me while some Law and Order type attorney verbally raped me up the ass. <br />
I arrived at the courthouse at 8:30 this morning and was escorted to the DDA's office where we discussed at length the fact that our defendant is BAT SHIT CRAZY! Then around 9:00 we wandered up to the court room where, much to my torment, I discovered that the presiding judge would be no other than Eve L. Miller. Now, I've never met the lady, but her name is Eve... Eve L. EVE L.! A very bad omen indeed. <br />
I will not bore anyone with the details of a day of trial in the courthouse. It involves a lot of waiting around, some very sketchy looking criminals in shackles and loads of dudes with no fashion sense. The point is that after I had been there for two hours, Cruella Miller called us into the courtroom to inform us that due to a lack of judges the case would be stayed over until October.<br />
So, all of my worry was for naught. I'll just have to save it until fall, I suppose. <br type="_moz" />]]></content:encoded>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 07 Aug 2008 23:51:35 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>broken stuff, moving boxes and celebrations</title>
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      <itunes:summary>the car is broken again. squeals like a banshee. taking it into the shop tomorrow morning.&amp;nbsp; i'm not having the best of luck this summer. everything is costing me money that i just don't have. *sigh* the good news about that is that i've come to a point where it's not causing steam to shoot from my ears and my eyes to bug out. nope. i mostly sulk about feeling defeated these days. i'll get over it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i'm moving soon. couldn't be happier. i hate my fucking house, i hate my fucking house mates and while i'm&amp;nbsp; not thrilled with the idea of moving across the river, most anything would be better than this. hippies, aside from making shitty people, make shitty house mates. lesson learned. NEXT!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the little mr. and i will celebrate our one year anniversary on wednesday. the actual date is friday, but he &amp;quot;remembered&amp;quot; and told me that it was wednesday so i thought i ought not burst his bubble. it doesn't matter much to me anyway. any of you who have read this journal for the past year can agree that the two of us sure have been through some tough times. i'm surprised that we've made it and so happy. all of our adventures together have ultimately made us a stronger couple. i sure do love the little fella.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ok, i gotta go to work now.&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</itunes:summary>
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      <description><![CDATA[the car is broken again. squeals like a banshee. taking it into the shop tomorrow morning.&nbsp; i'm not having the best of luck this summer. everything is costing me money that i just don't have. *sigh* the good news about that is that i've come to a point where it's not causing steam to shoot from my ears and my eyes to bug out. nope. i mostly sulk about feeling defeated these days. i'll get over it.



i'm moving soon. couldn't be happier. i hate my fucking house, i hate my fucking house mates and while i'm&nbsp; not thrilled with the idea of moving across the river, most anything would be better than this. hippies, aside from making shitty people, make shitty house mates. lesson learned. NEXT!



the little mr. and i will celebrate our one year anniversary on wednesday. the actual date is friday, but he &quot;remembered&quot; and told me that it was wednesday so i thought i ought not burst his bubble. it doesn't matter much to me anyway. any of you who have read this journal for the past year can agree that the two of us sure have been through some tough times. i'm surprised that we've made it and so happy. all of our adventures together have ultimately made us a stronger couple. i sure do love the little fella.



ok, i gotta go to work now.]]></description>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[the car is broken again. squeals like a banshee. taking it into the shop tomorrow morning.&nbsp; i'm not having the best of luck this summer. everything is costing me money that i just don't have. *sigh* the good news about that is that i've come to a point where it's not causing steam to shoot from my ears and my eyes to bug out. nope. i mostly sulk about feeling defeated these days. i'll get over it.<br />
<br />
i'm moving soon. couldn't be happier. i hate my fucking house, i hate my fucking house mates and while i'm&nbsp; not thrilled with the idea of moving across the river, most anything would be better than this. hippies, aside from making shitty people, make shitty house mates. lesson learned. NEXT!<br />
<br />
the little mr. and i will celebrate our one year anniversary on wednesday. the actual date is friday, but he &quot;remembered&quot; and told me that it was wednesday so i thought i ought not burst his bubble. it doesn't matter much to me anyway. any of you who have read this journal for the past year can agree that the two of us sure have been through some tough times. i'm surprised that we've made it and so happy. all of our adventures together have ultimately made us a stronger couple. i sure do love the little fella.<br />
<br />
ok, i gotta go to work now.<br type="_moz" />]]></content:encoded>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Aug 2008 12:28:12 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>That's life</title>
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      <itunes:summary>...that's what all the people say.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As previously mentioned, Mr. Landlord decided to raise rent on the house (an extra $200/mo) &amp;amp; requested an additional $500 security deposit. Initially, I was upset about the situation but I figured that I would be able to swing the added expense if we could continue to have four people living here. Apparently, two of the house mates weren't so stoked on the rent situation and have decided to move. So I'm out of here as well. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Working part time does not afford me the luxury of having extra cash lying about, so I'm going to move back home. With the parents. There are positives and negatives to the situation, but at this point I am really in a bind and all I can do is try to make the best of it. &lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</itunes:summary>
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      <description><![CDATA[...that's what all the people say.



As previously mentioned, Mr. Landlord decided to raise rent on the house (an extra $200/mo) &amp; requested an additional $500 security deposit. Initially, I was upset about the situation but I figured that I would be able to swing the added expense if we could continue to have four people living here. Apparently, two of the house mates weren't so stoked on the rent situation and have decided to move. So I'm out of here as well. 



Working part time does not afford me the luxury of having extra cash lying about, so I'm going to move back home. With the parents. There are positives and negatives to the situation, but at this point I am really in a bind and all I can do is try to make the best of it. ]]></description>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[...that's what all the people say.<br />
<br />
As previously mentioned, Mr. Landlord decided to raise rent on the house (an extra $200/mo) &amp; requested an additional $500 security deposit. Initially, I was upset about the situation but I figured that I would be able to swing the added expense if we could continue to have four people living here. Apparently, two of the house mates weren't so stoked on the rent situation and have decided to move. So I'm out of here as well. <br />
<br />
Working part time does not afford me the luxury of having extra cash lying about, so I'm going to move back home. With the parents. There are positives and negatives to the situation, but at this point I am really in a bind and all I can do is try to make the best of it. <br type="_moz" />]]></content:encoded>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 21:53:22 GMT</pubDate>
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      <itunes:summary>The Little Mr. and I decided to quit smoking. Yesterday was the first day without nicotine. Holy shit, did it suck. I'm convinced that I will break down and cry at some point today. Oh well. &lt;img width="40" height="17" src="http://i.deviantnation.com/i/emoticons/stab.gif" contenteditable="false" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</itunes:summary>
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      <description><![CDATA[The Little Mr. and I decided to quit smoking. Yesterday was the first day without nicotine. Holy shit, did it suck. I'm convinced that I will break down and cry at some point today. Oh well. ]]></description>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[The Little Mr. and I decided to quit smoking. Yesterday was the first day without nicotine. Holy shit, did it suck. I'm convinced that I will break down and cry at some point today. Oh well. <img width="40" height="17" src="http://i.deviantnation.com/i/emoticons/stab.gif" contenteditable="false" alt="" /><br type="_moz" />]]></content:encoded>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 20 Jul 2008 12:25:57 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>why you steal for meth?!?</title>
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      <itunes:summary>It has been one hell of a week. I would rather not attempt to summarize in paragraph form. I'm drained. I'm irritable. I will make a list.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Item, the first:&lt;br /&gt;
Last Friday, July 11th, my house mates and I vacated the house because our bathroom was experiencing some severe mold issues. A quick and painless remodel job was promised by the landlord, and we were asked to be out of the house until the following Monday: July 21st (so as to give the construction dudes plenty of time and space to work as efficiently as possible). As these sorts of things usually go, nothing went as planned and our bathroom was not fit for use until today. It still isn't finished. There is no cabinetry, no towel racks or toilet paper holder, no molding at the base of the walls and there is a hole in the floor that goes to the basement. But hey, at least I can take a dump and a shower. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Second:&lt;br /&gt;
Since I had only planned on being away from the house for one weekend, I left my two poor kitty cats locked in my smoldering hot bedroom. They are quite pissed off. Understandably so, I would be too!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Three:&lt;br /&gt;
The landlord may have asked us not to be in the house, but two out of three of my house mates decided that they didn't need a shower or a toilet (hippies!) and decided to continue living in the house. Not cool, especially since the two of us who left are on very good terms with the landlord &amp;amp; very much want him to be happy with us. The two of them staying in the house made things quite difficult when the two of us decided to ask Mr. Landlord to pro-rate our rent. Not only did they not follow directions and get out of the house, but Mr. Landlord caught one of them climbing in and/or out of one of the windows. Mr. Landlord was not stoked 'cause we just had the damned windows replaced. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
cuatro:&lt;br /&gt;
While not living in my house, I stayed with The Little Mr. That was going quite swimmingly... until yesterday when I arrived home (his home) from work. His place had been burgled! Some fucking rude, douche bag crack head had busted down the back door of his apartment and violated our space. What was taken? My Chrome roll top pack ($200.00), my Giro cycling helmet ($80), various and sundry personal care items and some clothing that was inside of the pack, all of The Little Mr.'s DVD's ($200), and a jar of change ($10). What they didn't take: guitars that were hanging on the wall, my fairly expensive road bike that was not locked up, my laptop, the TV or the string of pearls that was sitting on the night stand. They broke the lock off of an old army chest, but did not bother to liberate any of its contents. Obviously this was the work of some meth heads who don't own a car. Everything that they took is easy to carry and easy to pawn. &lt;br /&gt;
When I'm at work and can't find something, it is a running joke for me to look at my boss and ask &amp;quot;why you steal for meth?&amp;quot; The joke was not so funny today. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;
Not only did cum rag(s) ruin my joke time at work, they stole my sense of security. Though I don't technically live there, I spend more time in that apartment than I do in my house. After the police left, we went shopping for fire arms. I found a pink shot gun... RAD!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
5:&lt;br /&gt;
The Little Mr. and I were nearly crushed by a semi on the way home from the store. No joke. I felt like I was going to die. Cardiac arrest or something, scared the caca outta me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sixth:&lt;br /&gt;
I came home today to a notice from Mr. Landlord. Basically it says that times are tough and he's going to raise the rent quite substantially. He also wants and additional $500 security deposit because of all the improvements that have been made to the house since we have been here (2 years). I ain't got the dough for such things, my friends. I just ain't got the dough.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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      <description><![CDATA[It has been one hell of a week. I would rather not attempt to summarize in paragraph form. I'm drained. I'm irritable. I will make a list.



Item, the first:

Last Friday, July 11th, my house mates and I vacated the house because our bathroom was experiencing some severe mold issues. A quick and painless remodel job was promised by the landlord, and we were asked to be out of the house until the following Monday: July 21st (so as to give the construction dudes plenty of time and space to work as efficiently as possible). As these sorts of things usually go, nothing went as planned and our bathroom was not fit for use until today. It still isn't finished. There is no cabinetry, no towel racks or toilet paper holder, no molding at the base of the walls and there is a hole in the floor that goes to the basement. But hey, at least I can take a dump and a shower. 



Second:

Since I had only planned on being away from the house for one weekend, I left my two poor kitty cats locked in my smoldering hot bedroom. They are quite pissed off. Understandably so, I would be too!



Three:

The landlord may have asked us not to be in the house, but two out of three of my house mates decided that they didn't need a shower or a toilet (hippies!) and decided to continue living in the house. Not cool, especially since the two of us who left are on very good terms with the landlord &amp; very much want him to be happy with us. The two of them staying in the house made things quite difficult when the two of us decided to ask Mr. Landlord to pro-rate our rent. Not only did they not follow directions and get out of the house, but Mr. Landlord caught one of them climbing in and/or out of one of the windows. Mr. Landlord was not stoked 'cause we just had the damned windows replaced. 



cuatro:

While not living in my house, I stayed with The Little Mr. That was going quite swimmingly... until yesterday when I arrived home (his home) from work. His place had been burgled! Some fucking rude, douche bag crack head had busted down the back door of his apartment and violated our space. What was taken? My Chrome roll top pack ($200.00), my Giro cycling helmet ($80), various and sundry personal care items and some clothing that was inside of the pack, all of The Little Mr.'s DVD's ($200), and a jar of change ($10). What they didn't take: guitars that were hanging on the wall, my fairly expensive road bike that was not locked up, my laptop, the TV or the string of pearls that was sitting on the night stand. They broke the lock off of an old army chest, but did not bother to liberate any of its contents. Obviously this was the work of some meth heads who don't own a car. Everything that they took is easy to carry and easy to pawn. 

When I'm at work and can't find something, it is a running joke for me to look at my boss and ask &quot;why you steal for meth?&quot; The joke was not so funny today. Hmm.

Not only did cum rag(s) ruin my joke time at work, they stole my sense of security. Though I don't technically live there, I spend more time in that apartment than I do in my house. After the police left, we went shopping for fire arms. I found a pink shot gun... RAD!



5:

The Little Mr. and I were nearly crushed by a semi on the way home from the store. No joke. I felt like I was going to die. Cardiac arrest or something, scared the caca outta me.



Sixth:

I came home today to a notice from Mr. Landlord. Basically it says that times are tough and he's going to raise the rent quite substantially. He also wants and additional $500 security deposit because of all the improvements that have been made to the house since we have been here (2 years). I ain't got the dough for such things, my friends. I just ain't got the dough.



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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[It has been one hell of a week. I would rather not attempt to summarize in paragraph form. I'm drained. I'm irritable. I will make a list.<br />
<br />
Item, the first:<br />
Last Friday, July 11th, my house mates and I vacated the house because our bathroom was experiencing some severe mold issues. A quick and painless remodel job was promised by the landlord, and we were asked to be out of the house until the following Monday: July 21st (so as to give the construction dudes plenty of time and space to work as efficiently as possible). As these sorts of things usually go, nothing went as planned and our bathroom was not fit for use until today. It still isn't finished. There is no cabinetry, no towel racks or toilet paper holder, no molding at the base of the walls and there is a hole in the floor that goes to the basement. But hey, at least I can take a dump and a shower. <br />
<br />
Second:<br />
Since I had only planned on being away from the house for one weekend, I left my two poor kitty cats locked in my smoldering hot bedroom. They are quite pissed off. Understandably so, I would be too!<br />
<br />
Three:<br />
The landlord may have asked us not to be in the house, but two out of three of my house mates decided that they didn't need a shower or a toilet (hippies!) and decided to continue living in the house. Not cool, especially since the two of us who left are on very good terms with the landlord &amp; very much want him to be happy with us. The two of them staying in the house made things quite difficult when the two of us decided to ask Mr. Landlord to pro-rate our rent. Not only did they not follow directions and get out of the house, but Mr. Landlord caught one of them climbing in and/or out of one of the windows. Mr. Landlord was not stoked 'cause we just had the damned windows replaced. <br />
<br />
cuatro:<br />
While not living in my house, I stayed with The Little Mr. That was going quite swimmingly... until yesterday when I arrived home (his home) from work. His place had been burgled! Some fucking rude, douche bag crack head had busted down the back door of his apartment and violated our space. What was taken? My Chrome roll top pack ($200.00), my Giro cycling helmet ($80), various and sundry personal care items and some clothing that was inside of the pack, all of The Little Mr.'s DVD's ($200), and a jar of change ($10). What they didn't take: guitars that were hanging on the wall, my fairly expensive road bike that was not locked up, my laptop, the TV or the string of pearls that was sitting on the night stand. They broke the lock off of an old army chest, but did not bother to liberate any of its contents. Obviously this was the work of some meth heads who don't own a car. Everything that they took is easy to carry and easy to pawn. <br />
When I'm at work and can't find something, it is a running joke for me to look at my boss and ask &quot;why you steal for meth?&quot; The joke was not so funny today. Hmm.<br />
Not only did cum rag(s) ruin my joke time at work, they stole my sense of security. Though I don't technically live there, I spend more time in that apartment than I do in my house. After the police left, we went shopping for fire arms. I found a pink shot gun... RAD!<br />
<br />
5:<br />
The Little Mr. and I were nearly crushed by a semi on the way home from the store. No joke. I felt like I was going to die. Cardiac arrest or something, scared the caca outta me.<br />
<br />
Sixth:<br />
I came home today to a notice from Mr. Landlord. Basically it says that times are tough and he's going to raise the rent quite substantially. He also wants and additional $500 security deposit because of all the improvements that have been made to the house since we have been here (2 years). I ain't got the dough for such things, my friends. I just ain't got the dough.<br />
<br />
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      <itunes:summary>I had to come home sick from work. I thought that I could tough it out, but I guess I'm a wimp. So it goes. I am in pain. I never call in sick or leave early because I'm not feeling well... but... the more I stood there working, the more I wanted just to cry. I couldn't have done it for eight hours. Nope, one hour was too much. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
p.s.&lt;br /&gt;
I ate some Vicodin that I had lying about. I'm feeling loooooooopy &lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</itunes:summary>
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      <description><![CDATA[I had to come home sick from work. I thought that I could tough it out, but I guess I'm a wimp. So it goes. I am in pain. I never call in sick or leave early because I'm not feeling well... but... the more I stood there working, the more I wanted just to cry. I couldn't have done it for eight hours. Nope, one hour was too much. 



p.s.

I ate some Vicodin that I had lying about. I'm feeling loooooooopy ]]></description>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[I had to come home sick from work. I thought that I could tough it out, but I guess I'm a wimp. So it goes. I am in pain. I never call in sick or leave early because I'm not feeling well... but... the more I stood there working, the more I wanted just to cry. I couldn't have done it for eight hours. Nope, one hour was too much. <br />
<br />
p.s.<br />
I ate some Vicodin that I had lying about. I'm feeling loooooooopy <br type="_moz" />]]></content:encoded>
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      <itunes:summary>the sun ain't out, but boy howdy it sure is hawt.&lt;br /&gt;
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i'm off to bike polo with the little mr.&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</itunes:summary>
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      <description><![CDATA[the sun ain't out, but boy howdy it sure is hawt.





too hot to really get anything done. 

i'm off to bike polo with the little mr.]]></description>
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too hot to really get anything done. <br />
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      <itunes:summary>The cats have fleas, so they both got a flea dip. DEVO did well, no crying and minimal escape effort. MegaDeth, on the other hand did not do so well. She screamed like a banshee the whole time, and ended up on my back with her claws in my sweatshirt. Since she was covered in soap and I couldn't get her off of me, I hopped into the shower fully clothed. More screaming. She is feeling rather traumatized, and is hiding under a towel. &lt;br /&gt;
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      <description><![CDATA[The cats have fleas, so they both got a flea dip. DEVO did well, no crying and minimal escape effort. MegaDeth, on the other hand did not do so well. She screamed like a banshee the whole time, and ended up on my back with her claws in my sweatshirt. Since she was covered in soap and I couldn't get her off of me, I hopped into the shower fully clothed. More screaming. She is feeling rather traumatized, and is hiding under a towel. 

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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[The cats have fleas, so they both got a flea dip. DEVO did well, no crying and minimal escape effort. MegaDeth, on the other hand did not do so well. She screamed like a banshee the whole time, and ended up on my back with her claws in my sweatshirt. Since she was covered in soap and I couldn't get her off of me, I hopped into the shower fully clothed. More screaming. She is feeling rather traumatized, and is hiding under a towel. <br />
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      <itunes:summary>This, my friends, is my party uniform. Let the fun begin!&lt;br /&gt;
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      <description><![CDATA[This, my friends, is my party uniform. Let the fun begin!

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      <itunes:summary>i can't sleep &lt;img width="40" height="19" src="http://i.deviantnation.com/i/emoticons/doh.gif" contenteditable="false" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</itunes:summary>
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      <itunes:summary>I AM GOING TO SEE NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK IN NOVEMBER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;img src="http://i.deviantnation.com/images/emoticons/eyes-bugout.gif" contenteditable="false" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img width="28" height="28" src="http://i.deviantnation.com/i/emoticons/wired.gif" contenteditable="false" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img width="42" height="27" src="http://i.deviantnation.com/i/emoticons/yahoo.gif" contenteditable="false" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.deviantnation.com/images/emoticons/smile.gif" contenteditable="false" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.deviantnation.com/images/emoticons/heart.gif" contenteditable="false" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.deviantnation.com/images/emoticons/heart.gif" contenteditable="false" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.deviantnation.com/images/emoticons/heart.gif" contenteditable="false" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img width="29" height="25" src="http://i.deviantnation.com/i/emoticons/halm.gif" contenteditable="false" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img width="42" height="27" src="http://i.deviantnation.com/i/emoticons/yahoo.gif" contenteditable="false" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img width="28" height="28" src="http://i.deviantnation.com/i/emoticons/wired.gif" contenteditable="false" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img width="27" height="22" src="http://i.deviantnation.com/i/emoticons/tuffgong.gif" contenteditable="false" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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      <itunes:summary>i sliced my right ring finger open yesterday. i am eediot. six stitches, a tetanus shot and two days of light duty at work. this stinks &amp;amp; i don't want to go to work. NO! it will stink more than anything. i will be a door greeter. like at wal-mart, only not at wal-mart. STINK! EEDIOT!&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</itunes:summary>
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      <description><![CDATA[i sliced my right ring finger open yesterday. i am eediot. six stitches, a tetanus shot and two days of light duty at work. this stinks &amp; i don't want to go to work. NO! it will stink more than anything. i will be a door greeter. like at wal-mart, only not at wal-mart. STINK! EEDIOT!]]></description>
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      <dc:creator>Rilke</dc:creator>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 08 Jun 2008 16:55:29 GMT</pubDate>
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