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  <title>Kelly-Jean</title>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 28 Feb 2004 03:09:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>every time I do one of these, its different</title>
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  <description>Name: Kelly-Jean King&lt;br /&gt;Age: 19&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5&apos;6&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 100 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;Ethnic Backround: Polish, french, italian, german&lt;br /&gt;Hair: short and layered. Purple-brown color&lt;br /&gt;Complexion: pasty&lt;br /&gt;Glasses/Contacts? glasses&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac: scorpio&lt;br /&gt;Location: Warren, MI&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: Manager of a hungry howies, full time illustration major @ CCS&lt;br /&gt;Personality: at work: pissed off and bitchy. Any other time: quirky and outgoing&lt;br /&gt;Shaven/Beard/Mustache? SHAVED! EVERYWHERE!&lt;br /&gt;Siblings: 1 older sister, 2 younger brothers&lt;br /&gt;Rank: In the middle &lt;br /&gt;Night Owl/Early Bird? night owl, but school and work are making me get up early in the a.m.&lt;br /&gt;Pets: 2 goldfish, and a live-in boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;Number of times engaged/married: None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: cobalt blue&lt;br /&gt;Meal: chicken fetachinni (sp?) at olive garden&lt;br /&gt;Sandwich: grilled chz!&lt;br /&gt;Soup: anything ramen&lt;br /&gt;Meat: chicken&lt;br /&gt;Book: Tough one, either the virgin suicides, or 1984&lt;br /&gt;Movie: Another tough one: Of course Empire Records, anything by Kevin Smith, A clockwork oarnge&lt;br /&gt;Magazine: cosmo&lt;br /&gt;Newspaper: metro times&lt;br /&gt;Section of Newspaper: savage love&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon: sealab 2021&lt;br /&gt;Candy: snickers and gummy bears&lt;br /&gt;Snack: cookies&lt;br /&gt;Season: fall, when all the leaves change&lt;br /&gt;City: So far, Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;Ice Cream Flavor: B&amp;J&apos;s chocolate brownie&lt;br /&gt;Ice Cream Topping: Hot fudge.&lt;br /&gt;Soda: jones&apos; fufu berry&lt;br /&gt;Drink: strawberry dacquriis &lt;br /&gt;Animal: Cats, I love white tigers&lt;br /&gt;Music: alternative, and indie rock&lt;br /&gt;Music Group: another toughie! Interpol, Incubus, Reggie and the Full Efect, Mindless Self Indulgence, a Perfect Circle, the Flaming Lips&lt;br /&gt;Song: I&apos;ve always been intrigued by Garbage&apos;s &quot;Hammering in my Head.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Singer: Madonna&lt;br /&gt;Game: life&lt;br /&gt;Subject: right now, my world religions class&lt;br /&gt;Color Ink: magenta&lt;br /&gt;Holiday: Christmas&lt;br /&gt;TV Show: Queer Eye&lt;br /&gt;Perfume/Colonge: Baby Doll&lt;br /&gt;Fruit: strawberry&lt;br /&gt;Vegetable: corn&lt;br /&gt;Flower: fire n ice roses&lt;br /&gt;Plant: bonzii&lt;br /&gt;Store: target&lt;br /&gt;Outfit: thats like picking a favorite child!!!&lt;br /&gt;Poet: blaa, im not one for poetry, but I&apos;d pick edgar allen poe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISCELLANEOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hobbies: sleep, making clothes, shopping&lt;br /&gt;Idea of a Romantic Date: dinner and sex&lt;br /&gt;Mama&apos;s Boy/Daddy&apos;s Girl? daddy&apos;s girl&lt;br /&gt;Want Children in the Future? uhhh...no...&lt;br /&gt;Quirks: drooling while sleeping, holding grudges, complaning about work&lt;br /&gt;Crayons/Markers/Chalk/Pencil/Ink/Charcoal/Paint? DO YOU WANT ME TO KILL MY FIRST BORN?! WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT?!&lt;br /&gt;Socks/Barefoot/Slippers? barefoot&lt;br /&gt;Prefer to Have True Love or Good Luck? True love is good luck isn&apos;t it?&lt;br /&gt;Favor Chocolate? YES&lt;br /&gt;Favor Peanut Butter? YES&lt;br /&gt;Favor Whipped Cream? YES &lt;br /&gt;Religion: dont know&lt;br /&gt;Prefer Thunderstorm/Blizzard/Flash Flood/Tornado/Hurricane? thunderstorms&lt;br /&gt;Prefer to See a Woman with Her Hair Up or Down? up&lt;br /&gt;Prefer to See a Man with Long or Short Hair? short and spikey&lt;br /&gt;Notices First on a Man/Woman: teeth, and a nice smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEX FAVORITES &amp; ETC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postition: spooning, wrap-arround &lt;br /&gt;Part(s) of Intimate Moments: hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;Part(s) of Female/Male Anatomy: hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;Turn-On(s): brian in general&lt;br /&gt;Turn-Off(s): spitting or smelly farts&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy: sex on the beach!!!&lt;br /&gt;Age Lost *V*: 18&lt;br /&gt;Favor Electronics? ironically, never used even though my mom sells them for a living&lt;br /&gt;Favor Quickies/Slow &amp; Passionate? depends on my mood&lt;br /&gt;Boxers/Briefs/Commando? punching squirrel boxers!&lt;br /&gt;Boxers/Panties/Thong/Commando? superman panties!&lt;br /&gt;Cut/Uncut? cut&lt;br /&gt;Piercings: I have my ears pierced &lt;br /&gt;Weak Points: i worry too much</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2004 18:58:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Its frickin cold!</title>
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  <description>I just got back from the frozen tundra known as Detroit Michigan, and now I&apos;m back at the ice wasteland of Warren Michigan.  Its too damn cold out, the elevator was frozen solid at school today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, today I have my first gyno appointment.  Im not looking forward to it, but its better to get it done and over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t think Bri&apos;s ever realized that even though I&apos;m his girlfriend, I shit too.  Yesterday he seemed so grossed out after I took a shit, and made the bathroom stink.  Girlfriends shit too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The synisym (sp?) today in Compu graphics for illus wasint as great as it normally is.  That or I was just too tired to really care.  We did watch G.I.Joe spoofs all class and laugh.  Barbie, er, Ann Redner our teacher, just sat there pretending she got our jokes.  Normal cracks about Matt LeBarr as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, even more cracks about Ian and that Jason kid with the funny lip thing.  We hate those guys.  &lt;br /&gt;How&apos;d they get into art school?&lt;br /&gt;If I knew the link to Jason Bur&apos;s website with tenaciously terrible artwork, I&apos;d insert it here.  Just google &apos;Jason Bur&apos; to find bad artwork to laugh at.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Ian&apos;s got a website....</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2004 00:37:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>wow, long time....</title>
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  <description>So its been a long ass time since Ive updated my lj, Ive moved out, got promoted, lost my virginity, and Brian moved in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened so fast.  The week that I was really sick Brandon called me and asked if I wanted to come work for him at the new Hoover and 9 mile store in Warren with him.  I said that was way far, and I&apos;d have to move down there.  I asked if I could say no, seeing I just bought a new car, and he said that I had to or I&apos;d be fired.  I had no choice but to take the job.  I had a weeks notice to start at this old rundown store that steve bought from this coke head Tom Comelli.  Well, a week before this happened, Brian and I were both feeling stressed from being overworked and decided to take a vacation.  So I made reservations at a hotel, and we were going to go to ren fest.  Well, 2 horny teenagers alone in a hotel roomed led to poking about, and I lost my virginity.  2 days later, I called my mom and told her about me being transfered to this new store, and that I had only a week to move out, start my new job, and go back to school.  She took me apartment shopping, and I ended up getting the exact same apartment my mom got when she first moved out.  Pretty Ironic.  The next thing I had to do was to tell my dad.  I put it off.  I told him, then only had 3 days to pack my shit and move out.  I also had to start my new job.  The first day there, we had to close the place down, just to clean.  It was discusting.  I spent 5 hours just cleaning the sink.  The grease trap under the sink was so filthy, I found a dead mouse in it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fastforward 3 months: After finishing my 3rd semester in school, Brian moved in.  He also got accepted to ccs, and will be starting next week with me.  Brandon and I picked up the buisness at the new hungry howies, so my bonus paychecks are double what they usto be.  We also both got robbed at gun point.  That sucked.  But in another two weeks, we&apos;ll be getting bullet proof glass put in, and school will start, so I dont have to work so many hours.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 05 Aug 2003 19:10:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Life today</title>
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  <description>I just spent the last hour of my time filling out all this schollarship information on this website, and when I was finished, they told me I could apply for 9 different scholarships for only $29.95.  I was pissed, I thought scholarships were free!  Damn waste of my time.  &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m still sick.  My friend Cate from Italy came back for a few days to the states, and I was really sick.  I tried to pull myself togther enough to take her out on Thursday, but ended up feeling even sicker.  I felt really bad cuz I didnt get to see her as much as I wanted to while she was here.&lt;br /&gt;On friday I was suposed to go to this grunge concert fest with Sponge and the Virve Pipe with a bunch of my friends but it started raining.  Becca and KT decided not to go cuz of the rain-I should have done the same cuz I was sick, but no, Im a dumbass and went anyways.  Dana and Brian knew how sick I was, and we ended up leaving half way threw the show cuz the weather sucked, and I felt like I was gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;I called in sick on Wednesday, so I was suposed to work open to close on Saturday at work.  Seeing I got rained on the night before, I felt like even more crap, but tied to anyways.  About 6-7:00, I started getting a fever again and felt loopy.  I felt really bad cuz I had Benton close for me, and I know he didn&apos;t want to.  I owe him ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to finally get a little better.  My fever went away, but I still have a sore throat, and sound like a 13 yr old boy going through puberty.  I went to visit my mom yesterday, and she gave me this oil stuff to give to Brian that when you blow on it, it heats up and its edible.  She was going to give me a purple sparkly light up cock ring, but that was too weird.  I still think its odd, he laughed at the fact that my mom is trying to get us to have sex so she can sell us products.  He liked the oil stuff, I kept thinking of my mom so it was weird for me.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2003 19:01:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>That damn boy breathed on me!!</title>
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  <description>*coughs* Damnit, Brian was sick last week and he breathed on me (or we might have made out) and now I&apos;m sick.  I called into work sick today, the first time in over a year.  I woke up and had a killer soar throat and a fever.  Yesterday I felt sick and a little loopy, but I thought it was cuz I forgot my glasses, but then I realized I had a fever.  Blaa.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I should update on my job situation.  Okay, on Monday I went into work to talk to Sheila about calming down on me, otherwise I&apos;d quit.  She told me that she was sorry that she fired me, she was just having a bad day, blaa blaa blaa.  Then she told me that Steve is opening a new store next month, and Brandon was going to get it, and he wanted to know if I wanted to be his assistant.  And that I&apos;d be making double what I&apos;m making now.  I said sure but the only catch is that its down on 14 mile road.  thats about 30-45 minuites away.  I really dont want to drive that far for work, but the making double what I make now is very tempting.  We&apos;ll see...</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 26 Jul 2003 19:15:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Shit is hittin the fan!</title>
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  <description>Alot has gone down since the last time I typed.  Both good and bad.  Brian just got a brand new Cavilier for $2000.  Nicole dyed her hair black.  Had a great time at the fair the other night.  And the most tramatic thing, I got fired.  Well, I got rehired 2 minuites later.  It was stupid.  Wedenesday was our customer apprecation day, so afterwards everyone did dough for the following day.  Thursday I opened and when I got there, there was no trays to do dough, so I didnt bother with doing any.  It was a slow day, and I didn&apos;t worry too much about getting it done.  Yesterday I got a call from Sheila telling me to call her back.  So I did and she starts screaming at me why there was only 3 trays of large dough for a friday dinner rush, and I told her that I had no trays to do the dough, and I didnt even realize there was only 3 trays, then she said, &quot;Youre right now either out of a job or transfering to another store!!&quot;  I begged her not to fire me and to give me another chance, then she said that she didnt want to fire me, and that she was going to write a list of everything I&apos;m doing wrong, blaa blaa blaa.  Thats when I realized that this is bull shit, I KNOW I&apos;m a good manager, my employees know I&apos;m a good manager, and I don&apos;t deserve this kind of treatment, so I went on a job hunt yesterday.  The third place I walked into hired me on the spot.  It was that mexican restaraunt On the Border by the mall.  Now I&apos;m debateing wether or not i want to give Sheila my 2 weeks notice today, or if I want to stay.  Im just deeply saddened by quitting, I&apos;ve worked at Howie&apos;s for so long, the guys have become like a family to me.  I don&apos;t know what I want to do.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2003 19:56:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Brooke, a friend of mine from grade school</title>
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  <description>A few days ago I was lieing in bed debating wether or not to get up when my cell rang.  Before I could say &apos;hello&apos; a voice came booming out of it, &quot;I&apos;M GETTING MARRIED!!!&quot;  Half asleep I ask,&quot;Wha-who is this?&quot; It was a old friend of mine from grade school named Brooke.  The last time I saw her was at her open house last summer.  She was dating this getto-fab guy named Mike.  I guess he proposed to her.  I told her that I&apos;d take her out to lunch.  We were going to meet up at the Cafe&apos; so Iwas sitting waiting for her and Nicole to show up.  I see this bigger looking young woman walking tords the door and then I realize,&quot;Oh shit, THATS brooke!&quot;  I mean, its normal your freshman year of college to gain the &quot;freshman 15&quot; but she gained her freshman 100!  And Im not exagerating. She was always a little husky, but now she&apos;s a big girl.  She asked Nicole and I to be her bridesmaids, we both were flattered and accepted, but were both shocked that she asked us, seeing we havent seen each other in over a year.  We thought that maybe she doesint have any other friends.  Its kinda sad.  She totaly stopped taking care of herself.  I&apos;m kinda worried about her.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2003 19:46:37 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;form action=&quot;http://www.deskslave.org/silly/deathday.cgi&quot; method=&quot;post&quot;&gt;&lt;table border=&quot;1&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;2&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot; colspan=&quot;2&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Deathday!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot;&gt;Your name:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;ENTER USERNAME&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot;&gt;You will die on:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;Tuesday, August 19, 2031&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot;&gt;You will die of:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;Fall from Great Height &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot;&gt;Username:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot;&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;text&quot; name=&quot;username&quot; value=&quot;ArtzeErma&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;submit&quot; value=&quot;What&amp;#39;s my Deathday?&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;center&quot; colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;-1&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.livejournal.com/users/quill18/&quot;&gt;Created by &lt;img src=&quot;http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align:bottom;border:0;&quot;&gt;Quill&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/form&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit!  I always knew thats how I was going to die!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2003 19:25:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>its been awhile</title>
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  <description>Yeah, I havent typed in a while.  I&apos;ve just been really buzy with work and all.  I just got paid yesterday,and I also got my first bonus check!!  :)  So in total I got $800.  Its pretty sweet.  I paid off my credit card bill, and put the rest in the bank for college this fall.  I&apos;m not really wanting to go back yet, I like having a social life.  Katie, one of my friends from school called me out of the blue the other day, we were suposed to hang out, but I ended up hanging out with my hometown friends instead.  I feel really bad about it.  I need to call her again.  Sheila my boss has been comming down being queen bitch lately.  She called me today and said that we needed to have a little chat, I&apos;m scurred, I don&apos;t know what I did wrong.  Brian&apos;s still looking for a car, I wonder if he&apos;ll actually get one.  I&apos;ve been hanging out with him alot lately too, we just saw the Pirates of the Caribian yesterday.  Uh, I dunno. I&apos;ve just been in a sort of slump this past month, I havent really done much of anything.  I kind of like it though, its relaxing.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 27 Jun 2003 18:50:45 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Brian and I decided...or at least I decided for him.  Our first born will be named Hernando Doushe Hartwell.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 27 Jun 2003 18:31:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Yay!  I finally got a few days off!!</title>
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  <description>Last week I had to work 7 days in a row, and Tuesday was my 1st day off.  Brian also had the day off, so we went to the zoo.  They should just call it the peacock zoo, because the peacocks just romed free and there was at least one peacock per animal pen.  We had alot of fun, I havent been to the zoo since I was a little kid.  The next day before work, I hung out with Nicole, and we drove arround in her convertable, being eye-catching, having guys &quot;holla&quot; at us.  Needless to say, these 2 days were the first days that my pasty ass has seen the sun, so I&apos;m really sunburned.  Yesterday I was suposedto hang out with Jason from work, but he ended up having to close, so I hung out with the crew instead.  Dana, Brad and I went to Gameworks, and I won them a stuft panda from one of those crane machines, and they named it Nester.  He ended up going with us were ever we went that night.  Then we went over to Brian&apos;s house and watched 13 Ghosts.  That movie was really gory.  Ick.  They ended up leaving after the movie, to go play with Nester there panda, so Bri and I started doing our thing, but the Powerpuff Girls were on.  Every time we try to fool arround and the Powerpuff Girls are on, we end up getting so disracted and end up watching to see if they will save the day.  We laugh at our selves for that.  Oh!  I also went to victoria&apos;s secret and bought sexy langere for Brian.  Brad said Brian can wear it on the odd days, and I&apos;ll wear it on the even days.  Yeah...</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2003 16:00:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>meh..</title>
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  <description>Yesterday was father&apos;s day.  I havent really seen my dad that much in the past month, so I promiced him that I&apos;d take the day off of work to hang out with him.  Sheila was pissed that I took it off, but it was on the calendar for the past 2 months.  Well, dad and I were walkng through Bass Pro Shop, and then I saw Sheila and Brandon there!  She didn&apos;t seem too talkitive, I think she&apos;s still really pissed at me for taking the day off.  &lt;br /&gt;Saturday was hell day at work, and I ended up having to fire Ryan, one of the drivers.  I almost cried when I was fireing him, I felt so bad, he&apos;s a really nice guy, but a shitty driver.  &lt;br /&gt;Nothing else is really new, I&apos;m trying to take a little break from the boy, I&apos;m spending too much time with him, I need to see other ppl.  I think I might call Nicole and see if she wants to go to the cafe or something.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2003 15:53:24 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Whoa, I saw Kristen Rath the other day.  Whatta total diz-bag.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2003 15:52:35 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Ever wonder if people missed that really crucial day of 2nd grade where they showed that personal hygine slide show?  I swear, that really had to be a critical day in peoples lives cuz I swear, some ppl must have had chicken pox or something the day they showed that slide show, and ended up really dirt nasty.  I think Stefny Shmitt missed that slide show as well.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 11 Jun 2003 17:39:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>SEX!!!</title>
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  <description>Eh, I don&apos;t think this whole virginity thing is going to last too much longer, and I&apos;m really scared about it.  I dont know, I don&apos;t know if I fear the pain it might cause, or the whole thought of not being a virgin anymore scares me more.  We keep having these close calls, but normally we stop cuz we don&apos;t have a condom, but yesterday I had one, but Brian stopped and said that he knew that I really did&apos;nt want to, and that he knew I wanted to wait, so it didnt happen.  I&apos;m glad that he does look out for me and is fine about waiting for me.  I dunno, maybe I&apos;m just being dumb, and I should just fuck him and get it over with.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 09 Jun 2003 21:09:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Bah Hah!!</title>
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  <description>Yesterday was buzy as fuck at work cuz of the storm.  Everyone wanted delivery.  Benton&apos;s windshild wiper and his sun roof both got busted by hail.  I was releved that my cars plastic so the hail just bounces off.  &lt;br /&gt;Today Danage and I are prolly gonna go to my mom&apos;s candle party.  Its not one of her dildo parties, its an actual candle party.&lt;br /&gt;Brian came to my work yesterday after Brad&apos;s house.  The boys I guess played backyard football in the rain, and he had what appeared to be a black eye forming.  Poor boy!  Brad abuses him!&lt;br /&gt;Shawn, Matt, and Dana also came into my work yesterday.  I love it when my friends visit, but then its like, there all gonna go have fun,and I&apos;m stuck working.  Blaa.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 08 Jun 2003 18:16:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>How come they always paint ther road lines over the roadkill?</title>
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  <description>Brian killed a racoon yesterday.  He totaly anilated that thing.  Ba-Boom!  That bitch took out half his car.  It scurred the piss outta me, it rolled right under my feet.  I screamed and he&apos;s just like, &quot;Oops.&quot;  WTF!!!</description>
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  <lj:music>...Grandma got run over by a raindeer...</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 08 Jun 2003 17:58:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Last night...she said...</title>
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  <description>Arright, so last night I got off work early @ 8:30 to be exact, so I call the boy &amp; Chris to hang out.  They said that they&apos;d stop by and we&apos;d all go to Ram&apos;s Horn.  Well guess what, Chris&apos; daddy just bought him a new car.  He got a Ford Escort.  Dude, I told him not to get a ford, they fall appart and there shitty cars, Dana and Nicole will testify to that!  He&apos;s said that he has to pay him back for the car, but for some reason I dont think so.  It really bugs me how much he depends on his daddy.  I depend on my daddy too, but thats just for a place to live, for advice, and to bail me out when I get into a car axcedent.  I still buy all my own clothes, food, bathroom needs, furniture, school, and CAR.  It just irritates me to see people go through life living a good one getting free handouts from there rich parrents.&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, how come after sex, or in my case cuz I&apos;m still a big V, fooling arround w/ a guy, you always fall asleep?  Always, right after, BAM I&apos;m out.  I would like to cuddle or talk, but I&apos;m too buzy falling asleep.  Brian finds it so hilarious cuz I&apos;ll just like, sleep.  Huh....</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 07 Jun 2003 18:12:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My 2nd entry of the day...just for Becca</title>
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  <description>Well, I felt like going on a little rant about the boy, before I got too carried away with it in the last entry...and I needed my 2nd entry for the day (*snickers*).  So the boy and I have this inside joke about that 50 Cent song, &quot;21 questions,&quot; cuz one of the lines in the song is &quot;I love you like a fat kid loves cake.&quot;  We both thought it was greatly humorous, so we say it to each other to get the other person to laugh.  He said it to me the other day, but minus the &quot;like a fat kid loves cake!&quot;  Aww, it was the first time that he&apos;s ever told me that he loves me.  Now he just tells me that he loves me every time he sees me.  Awww...he so cute!  I really do love the guy, and I&apos;m glad that he feels the same for me.</description>
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  <lj:music>still got Bon Jovi stuck in my head!!</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 07 Jun 2003 18:04:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Life</title>
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  <description>I havent typed in my lj in a while.  I&apos;ve just been so buzy the past two weeks, I havent had a chance.  Well, my life in the past two weeks consists mostly of work, my lovely job at Hungry Howies, bossing people arround, feeling bad about wanting to fire that dick hole Robert.  And I also have been redecorating my bedroom.  I decided that cuz I just bought a brand new car that I&apos;m prolly going to live at home till im 25, so I thought why not redecorate it to look more &quot;me&quot; and paint it lime green.  Alot of my time has also gone into my room.  That pesky boyfriend of mine also seems to be needy of my time.  I either see him or talk to him every other day, today would be the &quot;other&quot; day so I&apos;d see or talk to him today.  I get off of work at 9:00 so I&apos;ll prolly see him then.  Becca, I&apos;m gonna start a new entery now just for you. :)</description>
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  <lj:music>Yuck,   Bon Jovi&apos;s stuck in my head!</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 06 Jun 2003 01:29:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>YAY</title>
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  <description>You will live in &lt;b&gt;Shack&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You will drive a &lt;b&gt;pink Mist. Elcipse. Spidey.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will marry &lt;b&gt;Brian&lt;/b&gt; and have &lt;b&gt;2.5 kids.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be a &lt;b&gt;fashion D&lt;/b&gt; in &lt;b&gt;hammy trammy.&lt;/b&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 26 May 2003 17:15:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>hell day at work</title>
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  <description>Yesterday when I got to work, we only made $500 by 6:00.  It was slow as fuck, so I sent everyone home by 7:15.  7:16 rolls arround and everyone seemed to want pizza and I got fucked.  Brian came in to see if I could pick up some paper plates for Kyle&apos;s party, and I&apos;m like, &quot;Bri, do me a big favor and cut pizzas.&quot; Then, &quot;Bri, do me a big favor and look up where all these deliverys go.&quot;  I had him help me arround the store, and I axcedently burned his arm on a pan.  I felt really bad.  I had to call both Benton and Adam back in to help me.  It finally calmed down arround 10:00, so I sent my last driver home, so all was left was me and the closing driver Robert.  He is the worlds slowest and most unreliable driver.  My deliveries were a hour and a half old cuz he&apos;s so slow.  I was so ready to fire him.  Then this sleasy guy walks in with a fake and bake tan, and his shirt half open with his freshly oiled chest hanging out asks to order a pizza.  I didn&apos;t know automaticly what he wanted, heck, I&apos;ve never seen this slease ball before, and he asks me if I&apos;m new.  &quot;No, I&apos;m the manager.  I&apos;ve been working here for 2 years now.&quot;  Then he was saying how he&apos;s never seen me deliver any pizzas to his appartment before (at this point I&apos;m guessing he lives in those nasty Windmill apts), and I told him thats because I&apos;m the manager, not a driver.  Then he gets insulted that I didnt ask what kind of flavored crust that he wanted.  God, guy!  I just want you out of my store!  So then I asked and he told me while opening his shirt a little more.  By this time I&apos;m really freaked, so I grabbed the button (it calls the cops) and hooked it to my apron.  I go to make his pizza and Sheila walks in.  I go running to her, giving her a hug wispering to her that there is a really sleazy guy in the lobby and I&apos;m freaked.  She said that he went out side to talk to Brandon.  Whatever.  He then asked if he could use our bathroom, and thankfully Sheila said no.  By the time Robert got back from all his deliveries, it was 12:20, and I was trying to get all my paperwork done so I could leave.  He took his time doing the dishes,and mopping, so I didnt leave my store till 1:00 in the morning.  I still had to drop the deposit off at the M-59 store, and go to this so-called party.  I didn&apos;t get there till 2:00, and it wasint even that great.  Somedays I just really hate my job.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 26 May 2003 16:56:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Slumber Parties!!  (Not my mom&apos;s...)</title>
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  <description>So yesterday Shawn calls me and tells me that Kyle is having a camp out at his house that night.  I told him that I had to work, but he kept pestering me and I eventually gave in and said that I&apos;d come over after I got off.  It was hell day at work (I&apos;ll get into that in a later entery), and I didnt get over there untill 2:00.  Bri called me and told me that Kyle had a bunch of his jock friends over and they were lighting shit on fire and watching things explode, so needless to say, I wasn&apos;t going to stay long.  Brian brought his friend Brad with him, and he seemed to be hitting it off with Dana pretty well.  The four of us decided to go to Dana&apos;s house cuz her parrents were out of town for the weekend.  By 4:00 in the morning we all were getting a bit tired, so we all tried to cram and sleep in Dana&apos;s futon together.  Brad kept talking of God knows what, and then he stopped so Bri and I were about to fall asleep when all a sudden we started hearing kissy noises,and I kept feeling someone else&apos;s hand on my back other than Brian&apos;s.  We knew what was going on (GO DANA!! :) )  so we felt it was only right to resort to the couch downstairs so the two of them could get better aquanted.  Uncomfortable, yes.  I realized that its not too much fun to sleep with Brian in crampt, unfamiliar places, he gets the sniffles, and the wiggles.  Needless to say, I didn&apos;t sleep last night.  I guess Dana and Brad are going out now.  She told me that he already said that he loved her.  I think thats a bit extreme on his part, you don&apos;t tell someone you love them after knowing them 2 days.  So yeah, I was thinking, &quot;Oh how romantic, I get to sleep with Brian tonight.&quot;  It sucked, there wasnt even any making out!  Oh well, I think I might take a nap now.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2003 16:53:43 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>KT, is the John yer talking about the John from Once a Hero you&apos;ve been pining over for like..ever?  Just curious...</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2003 16:36:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&quot;Here in my car...&quot;</title>
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  <description>Brian&apos;s car is a peice of shit 1993 Oldsmobile.  Its prolly gonna die by the end of the week so on Tuesday Dana and I went with him to look for a car.  I think he&apos;s got some specific car in his mind of what he wants, and nothing else will do, cuz I don&apos;t know how many different cars we looked at and he didn&apos;t seem to like any of them.  Now, being a poor college student, you can be a little choosy when it comes to buying a car, but Brian won&apos;t buy a used car even if it has a couple little rock dings in the hood.  My car was new and had a rock ding in the front, but I didn&apos;t really care, my dad just put some touch up paint on it, and now you can&apos;t tell.  He really wants either a Sunfire, Cavilier, or a Hondia Civic.  Tipical boy.  Wont settle for anything less of the exact car he wants.</description>
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