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  <title>CLASS-A FGGT</title>
  <subtitle>Pardon the French</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Mr. Curiah City</name>
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  <updated>2008-12-29T21:51:40Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:curiahcity:29013</id>
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    <title>Lulz</title>
    <published>2008-12-29T21:51:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-29T21:51:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://comments.deviantart.com/1/6902988/928630166"&gt;http://comments.deviantart.com/1/6902988/928630166&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are so willing to step up and be the "better person" when it comes to "children" *read: stupid teenagers* being fucking retarded, yet when a well known and respected artist is attacked, *read: stupid teenager threatening to ban DivineError for the same crimes said stupid teenager did* they stand by and do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I LOVE HUMANITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I'm pretty sure that emo kid was a fake account, but it's some of the retards popping up to tell me off like I don't get it that are irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's just the internet. WHOOPEEEEE</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:curiahcity:28795</id>
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    <title>Whot.</title>
    <published>2008-12-18T07:59:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-18T07:59:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I. Put your iTunes/Ruckus/Napster/etc. on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;II. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;III. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN, NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;IV. &lt;strike&gt;Tag friends who might enjoy doing this.&lt;/strike&gt; NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;"Wind It Up" ~ Barenaked Ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;br /&gt;"19 2000" ~Gorillaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;"Wandering Around" ~311&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;"For Tomorrow" ~Blur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;"Kill the Rock" ~ Mindless Self Indulgence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;"Rhyme the Rhyme Well" ~Beastie Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;"Change" ~Monkey Majik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;br /&gt;"Soul Surfing" ~Fatboy Slim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;"I Love to Move in Here" ~Moby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;"Stoppin the Love" ~KT Tunstall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;"I'll Be Here A While" ~311&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;"The Couch" ~Alanis Morisette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;"Big Night Out" ~Fun Lovin' Criminals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;"Lookin' Down the Barrel of a Gun" ~Beastie Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;"Hit Rock Bottom" ~The Dandy Warhols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;"Pretty Fly (for a white guy)" ~The Offspring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;"Caress Me Down" ~Sublime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;"Rock the House" ~Gorillaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;"Wasting Time" ~Collective Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;"Invisible" ~Sugar Ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;"Promises" ~Savage Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;"We'll Be Running" ~Sean Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;"Are You Still Mad" ~Alanis Morissette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;"Midnight Vultures" ~Beck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;"Die, All Right!" ~The Hives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;"Fire Coming Out of the Monkey's Head" ~Gorillaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS&lt;br /&gt;"Deep Inside of You" ~Third Eye Blind</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:curiahcity:28253</id>
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    <title>Wow what.</title>
    <published>2008-11-28T05:24:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-28T05:26:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="width:300px; background:white; color:black; padding: 10px;text-align:center; border: 1px solid #333333;"&gt;Your rainbow is shaded&lt;b&gt; green.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="background: #806f00"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: #80c400"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: #80ee00"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: #00dd00"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: #00bb80"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: #006f80"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: #556f80"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;What is says about you: You are an intelligent person. You feel strong ties to nature and your mood changes with its cycles. Those around you admire your fresh outlook and vitality.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://spacefem.com/quizzes/rainbow"&gt;Find the colors of your rainbow at spacefem.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time, no post... or login even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been stressed a lot, tired, uninspired. I really want to work on that music collaboration thing with my buddies, but I just... fuck I don't feel like I'm talented enough to do anything. Even drawing is just another burden. It doesn't even feel like I'm doing it for FUN anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking shit argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how this post is an oxymoron. :B</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:curiahcity:28087</id>
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    <title>XXX</title>
    <published>2008-11-03T05:41:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-03T05:41:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.break.com/index/sfw-porn-clips.html"&gt;http://www.break.com/index/sfw-porn-clips.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:curiahcity:27713</id>
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    <title>OW</title>
    <published>2008-11-01T06:25:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-01T06:25:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">MY FRIGGIN' NECK AND SHOULDER BLADES HURT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED A NEW BED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:curiahcity:27608</id>
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    <title>Arteest</title>
    <published>2008-10-30T03:08:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-30T03:08:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your result for The Famous (and Not So Famous) Art Quiz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Art Lover&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;76% Artiste!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.okcimg.com/php/load_okc_image.php/images/0x0/0x0/0/18073410602023490319.jpeg" width="314" height="315" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Art Lover:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal;"&gt;You scored  76% Artiste. You may not have any formal training, but you are a big fan of art, at least what you've been able to see in your local museum. Try broadening your horizons a little and exploring some &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For having no formal artistic training, I'm rather surprised I scored this high LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>NERDISM</title>
    <published>2008-10-21T16:28:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-21T16:28:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I CAUGHT ME A SHINY FLOATZEL LAST NIGHT YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY~ *muppet arm flail*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't even trying very hard, either. I had a chain of.... 2. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO my Lickilicky plushy came in the mail yesterday YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY~ *muppet arm flail*</content>
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    <title>Plushies</title>
    <published>2008-10-20T20:31:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-20T20:31:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I REALLY REALLY WANNA MAKE PLUSHIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY REALLY I DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:</content>
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    <title>lol dA</title>
    <published>2008-10-17T22:20:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-17T22:20:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm so glad I quit being a staff member when I did. All I see now are my former staff friends becoming more and more self-centered and power tripping. Not to mention the idiots who make me cringe daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm greatly considering not posting there anymore and just keeping my website(s) up to date instead.</content>
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    <title>MMMYAH</title>
    <published>2008-10-16T05:14:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-16T05:14:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">RAICHU GET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a pikachu which came with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LICKILICKY PLUSHY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a retard lolz I MUST FIGURE OUT THIS WI-FI DS CRAP SO I CAN BATTLE FRIENDS AND WHATHAVEYOU VIA THE INTERNETZ</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:curiahcity:26319</id>
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    <title>AAAAAAAHHHHH</title>
    <published>2008-10-15T05:16:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-15T05:16:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things annoy me as of late. Lots of things. Internet. Life. Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I HAVE DONE THE ONLY THING I CAN DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned to my closet pokeymans obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a Drifloon plushy and a poseable Lickilicky figurine the other day. &amp;lt;3 Now I just need a Raichu of sorts and I'M GOOD TO GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goes back to her pink DS*</content>
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    <title>HAPPY HLOLIDAYS</title>
    <published>2008-10-07T05:34:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-07T05:34:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">LOOKS LIKE I'M STUCK IN SAN DIEGO WORKING THE FLORAL KIOSK 600 MILES AWAY FROM MY FAMILY THIS CHRISTMAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh life, you just keep getting better and better.</content>
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    <title>Today</title>
    <published>2008-10-07T03:45:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-07T03:45:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Was Day of Stupid People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would give a detailed description of each encounter, but that probably would take some hours to write. I'll leave it at AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH</content>
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    <title>INSOOMMIIAAAAHHH</title>
    <published>2008-09-27T19:32:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-27T19:32:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yesterday wasn't bad- my manager was there. Apparently she just got really bad food poisoning from her breakfast and had to go home. She's okay now, which is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What wasn't cool was this randomly HORRIBLE bout of insomnia I had the night before last. I got MAYBE 4 hours of sleep. I went to bed at about 1 am. and woke up around 5 am. Then I kept moving around and ITCHING and wtf it was weird. I felt WIDE AWAKE despite being tired as HELL aaahhh I got frustrated and threw a shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I realized why this happened after I "woke up" a bit more. I had almost NOTHING to eat the day before due to being called into work early and not getting a lunch break. I have a somewhat high metabolism (not as bad as some people, but it can mess with me) and 'cause my body ran out of glucose in the middle of the night- it started to pump adrenaline through my veins. OH THE JOYS OF BIOLOGY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid adrenaline and it's keeping me up all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I randomly bruised my ring finger... somehow. I don't even know what happened, I was working and suddenly it HURT LIKE A MUTHER and there's a big nasty purple blotch on the knuckle. COOL. I also cut my index finger and bled all over a balloon. ALSO COOL. And I got two deep cardboard paper cuts on my middle finger. WAY TOO COOL. It's like a trilogy of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NEWS THOUGH I got half of today off 'cause apparently there's NOTHING to do at work, so I'm just coming in later (around 3 pm) to finish up and close the kiosk at 7 pm. No work tomorrow, too.</content>
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    <title>Eeep. D:</title>
    <published>2008-09-26T05:49:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-26T05:49:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had to come into work a couple hours earlier than my scheduled shift today 'cause my manager apparently got REALLY sick randomly and had her son pick her up so she could go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried about her and I'm worried that she won't be in tomorrow. If she's not in, I don't know what I'll do about the arrangement for the church down the street. D: I've never made big fancy arrangements before and I'm sure I'd screw it up somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAH.</content>
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    <title>100%</title>
    <published>2008-09-25T05:42:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-25T05:43:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">SO after all this nagging and testing since I started my floral position about getting 100% customer service on our shops GUESS WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT 100% ON MY FIRST SHOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't that excited other than the fact this means they'll stop pestering me about customer service. XD But hey- it's kinda cool I guess. Apparently the managers were praising me in their meeting today. Makes the work a bit more enjoyable knowing they like having me around, yes.</content>
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    <title>&amp;lt;/3</title>
    <published>2008-09-19T05:40:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-19T05:40:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I think I need a break.</content>
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    <title>Worky is Funky</title>
    <published>2008-09-15T06:57:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-15T06:57:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Tomorrow we set up our Halloween display. :&amp;gt; YAY~ I love autumn colors and pumpkins. Orange ftw. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I keep feeling like drawing, but nothing comes out... well, nothing decent anyways. 0: OH WELL it will return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloop.</content>
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    <title>I hate.</title>
    <published>2008-09-14T07:01:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-14T07:01:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hate it when people comment on my artwork asking me stuff relating to SOMEONE ELSE. Especially if that's ALL they said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY ART IS NOT A DISCUSSION FORUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|8</content>
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    <title>It's kinda sad...</title>
    <published>2008-09-13T07:42:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-13T07:43:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...when I realize that I enjoy my job as a florist at VONS more than being a graphic/character designer for a video game studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, it's someone else's studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAH BUT STILL. D: It's lame.</content>
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    <title>Quarter Century Gone</title>
    <published>2008-09-12T08:37:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-12T08:37:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, Erik picked me up from work and we went to Jack in the Box 'cause I LOVE THEIR ICED COFFEE MMKAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way out, we stopped at the light. This white car pulls up along side us and the guy in the passenger seat rolls his window down and looks into our car. We look back at him and he grins, saying "Today's my birthday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look at him with a great big WTF look on our faces. Erik goes "Alright... awesome...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy grins and nods slowly, obviously holding a joint in his hand. He says "I'm a quarter of a century." The car then drives off, the girl driving laughing her ass off and the guy practically hanging out of the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, we LOL'd. Hard.</content>
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    <title>This was supposed to get EASIER.</title>
    <published>2008-09-10T19:34:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-10T19:34:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Woke up in the middle of the night with horrible cramps and had to sit in the hot shower for a while just to dull the pain to the point of being able to find some medicine. Lots of hugeass blood clots, too. I dunno if that's normal or not, but it sure hurts like holy FUCK OW. This birth control shit is supposed to make it LESS painful wtf owies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOO MUCH INFO THANK YOU DEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE VERY WELCOME.</content>
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    <title>Customer Satisfaction 67% Guaranteed</title>
    <published>2008-09-10T01:33:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-10T01:33:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Apparently I partially failed a "shop" that was aimed at me and only me today... and they didn't get mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8D?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER.</content>
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    <title>OH MY</title>
    <published>2008-09-08T20:36:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-08T20:36:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://comments.deviantart.com/1/78873960/832746757"&gt;APPARENTLY I AM DOING IT WRONG.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny 'cause I get the most complaints over how Scott dresses or how his hair changes style. XD It's a friggin' CARTOON CHARACTER. If he wants to change clothes/hair, it's not the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR IS IT?</content>
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    <title>Drunk guys buy bouquets.</title>
    <published>2008-09-07T07:32:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-07T07:32:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy came into the store about 10 minutes before my shift was up, asking if I could help him find an awesome bouquet for his friend who is a girl, but not a girlfriend. He also admitted to being completely drunk and having no idea of what a good bouquet is supposed to look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I show him around and we decide that I'll take a pre-existing bouquet and put some more flowers in it to add bulk and color. As I'm doing this, he asks me "Do my sunglasses make me look metrosexual?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying SO hard not to laugh. I told him they look fine and he said irritatedly, "I just spent $400 on these things and I don't even like them. Normally I wear... what.... uhm... Aviators. Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reassuring him that his sunglasses looked just fine, I gave him the bouquet and he thanked me muchly then tried to offer me a tip- but we're not allowed to take tips at my store, in fact we can get fired for doing so- so I kindly declined and he said that he would tell my manager how awesome I was to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD I attract the weird people.</content>
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