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  <title>Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time</title>
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  <updated>2009-11-09T06:16:44Z</updated>
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    <title>I love her....</title>
    <published>2009-11-09T06:16:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-09T06:16:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;em&gt;And I couldn't agree more. I didn't really have much of an opinion one way or the other about Sheryl until we talked on the phone and there was something about the sound of her voice that made me feel really content. Like having days when there's nothing that needs done, and just being outside is really nice. Just being with her is really nice, I guess.&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:causticruin:153586</id>
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    <title>LULZ@U</title>
    <published>2009-11-08T21:44:51Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-08T21:44:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I find it HIGHLY humorous that someone would claim to be &amp;quot;starting fresh&amp;quot; and with a &amp;quot;clean slate&amp;quot; and yet continue to post the same nonsensical and condescending rubbish on their page.&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot; The interpretation of the law is solely the responsibility, and right of the owners of Infinity Bound, and no other persons.&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, you cannot just interpret a law how you see fit. And it IS the responsibility of every law abiding citizen to interpret the laws AS&amp;nbsp;WRITTEN and adhere to them. Infinity Bound, and Joey and Garth Sanders, are not the law. They do not write the law and they wrongfully try to enforce laws that THEY&amp;nbsp;interpret in their own way - which is inaccurate and morally wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot; If you do not agree with this rule, policy, law, or whatever you wish to call it, there are a plethora of other sites in existence that do not enforce, adhere to, or hold themselves at the moral responsibility that the owners of Infinity Bound do.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and every day I am thankful that I have found a home with Sanguinem Draconis where the owner is someone I am proud to call a friend.&amp;nbsp;Someone who doesn't feel the need to take such low blows at people who really don't give a shit about them.&amp;nbsp;Someone who wouldn't list links to other sites while simultaneously bashing those sites ON&amp;nbsp;THE&amp;nbsp;SAME&amp;nbsp;PAGE. When your morality has come in question as much as Joey Sanders is, you gotta be one cocky cunt to claim moral highground on any front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend suggested that I take a look at the joke - so I did and felt the need to make my own commentary on it. If nothing else it provided me (and a few friends on AIM) a lulzworthy moment.&amp;nbsp;Thanks IB&amp;nbsp;for never ceasing to disappoint and entertain!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>causticruin @ 2009-10-07T16:34:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-07T21:42:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-07T21:42:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I was standing at the side of the bed gathering clothes for work when Em rolled over and sleepily mumbled,&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;are you okay?&amp;quot; She woke up and thought I was sad.&amp;nbsp;I didn't go to bed sad (we didn't go to bed until 5am, after I fell asleep on the couch with my head in her lap) and I didn't really wake up sad. Though, in the process of cleaning the bathroom I found myself on the verge of tears.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sad that Markie left, but not&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;sad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mostly sad that I lost my smoking and Halo buddy. I may have to go buy Halo 3 just cos I'm gonna miss him playing it . . . and who knows when I'll get the urge to beat Em down in-game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had four cigarettes in the last month. I broke down and bought a pack Monday night on our way home from Bismarck, I've smoked only two of them (and that is half of the four) and neither of them I finished. I suppose that this is a good sign.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every paragraph has begun with a form of &amp;quot;I&amp;quot;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;wonder what that means?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Natasha Chloe Bannister</title>
    <published>2009-09-25T19:07:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-25T19:07:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;After 36 hours of labor, Natasha Chloe Bannister finally arrived at 9:21pm via c-section. She weighed in at 9lbs 1oz and has a full head of black hair - everyone is hoping she'll have blue eyes like her daddy. Both mama and baby are doing very well, though they're all exhausted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I haven't seen&amp;nbsp;Josh or Christi (new mom and dad) in over four years!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need to reconnect with my family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Too many babies coming around that I'm missing out on getting to know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>work in progress....</title>
    <published>2009-09-07T11:29:22Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-07T11:29:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Just got my hands on Photoshop&amp;nbsp;CS4 today (well, technically yesterday as it's 6:30am) and started fooling around with some web design ideas. This is just my first attempt and I don't really expect to do anything with it. But, it's pretty and I thought it was worth sharing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Type your cut contents here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" width="800" height="640" src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j24/savingsymmetry/Photoshoppery/DW_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>causticruin @ 2009-09-07T03:30:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-07T08:30:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-07T08:31:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;ahahahahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just realized that Em and I have been attempting to have intelligent political debates with grown men who believe global warming isn't real.&amp;nbsp;LULZ!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://minotdailynews.com/page/content.detail/id/531760.html?nav=5008"&gt;minotdailynews.com/page/content.detail/id/531760.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>I couldnt ever love you more</title>
    <published>2009-09-06T21:32:38Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-06T21:32:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Emily just sent me this picture and immediately followed it up with:&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;I feel that way about you.&amp;quot; The level of sweetness/cuteness nearly killed me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.asofterworld.com/clean/graeme.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Work notes</title>
    <published>2009-08-28T19:00:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-28T19:01:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;A few months ago our managers decided that they'd begin printing notes and posting them&amp;nbsp;ALL&amp;nbsp;OVER the restaurant. In all this time I've seen ONE that was appropriate - while the rest have been like this little jewel I found the other evening.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/50/l_83767dbe9a654cbcabcb74f136538b5d.jpg" /&gt; and this is a closeup of the note taped to the bottom.&lt;img alt="" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/34/l_c90506d3c3d648d593acabc13c3d2405.jpg" /&gt;.&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:causticruin:151587</id>
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    <title>IB = WBS? Roo = Cliff?</title>
    <published>2009-08-24T20:00:38Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-24T20:00:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Stephen was sent the following after selecting &amp;quot;Yes&amp;quot; on the poll regarding a change needed with Infinity Bound staff. He was NOT logged into the site at the time and Joey used his&amp;nbsp;IP to seek out his email address and sent him the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are receiving this email because you responded with you would like to&lt;br /&gt;see the staff change.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot guarantee anything you suggest will be implemented, but the survey&lt;br /&gt;doesn't leave you room to explain why you want the staff to change, or how&lt;br /&gt;you want the staff to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only made Garth's email visible so you have it to respond as a good&lt;br /&gt;deal of you who voted yes may not feel comfortable talking to me, and while&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one you see/hear all the time, he owns IB every bit as much as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your responses will not be shared with the site staff outside of Garth and&lt;br /&gt;myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to hear your opinion and this is your chance to address an issue you&lt;br /&gt;might have with the site. Nothing you say in these emails will affect your&lt;br /&gt;status on Infinity Bound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey&lt;br /&gt;Co-Owner of Infinity Bound&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought that all of my RP friends out there should know why the poll was really put up.&amp;nbsp;Seems to me it was to &amp;quot;out&amp;quot; the people who disagree. You know what I say?&amp;nbsp;FUCK&amp;nbsp;Infinity Bound. Come to&amp;nbsp;Sanguinem Draconis.&amp;nbsp;The owner is a -badass- who has more important things to do than harass the people who use her site, but disagree with her on a personal basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It really feels like I was baited into it. When I clicked that no, and she found out who clicked it, she opened up the board for me to put my neck on by responding.&lt;/em&gt; -Stephen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Writing your tragedy....</title>
    <published>2009-08-20T22:07:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-20T22:07:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I want to write. I miss it. More so, I miss the interaction of RP. I haven't written with anyone other than Em in longer than I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm picky and I'm snooty.&amp;nbsp;I don't want &amp;quot;Mmm. Ur hawt. Sexorz now plz?&amp;quot; And I don't want a gay demon hiding beneath a BDSM club tormenting my mage. I want something emotional and powerful and -fun-. It's a shame that so many great writers have disappeared from RP. It's even more of a shame that so many of them turned out to be crazy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month or so ago,&amp;nbsp;Emily and I moved our room to&amp;nbsp;Sanguinem Draconis. I like this site. I like the regulars and I really like the owner. I just wish more people would come around.&amp;nbsp;Even if it's just to hang out and shoot the shit. I miss that nearly as much as I miss writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who wants to RP? I'm not sure how much time I can devote to playing in a room, but there is always email and forums. I already have the forum(s) set up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like I said, I like emotionally powerful RP. I like to build my characters up and tear them down in order to force them to grow. I'm not going to use my character(s) (which is something I always put a lot of thought and effort into creating) &amp;nbsp;as a plot device to facilitate something you want your character to do. I want to find someone who can create a character that mine can relate to and from that form relationships that cause them both to change and grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, hopefully, we'll become better writers out of it.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>causticruin @ 2009-08-06T01:14:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-06T06:14:43Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-06T06:14:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;(1:12:19 AM) barelypedestrian: omfg&lt;br /&gt;(1:12:20 AM) barelypedestrian: &lt;a href="http://www.wsbtv.com/news/20291666/detail.html"&gt;http://www.wsbtv.com/news/20291666/detail.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1:12:46 AM) Posts Too Slow: LAWLZ GEORGIA&lt;br /&gt;(1:13:21 AM) barelypedestrian: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;(1:13:25 AM) barelypedestrian: that was my first reaction, too!&lt;br /&gt;(1:13:31 AM) Posts Too Slow: Hahahah, &amp;quot;he likes it when I pull him by his leash!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;(1:13:31 AM) barelypedestrian: I half expected it to be Danielle&lt;br /&gt;(1:13:34 AM) barelypedestrian: lmfao&lt;br /&gt;(1:13:37 AM) Posts Too Slow: ROTFL&lt;br /&gt;(1:13:45 AM) Posts Too Slow: It's okay, guys!  She has lupus!&lt;br /&gt;(1:13:53 AM) barelypedestrian: and that looks like a YOUNG kid&lt;br /&gt;(1:13:56 AM) Posts Too Slow: GOOD THING SHE'S NOT PARALYZED OR SHE COULD HAVE JUST EATEN HIM.&lt;br /&gt;(1:14:03 AM) barelypedestrian: lmfao&lt;br /&gt;(1:14:05 AM) barelypedestrian: i fucking love you&lt;br /&gt;(1:14:27 AM) Posts Too Slow: Seriously!  WTF kind of logic was that supposed to be?  Don't hate 'cos she's too disabled to discipline her child!&lt;br /&gt;(1:14:32 AM) Posts Too Slow: &amp;lt;33333333 you right back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>WTF? No, srsly...W   T   F?</title>
    <published>2009-08-03T08:47:49Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-03T08:48:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't use Twitter. I signed up for it a few months back because a friend suggested it. I gave it a try and didn't like it. Every once in awhile I get an email telling me that &amp;quot;so and so is following you&amp;quot;. It's usually, obviously, spam and I ignore it for that alone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Twitter has been completely uninteresting to be since I first heard of it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. . . until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j24/savingsymmetry/twitstalk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>causticruin @ 2009-07-28T22:52:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-29T03:59:09Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-29T03:59:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last night sucked.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No, really. Royally fucking sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even sure what started it, but Mischa and Gypsy ended up in an epic fight. Gypsy outweighs her by at least 50lbs, Mischa weighs less than 10lbs and stands less than a foot high - the little thing didn't stand a chance. And, so says Markie, she asked for more. At one point he got them apart and was holding Gypsy back when Mischa flew after her and that's when she got her in the face and grabbed her by the throat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to them she had Mischa pinned to the ground and shook her like a fucking ragdoll. It was so damn scary. I was shocked when Mischa took off running after Gypsy let go. Not that I'm not thankful that she did!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had to rush her to the emergency vet. $130 just for the office visit. Only $230 total, which still sucks, but I expected it to be much, much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/104/l_337378466976458981e70e8dbe345ca1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/105/l_eb744156a76344c68e51d0bb18fad125.jpg" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>causticruin @ 2009-07-10T17:54:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-10T22:54:30Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-10T22:54:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So, Markie just moved out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;. . . we're having loud, raunchy sex tonight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>causticruin @ 2009-07-02T13:19:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-02T18:28:17Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-02T18:28:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Emily is sleeping in (even though it's 1:30), Markie has taken over the living room and is watching stupid ass cartoons. It's hot and sticky here in my bedroom, but I don't really have anywhere else to go. If I try to play on my computer out there, he gives me the silent treatment if I try to make conversation and makes it very awkward to be in his company. So, I had to drag my computer in here, with&amp;nbsp;Em laying beside me cuddling a very angry Mischa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She's not the only one who's angry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I bitch about this a lot, but I'm at my wit's end. I'm frustrated and disappointed and exhausted. The other day I asked him to come help me in the basement and his reply was &amp;quot;It's my only day off!&amp;quot;....and yet today he doesn't work. We've given him an air mattress AND a futon, and he insists on sleeping in our living room. He wakes up before us and sets the tv to stupid ass cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of 19 year old &amp;quot;man&amp;quot; watches Danny Phantom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it may be the most retarded fucking cartoon&amp;nbsp;EVAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want him to move to the basement - I want him out. I regret ever agreeing to this &amp;quot;experiment&amp;quot;. We're being taken advantage of and being treated like shit during it. He goes out to eat every day while we haven't even paid last months bills. Next week when he's broke and can't afford to eat, he better not come crying to me to borrow money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss. My. Ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know people will just say &amp;quot;Kick him out&amp;quot;, but he's still my BROTHER and while he treats me more like some stranger who's giving him a free ride, I can't do it to him. In two weeks he's supposed to give us $250. I don't want to boot him before that cos we need.the.money. But, at the same time, I don't know if I can put up with two more weeks of this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want my living room back. I want to be able to curl up on my couch and watch what I want on TV. I want him to have his OWN&amp;nbsp;SPACE so I can have mine back. I don't want to feel as though I need to hide away in my bedroom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>causticruin @ 2009-06-28T03:05:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-28T08:08:17Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-28T08:08:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Roland Emmerich must like Adam Baldwin. He has bit parts in both Independence Day and The Patriot. }&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;Hell, I'll kill a man in a fair fight... or if I think he's gonna start a fair fight, or if he bothers me, or if there's a woman, or if I'm gettin' paid - mostly only when I'm gettin' paid. But these Reavers... last ten years they show up like the bogeyman from stories. Eating people alive? Where's that get fun?&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;33 Jayne Cobb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/random&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>CGI Joe</title>
    <published>2009-06-27T18:52:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-27T18:52:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Em: &amp;quot;I really want to CGI Joe&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &amp;quot;WHAT?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;Em: &amp;quot;Uh...I really want to CGI Joe?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &amp;quot;HUH?!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;Em: &amp;quot;I. REALLY. WANT. TO. SEE. GI. JOE.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &amp;quot;haha! I was wondering who Joe was and why you wanted to CGI him!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>causticruin @ 2009-06-20T15:21:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-20T20:21:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-20T20:21:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">In the spirit of fairness (and because I'm somewhat afraid of &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_solikeme' lj:user='solikeme' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://solikeme.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://solikeme.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;solikeme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) I guess I'll try this posting seven consecutive days thing. I don't post often because my life is either A. Too boring or B. Too eventful and I don't feel like rehashing everything. Either way, it's going to be tough trying to dig up a weeks worth of crap to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is in full swing here in ND and it's boring as ever. I find it interesting that an 80 degree day calls for me to turn on our little window AC unit. What happened to the desert girl I used to brag about being? I hate ND summers. Of course, I also hate ND winters. I think I just hate ND. It's not so pretty here after two years. The river that runs through town (and right in front of my house) smells rather rank and I've yet to seen it without debris floating about. The muskrats love it, and they are fun to watch swimming - but the mere thought of sticking so much as a toe in that water is enough to make my skin crawl. The trees are green and the sky is blue without a hint of smog to turn it that familiar shade of shit brown. I can take a full breath wtihout coughing (or at least I could if I'd completely kick this disgusting smoking habit). The air is clean and the water is filthy. The streets are still littered by the sand they sprinkle during winter - the city seems completely disinterested in cleaning that. It's windy nearly every day, which just kicks up all the dirt and blankets everything in a fine layer of the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I have a girl I love and three dogs that always make me laugh. I have a house to come home to each evening and a car that runs dependably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much I can bitch about, but I'll always find something that I dislike and have the desire to share with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try and share more of the positive things in my life and allow all the crap to take a back burner. Who knows, maybe I'll be a happier person if I actually TRY to be.</content>
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    <title>causticruin @ 2009-06-17T00:39:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-17T05:40:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-17T05:40:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My laptop died.&amp;nbsp;The power jack seems to have loosened to a point where I can't charge it. There is no &amp;quot;fixing&amp;quot; it - which means that my first laptop lasted just over a year. Disappointed doesn't even begin to cover it.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>WTF? No....seriously....WTF?</title>
    <published>2009-06-04T18:54:09Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-04T18:54:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This was so absolutely absurd that I must post a link to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/LIVING/06/04/real.life.superheroes/index.html"&gt;www.cnn.com/2009/LIVING/06/04/real.life.superheroes/index.html&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>causticruin @ 2009-05-05T20:39:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-06T01:52:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-06T01:52:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I want to lose weight, but I have zero interest in going to a gym. I really want to get some equipment to put in the basement, but that requires money. On top of working out, and pehaps more importantly, I need to stop eating crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, for example, I've had two hotdogs, two cups (small cups, probably close to 1 cup each) of cereal (Raisin Bran Extra) and a strawberry-kiwi popsicle. Oh, and two Cherry Cokes. I'm not sure of the calorie count in the hotdogs, but the cereal adds up to roughly 460 calories, the soda is 300. I'll still eat dinner later with Em and probably have another soda with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, I realize, is the biggest problem. I'm active enough at work that if I eat right, it'll really help - I'm sure of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I did a crapton of lunges (my ass hurt for two days after) and ran up and down the stairs to the basement about a half dozen times. I was honestly surprised that my knees didn't hurt at all after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't weighed myself in quite some time, and I'm honestly afraid to do so. When I tell people what I -think- I weigh they never believe me. Most people assume I weight between 160-170, add about 20 lbs to that and that's where I am. I'm tall and I have a great ass and chest, so I carry the weight really well...but I'd be happier in a size 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be stick thin, I like having hips - I like my curves. I just want to be confident in my looks again. I want my high cheekbones back and I want my killer waist again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too fucking lazy.</content>
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    <title>causticruin @ 2009-05-04T22:14:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-05T03:16:57Z</published>
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    <content type="html">So...wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em's parents called about an hour ago and asked us to meet them outside cos they had something to unload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three guesses what that was.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thrilled to have the kennel back and we've already found a great place to put it in the yard. It'll make us both so much more secure when the dogs are outside, and it'll give them a place to poo that isn't, yanno, all over the entire yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, and perhaps moreso, I'm impressed with Em's parents. They went to the guy's house who bought it and explained that we went to the police and that we had plans on taking them to court - the guy did the right thing and relinquished it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope he ends up getting his money back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're still fucking fuckers.</content>
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    <title>So, I'm pissed...what's new?</title>
    <published>2009-05-05T01:51:51Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-05T01:51:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Family isn't supposed to screw you over. They're supposed to have your back no matter what. They're supposed to take responsibility when something bad happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it so rarely work out that way? Why can't people just be GOOD FUCKING PEOPLE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last October-ish we "sold" our trailer to Em's parents. We sold it with the understanding that after winter we would be taking our dog kennel with us. They knew this and claim to have written it in the contract when they allowed the ghetto family to move in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That didn't stop the family from selling the kennel out from under us. We reported it as stolen property....we even know where it is, and the guy who bought it knows it was stolen and refuses to do anything about it...so, we went to the cop shop with the intention of reporting stolen property. We figured that they'd reclaim it and inform the guy who bought it that he needed to handle his case in small claims court to get his money back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course that's not what happened - how silly of us to assume otherwise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cop we spoke to claimed it was a civil matter and all we can do is take them to small claims court. I'm so, so annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now the mean girl in me wants to come out. I want to go over and put the fear of god into their obese asses. The plan, for now, is to call the DA tomorrow (the cop gave us his name and number to call) and see if he'll consider it criminal and charge them. At the very least one would think they could confiscate the property - since WE KNOW WHERE IT IS - cos that's all I really want. I just want my shit back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking fuckers.</content>
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    <title>then I woke from all the dreaming to your taste and to your laughter</title>
    <published>2009-04-29T03:48:46Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Today Em and I went over to her dad's church to drop off some mail that was sent here and our house payment. We found her mom downstairs with another (very, very creepy weirdo) member of their church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We handed over the envelope and were just trying to get out as quickly as possible so we could go get lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within minutes....seriously, 30 seconds maybe, this guy starts harping on Em about going to church. First of all, Em's parents know we're not Christian. Secondly, her mother just sat there and let this guy go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....but no, that's not the kicker. The kicker is this guy (who is the same guy who just walked into our house one day - we don't even know his name) starts talking about trying to hook Emily up with one of his sons. That's when I got frustrated, though I laughed it off, and tugged on Em's elbow before announcing that it was time to go. The guy (and Em's mom) calls us back and started with the "What's the problem?" routine and I said that I definitely take offense to this guy trying to marry Em off to his son(s). That's when Susan (Em's mom) mouths to me "He doesn't know!!" and gave me huge worried eyes. I just rolled my eyes and told Em that it was time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the situation bothered her, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to move. I'm tired of being introduced as "Emily's friend." I take offense to it. We've been together for three years. If I could, I would marry the girl right this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss living life being proud of who I am. Standing up and taking a stand for anyone "different". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell this creeper that I'm her GIRLFRIEND and that we're more intelligent, more beautiful, and more of an asset to this world than he'll ever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he's a nice guy, but considering her mother seemed downright scared that I'd out us to him, I seriously doubt it.</content>
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    <title>#28</title>
    <published>2009-04-04T20:16:05Z</published>
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    <content type="html">So, it's my birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more years until the big 3-0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I stop aging now plz?</content>
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