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  <title>I Need You Like Water In My Lungs</title>
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    <title>Holiday Rant</title>
    <published>2005-11-25T02:08:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-25T02:08:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>CSI</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I love christmas. It's my favorite holiday.. AND not just because of the presents, I enjoy the whole festive feeling and the traditions I have with my family, and making new traditions with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the giving and the getting and the whole season. BUT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not stand how people get into christmas so effing early...! My mom and dad had a work christmas partah earlier this MONTH!? Wtf? I don't wanna hear, see or ANYTHING christmas till... at LEAST a month before Dec. 25. But for about... 3 weeks now, I've been hearing the christmas music, seeing the decorations and the lights and the malls have been NUTS with people shopping.. It seems like each year people are getting into christmas earlier and earlier every year.. its going to drive me NUUUUTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... that was my holiday rant : )</content>
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    <title>uh, hello?</title>
    <published>2005-10-22T22:18:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-22T22:18:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>A Walk Through Hell - Say Anything</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Whoa, been a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really start posting again. Because.. well, the posting isn't too fun... but reading entries from fun times, months ago... that's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, well. I'm just about to head over to Burger King in an hour, because I work the 7 till close shift. I'm working it with Meagan &amp;lt;33, which should be nice. She has to work OC, poor thing. I hate OC, it's when you work till 3:30am... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine and Kaylee both work at BK now too. So there's 4 of us.. It's much better having them there, because I'm horrible at making new friends... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEAKING of new friends. I've actually got one! Her name is Tiffany, she's in grade 12 in the school next to ours... which is french. Turns out that I went to school with her in grade 1 and 2, when I was in a french school, before I got held back and moved into the english system I am currently.... doing?&lt;br /&gt;She's the oldest... which was always me before. And the tallest. and she makes our group an even 6. We really don't add people to our group much.. last one was Sara, who we added back in... well, near the end of Grade 9. Christine came around grade 8, and me, kaylee and meagan date all the way back to grade 5...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. I recently saw The Used.. which was fucking amazing... great day/concert. We're seeing MCR.. AGAIN! so that's exciting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a devoted GC fan. Go on Naptown every day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meagan and Sara turned 16. I turn 17 soon.&lt;br /&gt;Grade 11 has started .... a little... a lot shacky for me. but I'm not out ...yet.&lt;br /&gt;Work is work. Everyone's quitting...&lt;br /&gt;AND.. I dunno.. lives normal for us all. Nothing to big tossed at us...&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>beanabutter @ 2005-09-04T18:57:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-04T23:58:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-04T23:59:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">DOWN WITH BEING FAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asgnaegiorjgio,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not doing this for my mom.&lt;br /&gt;Or my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;Or for anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing this so I'M happy with the way I feel when I wake up every morning.&lt;br /&gt;GOOD DAY.</content>
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    <title>Mile High Club</title>
    <published>2005-08-31T06:06:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-31T06:12:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Reinventing Your Exit - Underoath</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Title: Mile High Club&lt;br /&gt;Author: Beanabutter&lt;br /&gt;Rating: NC17&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Benj/Joel.&lt;br /&gt;Category: Slash, Incest/Twincest.&lt;br /&gt;Description: Benji's scared of flying. Joel helps him take his mind off his fears. &lt;br /&gt;Dedication: To anyone who reads this. &lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I don’t own them, don’t sue.&lt;br /&gt;Authors Note: I wrote this way back when I started liking this sort of thing. Since then, I've kind of dropped writing and sticked to reading... but I thought I might post this anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again. Another long flight. I loved touring, but I liked the old way. All of us cramped in that old van, safely planted onto the ground, being held down by the lovely thing we call gravity. But when we got bigger, and more countries started hearing about us, taking a plane was the only way to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Relax Benj, you’d think you’d have gotten used to this by now.” Joel says as we walk onto the plane. I mumble under my breath as we walk down the small isle, towards our seats. Great, another small plane. Those shook the most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make Joel take the window seat, not wanting to trust myself there. I would force myself not to look out the window, but I would end up doing it anyway. I didn’t want to make a scene again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit down and buckle up my seat belt, making sure on having it nice and tight. I wait patiently as everyone else boards the plane. Joel points out a few young children that were jumping up and down, waiting for the plane to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“See Benj, they’re like 6 and they’re not scared.” he teased. I was ready to make a smart comment back, like how he still slept with his blanky, but my thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of the plane starting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gripped the arm rests tightly as the plane started to slowly move towards the runway. Joel chuckled beside me, causing me to shoot a death glare at him. He got the hint and covered up his laughing with a cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good morning ladies and gentlemen.” The captain said over from the intercom. “Welcome to flight 153, to Winnipeg, Canada. It looks like it’s raining out there, and there are chances we might come across some rough flying, but we have been cleared to go. Take off will be in 5 minutes time. I’d like to ask you to look over to the flight attendant in the isle. Thank you and have a good flight.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the plane turned to face the flight attendants, who were yelling instructions on how to apply the air mask in case of loss of cabin pressure. They then told us where the floating devises were located and how to get them to inflate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If there’s such a small chance for the plane to crash then why must they show us this?” I think out loud. Joel shakes his head and turns to me, a teasing smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There’s a bigger chance that you’ll die on the way to the airport then in the plane.” He said. He had told me this a million times before, probably thinking it helped. But it didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, but when you drive you’re not 30 thousand feet in the air!” I snapped. Just then, they plane jerked forward. “Fuck.” I say shutting my eyes. I hated this part. As the plane raced faster and faster, so did my heart. I could hear Joel laughing at me, but I ignored it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Benji, take off is done.” Joel said, causing me to open one of my eyes and look around. Indeed, take off was over. I sigh and thank god that take off went without incident. I jump slightly at the sound of the wheels moving under us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re too cute when you’re scared.” Joel says giggling next to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t call me cute.” I say crossing my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re cute when you pout too.” He says. I was pretty sure he was just doing that to annoy me, and it was working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ladies and gentlemen, we are now flying at the altitude of 30 thousand feet.” The captain said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why does he remind us..” I say under my breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Benj, you’re such a baby.” Joel says sliding the window shield up. I get a glimpse of the clouds and the ground far, far, far beneath us. My eyes widen and my stomach flops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“JOEL!” I say reaching over and shutting the window. “You know I can’t look out there.” I say to him. He knew that with just one look out that window, the rest of the flight would be hell. I cross my arms and face the isle, making the decision that I would ignore my brother for the rest of the flight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come on Benji.” He says, trying to get me to look at him. “I’m sorry.” He pleads, but I just turn away from him again. I liked being difficult, because I knew it pissed him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fine, don’t take to me.” He says, and I hear him shuffle through his bag and take out something. A minute later I hear the faint sound of the Smiths coming from beside me. I smiled in my victory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next hour was pretty much staring at the different groups of people that were on the plane. There was a few people that looked pretty important, probably serious business men. Then there was a few people with tans, probably coming back from a vacation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about how long we would have before landing when I felt it. A small tingling sensation… down there. Fuck, this wasn’t the time for this. I ignored it for a while, until I couldn’t sit still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any other time I would have gone to the washroom, but Joel always came with me since I was nervous. But I couldn’t really ask him now, not when we were fighting. So I crossed my legs tightly and hummed to myself, hoping that I could hold it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my bladder got the best of me. I really had to go. Joel had noticed my shifting, and looked at me, smiling. He knew that I had to go, and he knew I wasn’t about to ask him. He took off his ear phones and turned to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Gotta pee?” He asked me, smirking to himself. Fuck him and his sexy smirk. I would have to give in. I nodded and looked to the ground. “Alright. Come on.” He said getting up. We both walked slowly down the isle. I tried to keep my eyes straight ahead, and not look at the many open windows of other passengers. But it was useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we reached the back of the plane, I was sweating. And I was faced with a problem. No open washrooms. So I did what I had to do. I waited, with my hands grabbing myself, stopping any chance of any leakage. Joel was laughing beside me, but I ignored him. If he was going to be like that, he wouldn’t be sharing my bed tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thanked god when a little kid came out of one of the stalls. I ran inside and went to close the door, but something stopped me. It was Joel’s arm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Joel, I don’t have time for this. I really gotta go.” I said, but he didn’t move his arm. He walked into the small bathroom, barley fitting past me. “Get out.” I said to him. He shook his head and sat on the small counter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nope.” He said smirking. I was really starting to hate that smirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fine.” I said pulling down my pants and relieving myself. I let out a sigh as I finished, and did up my pants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Whoa, you really had to go.” Joel said smiling. I nodded and flushed the toilet. I washed my hands and went towards the door, but Joel stepped in front of it. “Not yet.” He said, shaking his finger at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What now? I asked sighing with annoyance. Joel smirked, a different smirk then before. I knew that smirk. That was Joel’s ‘I’m horny, do me right now, right here’ smirk. “This isn’t the place for sex.” I tell him, trying to get passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wait.” he says. “Ever hear of the Mile High club?” I asked him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No…” I say, raising my eyebrows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tony was telling me about it. He’s a member.” Joel tells me. He smirks again and takes off his shirt. Fuck, it looked like I didn’t have much choice in this matter. But seeing Joel there shirtless made sex sound, oh so much better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s really easy to become a member.” he said wrapping his arms around me and kissing my lips lightly. He was teasing me. He moved his lips over to my ear and nibbled it for a second. “All you have to do is have sex,” He whispered in my ear, pulling my shirt over my head. “in an airplane.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had completely forgotten about us being 30 thousand feet in the air. I pulled away for a second, fear raising in me again. It was Joel that made me forget about being on a plane. He pulled me towards the counter where he kissed me deeply. The washroom wasn’t very big, making it hard for us to move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think,” I said between kisses. “that I’m interested… in…. joining this… club.” Joel smiled against my lips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good. Because I wasn’t giving you much of a choice.” He said. I moaned, causing Joel to moan. We would have to keep it down, since it was only a small plastic door separating us from everyone else on the plane. It was decided, without saying words, that Joel would be doing the fucking. When ever he was the fuckee, there was too much screaming involved. And I doubted that anyone wanted to hear that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel’s hands moved over my shoulders, my pants dropping to the floor. Joel reached down and firmly cupped me, causing me to gasp. My already hard penis was getting harder by the second. I kept my eyes closes tightly as the rest of my clothes came off. Joel’s mouth moved down my chest to my already erect nipples. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without warning, Joel dropped to his knees. He looked up at me and smirked. That alone was enough to push me over the edge. His eyes still looking deeply into mine, he put my entire length into his mouth. His very talented mouth. He knew just how to drive me crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fuck..” I say as I feel myself coming closer and closer to the edge. I try to pull myself away, but it’s no use. I relaxed my body as I came into Joel’s mouth. Joel usually spit it out, but this time he smiled up and me and swallowed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My turn.” he said raising to his feet and pressing his lips against mine. We slowly sunk to the ground, him on top of me. I felt his erection press against me. We both moved, making a clearing for him to enter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“FUCK!” I say loudly as he slowly pushes into me. He shushes me, forcing himself deeper. I bite my lip, trying hard not to scream out, in both pleasure and pain. I tossed my head back, watching in a haze of pleasure as Joel started to pull out and in again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our pace quickened, making it harder for me to keep my screams contained. I knew that he wouldn’t last long, neither of us would. Thrust after thrust, each causing me to whimper in pleasure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look at me.” Joel said. I did as I was told and looked him in the eye. With one last thrust, his eyes rolled back as he released into me. He shuddered with ecstasy. He collapsed onto me, both of us holding each other. We both panted, remaining silent. It was Joel who broke the it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I really, really like this club.” He said smirking. I nodded in agreement. “I think we should do this every time we fly, you know, make sure our membership doesn’t die out.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I agree.” I said. Joel got up a minute later, much to my dismay, and got dressed. I followed suit, making sure to pat down my hair. We both smiled at each other before opening the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slowly passed the Flight Attendants, who were staring at us with wide eyes, and made our way back to our seats. We both sat down and smiled at each other. As the captain announced that the plane would be landing, I found myself looking forward to our next flight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.  &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Long time, no update</title>
    <published>2005-08-21T05:17:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-21T05:17:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was going to change to greatest journal, but the vibe there wasn't right.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm keeping this journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf, the vibe was fine I'm just weird and clingy. I hate change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, summer is coming to an end. My days of freedom are numbered. Expect I haven't really been free this summer because I work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH! I got 'suspended' from work because I missed too many shifts. I was fucking scared I'd get fired... not because I'd care-I WOULD CARE... just, my Mom would really, really care... care so hard that it'll hurt me. and my freedom.&lt;br /&gt;She's fucking kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, until thursday, I don't have to work. It's weird, I get really anxious.... But usually when I have nothing to do and I'm out of school and don't have to worry about work that goes away.. but I'm feeling anxious 24/7.. and it really sucks because it upsets my stomach and my mood. And my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't figure out why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been an anxious person... But only when there's reason to be. But now there's no reason at all... but I feel like I'm going to puke and I'm nervous and just plain .. ANXIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Kathleen and Goat came into town and spent the day with us. We didn't do much of anything, just enjoyed the time we had together. They live in another part of town and we rarely get together... It's mostly just talks over MSN. They're really fun to hang out with, we don't do it enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, I'm going...</content>
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    <title>Summer blues...</title>
    <published>2005-08-02T22:55:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-02T22:55:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jackass season 1</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;I know I said I'd never say this... And if I was in school right now and found out that I would be saying this, I would be angry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm bored. And for a slight second I wished I could go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick. So sick. And I do not wish that, it was just me going slightly insane from being so effing bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hot out there today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Oprah when the news cut in. There was a plane... not a crash but it landed and got hit my lightening or something. It happened at the Toronot airport. I was expecting them to come and say "all dead" or "most dead" because it caught on fire and it holds A LOT of people. About 350 can fly on there... And I just didn't think that with all those people that anyone could get out of that with everyone panicing..&lt;br /&gt;BUT thankfully, according to the news casts.. there was NO DEATHS. and ONLY 14 injuries.. That would be AMAZING if it were true... I hope it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, rather pointless post..&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>Whoaaaa.</title>
    <published>2005-07-30T20:43:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-30T20:43:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>This Could Have Been a Dance Dance Revolution... - Rory</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt; My plans last night were to come home from work and sit my ass by the computer all night... but of course, that did not happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans formed, rather strangley, and everyone ended up at my house. So, okay. We watched some TV and then ATTEMPTED to play poker... BUT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think it started with Kaylee throwing... the chips across the table at Sara. Like, cleaning the table of the chips and then cards started flying. And Sara and Kaylee were on the ground play fighting, with cards and my dogs water and food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my kitchen was now trashed. Cards, poker chips, water, dog food.. everywhere. Is that all? Hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as we screamed and laughed Sara and Kaylee started throwing Bananas at each other. Banana everywhere! IT STUNK! Then since I was having such a good time watching I gave Kaylee apple sauce.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! The fight went outside. We ran down the street, laughing our heads of as Kaylee and Sara throw Apple Sauce and mustard at each other. Oh my god, it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO they made up, everything stopped. They were full of bananas, mustard and apple sauce... ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that of course wasn't enough. I thought, hey, me and christine don't have any gross food on us.. WHY DON'T WE GO INTO THE FIELD AND HAVE A FOOD FIGHT? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used salad dressing, cream cheese, whipped cream, strawberry syrup, cans or pop, lots of yogart, apple sauce and more... And Kaylee added some grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were soaked with disgusting food. It was the most fun I had had in weeks.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>About Rara ( :</title>
    <published>2005-07-25T17:47:58Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-25T17:47:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Number Five With a Bullet // tbs</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt; This is a post about Sara. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me to do it, so I'm doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is my favorite 'special' fucked up girl in this part of Trashcona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes Subway, but refuses to share with me and THAT, THAT IS WHY SHE DOESN'T GET EFFING NERD ROPES. effer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time she e-kissed my tooth and made it feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughs at me when I wear my PJ pants in public, but she wears that 'face' in public so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time we had a pie war. Since she couldn't see the truth, which is blueberry and other types of pie are just as good as apple. She's a pie racist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antoher time we laughed about people at our school because none of 'em know what 'emo' and 'scene' and all that shit it. And they know nothing about this little, mini, 'e-culture' that is out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, yeah, Sara... I'd hit that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, some gangster talk to end this pointless, RATHER FOCRED post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHA, BETTER BE REPRESENTING HOME GIRL, WHUUUT?! YOU KNOW WE WHO WE BE BIOTCH, HOOOOOLLLA! OUT.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>Best Nights of my life PART 2</title>
    <published>2005-07-21T17:19:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-21T17:19:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ghosts Of Tragedy//Day Of Contempt</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;OK, so I left this thing after writing about the first concert. But that was only the first concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We got up at 6:00am and packed up, had a quick free breakfast at our hotel and got into the car for another 9 hour trip. This time we had to be there a certain time because we were seeing GC again at 7:00 that night in Winnipeg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So we left around 8:30 winnipeg time and started driving. The car ride was really quiet because we were all really worn out from lack of sleep after such an amazing (and at times, ROUGH crowd) concert the night before. We slept in the car for a while. The 9 hours passed rather quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We got to the MTS center around 5:15. 45 minutes before they would start letting people in. So we went into the forming line. We were no where near the front... BUT we saw two friends that we met at Sum 41 back in January... And they actually fucking let us come in line with them and all of a sudden... We were one of the first people in line.. HOW effing AMAZING is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So they let us in. It was no where near as organized as the one is saskatoon. They told us not to run and we did. Me and some others, including Christine, ran out to the stage area and had to get sent back to wait. They tried to keep the crowd from going passed, but we pushed through and got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I was for the second time in two days, against the gate at a GC concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   They made us wait 2 feet away from the gate while the crowd made their way in. But as soon as Day Of Contempt came on (I was excited to see them again) we rushed through and me and Kaylee were standing there, right against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Other than some annoying ass whores that were beside us and an asshole bodygaurd that hoped to get in their pants and told us not to 'lean' (I mean, I'm fucking sorry if I'm swaying. But there's about 500 fucking PEOPLE PUSHING ON ME! And I'm so effing SORRY if I'm HURTING THE LITTLE WHORES THAT YOU'RE PLANNING TO BUY AFTER THE SHOW! WOULDN'T WANT TO HURT THE GOODS BEFORE YOU GET A CHANCE TO SAMPLE! BLAH! Those girls were babies. Of course people are going to be touching you while you're on the floor. asjkaghkahg.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   SO! DOC and SC did their THANG. They did amazingly and I think some of them recongized us from the show the night before. Christine, Kaylee and Meagan got a set list, along with Kaylee getting a pic from Social Codes... bassist.. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   THEN Good Charlotte came on the stage AGAIN. Amazing. It really doesn't lose it's... impact. Seeing them walk on stage. They were all wearing pretty much the same stuff they wore the night before. And the show had most of the same songs and they said the same things, except changing Saskatoon into Winnipeg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   They played Emotionless this time. It was so effing sad... They let the crowd sing, it was so loud. They just watched as we sang the whole thing. It gave me goosebumps and I will never forget that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Some highlights... Benji and Joel were spitting a lot that night. At one point they had spit on each other and started making it a little game. Benji spit at Joel, Joel walked by Benji and elbowed him and spit on his microphone. Benji then walked over to his mic and licked it... He licked Joel's effing spit. As a twincest follower, I found that rather .... hot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Joel came into the crowd again and I touched him hand. He stopped and played guitar right infront of Christine and Meagan. He really did recongize us from the night before. (He is effing SHORT.)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   Benji got money thrown at his face, lol. He stared down the person that did it and mouthed "that's not funny" it really was though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   uh, that's all I can think of writing. All in all. Both shows were amazing. Some people said that once you see GC, you slowly stop liking them. It's the oppisite really. I like this band even more. They seemed so happy to be us there. Joel was giggly and happy. And it just makes you happy to see that. &amp;lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I KNOW I've forgotten a few things and I will be adding some more as time goes on and I remember. I'm getting the pictures developed sometime today and will post them then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most amazing two days of my life.... &lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>Best Night Of My Life (okay I used that a lot. but it's TRUE this time)</title>
    <published>2005-07-21T06:19:06Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Alright. I just got back from the best 2 days of my life. It's 12:08 at night and I'm going on little sleep and just got back from a concert. I'm tired, stinky and in shock, so bare with me here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ok, let's start from the beginning. A few years ago by friend played a song in gym class. I loved it and asked her for the name. She answered me "Good Charlotte" and I said "Good Whaaat? I'll never remember that!" But I did. Little bit later my other friend came over to my house raving about them.. And since then, they've been my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    SO! Here I was, a girl obsessed with a band. And of course I wanted to see them. Chances came and went. So many times had my hopes been thrown to the ground and stepped on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    THEN, after 2 years of loving this group of people, I was on my computer on day, posting on Naptown, when I saw the words "Canadian Tour Dates" I freaked out, hesitated, clicked it, took a second, took a DEEP breath, scrolled down, FREAKED! Winnipeg Manitoba. Burton Cummings Theatre... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So time passed and the date of the ticket sale came. My dad was the one that would be buying them. So I went to school thinking by the end of the day I'd have tickets to see Good Chartlotte in my home town. So I called him at lunch to make sure everything went okay. It didn't. They sold out and he did not get tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Yeah, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   BUT, my Dad was the nicest Dad that ever lived and bought tickets for the Saskatoon show. So we were not only going to see GC, but we were going on a road trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So time passed. We prepared ourselves for our Good Charlotte road trip. And then something else happened. The show in winnipeg got moved to The MTS Center (a arena) since the tickets sold so fast! So, we bought floor tickets for that! AND WE WERE STILL GOING TO SASKATOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ok, fast forward to July 18, a Monday. It was early and the morning and we (my Dad, me, Meagan, Christine and Kaylee) left for Saskatoon. It's about a 8-9 hour drive. It went fast. We played an interesting version of "Head Bans" and watched some GC tapes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We went for supper when arriving in Saskatoon. First though, we went a searched for the venue that the concert would be in the next day. We found it and all gaped at it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We went to bed and got up nice and early. We had our free hot breakfast at our hotel (shooout out to the super COOL waitress we had) and got all spiffy looking and went to wait all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Sadly, we were not the first group there. There was a bunch of people already sitting infront of the doors. They, right away, said hi and we made friends with them. There was Sara D, Sara B, Trilby (odd name, yes?) Tannor (a duuude), Molly and a couple more. They were pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So our wait consited of talking to them and other people that arrived. We walked to the Subway/Mac's store and bought some food to feed the fat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   SOOOOO! Fast forward. A little before 3:30 someone saw a bus drive into the parking lot. We freaked, Christine and Meagan went to a small window that was on the side of the building the concert was in and looked through it. We didn't actually know if they were in it or not. Alright, this was when Kaylee and me heard someone say that they were infact back there. So we started running to the back. We saw a couple in a car that were going there, we had talked to them eariler and we got a ride with them to the back. So me and Kaylee stood behind this fence, looking at a tour bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   First person we really saw was Billy. I saw him through the window and was questioning if it was actually him because I didn't know if he had pink hair or not... So I went and waited for someone to leave the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  (I call this "CHRISTINA'S BREAK DOWNs - #1) The door opened and out came Joel effing Madden. He was wearing a hat and it was literally slow motion for me. I've always had a sort of a thing for Joel and it was so unreal.... It was, like a cartoon character walking into your life.. There were a group of people there and they screamed and waved. He waved and dissapeared into the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   (BREAKDOWN #2) He came out again, this time saying a "hey" to us all. Someone asked if he enjoyed being in Canada so far and he said "for sure" and went back into the bus. At this point I was having a break down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   (BREAKDOWN #3) BILLY MARTIN came out next. He DID have new fancy pink hair. We shouted for him but he went straight inside... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   (BREAKFOWN #4) The bus started to move and we thought that was all the members that would be getting off. BUT NO! BENJI effing Madden came out. He walked quickly inside, giving us a small wave. First thoughts about Benji: short... no ass...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   (BREAKFOWN #5) SO! We were going to go back around front, but he heard soundcheck starting. For a while we listening to guitars and drums making random noises. BUT then they started Walk Away, and Joel was sining.. It was.. ah. So unreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We went back around front and showed Christine and Meagan the pictures we took with Kaylee's digital camera. Christine was a little angry at first that she didn't get to see them leave the bus but she got over it. And so started our wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Blah, blah, blah. We waited, the crowd grew, we sang some GC together. And then a little after 6 the doors opened and we shoved ourselves inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    (BREAKDOWN #6) I was the first person searched. I walked into the huge room the concert was in FIRST. All I had to say was HOLY FUCK! I'm here and I literally get to pick where I want to stand. So I ran, Meagan close behind me. We got the best place and held on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    (BREAKDOWN #7) The stage gave me goosebumps. I wanted to throw up. It was beauitful. I'll post a picture later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We started the wait. Another wait. We stood there listening to the music they played. Then the first band came on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I had heard a little from this band I thought it sucks. but I was so wrong. They're called Day Of Contempt. They're amazing. I fell in love with on of the guitarists. He looked like what would happen if Jepha (theused) and Frank (mychemicalromance) mated and had a love child. And he had his tounge peirced.. AND THEY WERE AUSTRALIAN!!! Niiiice accents. They played an amazing show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Next up was more waiting. The people pushed more when no bands were on stage. It was a little annoying but we're at a effing concert, you come expecting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Social Code took the stage. I had known a little about them before, but I knew I'd like their performance. And I did. We had met the singer and the drummers earlier in the day and got them to sign some stuff. They played great songs, including one I love called "beautiful". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    They came and left and then more waiting. We watched the stage peope do what they do. There was this rather annoying guy making noises like "hip, hip. PIP! HOP" into the mics to make sure they were okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Then the lights went of and Once Upon A Time started. I was in shock. It didn't make sense to me that they were going to come on stage any second.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And the walked on. I freaked firstly for Paul, because I hadn't seen him yet. Then I noticed Benji and I was like "OMG THAT'S BENJI" then Joel had his moment. And then BILLEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So the show started. They opened with The Anthem. Then Walk Away. Uh, from there I lost the order. But they played Riot Girl (which I freaked out about because my name's CHRISTINA and to hear them sing that... I fucking cried) The Young And The Hopeless, Girls and Boys, The World is Black, We believe, Festival Song, SOS, Wounded, Bloody Valentine, Mountain, I just wanna live, Lifestyles. I KNOW I'm forgetting some. but it's late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Things that stand out... I made eye contact with Benji and Joel so many times. I was so nervous. They're looking at you looking at them. And you don't want to mess the words us because they're watching you. But I always ended up smiling at them. I felt like mouthing something, like a 'thank you'. But I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   They did what they do. They worked the crowd, saying Benji had 11 kids. And that 8 of them were Canadian. He asked why they were smarter then the others. And why they were more good looking. And why Canadians seemed to be more attractive. But when Joel said Benji needed a wife, I put my hand up a little. And I didn't see this, but all my friends say Benji pointed to me. So I'm marrying Benji. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Uh... What else sticks out. OH! Benji and Joel stared lovingly into each others eyes during Bloody Valentine. I &amp;lt;3 them. The whole band was smiling back and forth. Billy and Paul threw pics at each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   They all had a group meeting right before Joel said "I have something to say" but a drunk guy kept on saying stuff to him. So Joel got giggly and said "I'm really trying to say this but this drunk guy is there, and he's talking. So I'm trying to say it but then there's the drunk guy. I'll let Billy say it for me" and Billy went to the keyboard and they played I Just Wanna Live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   They ended with Lifestyles and started leaving the stage. Before leaving Benji juggled a few bottles and tossed them in the crowd!! I caught one! It's my Benji Water. I'm never drinking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'll post more about the actually concert when I remember... hee hee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So we bought merch once it was all over (I got two shirts and a poster). We then made our way to the back were we thought we might have a chance to meet them. There was already a crowd around the gate. We joined. The Singed from Day of Contempt was signing stuff. I got him to sign my ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   THEN! Out of no where, there's Benji. He's behind the fence and people were giving him stuff to sign. We freaked and handed him out posters. We told him we were going to the Winnipeg concert and he said "see you there". As he moved down the fence, signing other peoples stuff, we followed. Christine got a picture with him through the fence. We talked more about the concert in Winnipeg. We told him we were FROM Winnipeg and he said "No you're not", "Yes we are". "No!" lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We left there kind of shocked. We went to the nearest Mac's and bought a HUGE thing of pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We then went back to the hotel room where I passed out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I'm about to do now. I'm going to go to bed because I am tired as hell. My legs are killing me. I've having vert effing painful mucsel spassums...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I WILL CONTINUE TOMORROW!&amp;lt;/center?&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>beanabutter @ 2005-07-16T10:05:00</title>
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    <published>2005-07-14T17:13:34Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Blue Orchid // White Stripes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Today started off sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Faaather woke me up with a drill. fjsklgjg.&lt;br /&gt;And I was just in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I learned that my boyfriends in Underoath are coming with The Used! Yayyyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that I don't have to work today because the wonderful Cassie took my shift. ahdkldjg so happy!&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="10"&gt;1 WEEK&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="10"&gt;8. Effing. Days.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, a week and a day.. too effing weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on making a web site. Because we've been talking about fan sites on Naptown and we've noticed that there aren't many Jepha Howard fan sites. And that's a horrible thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm making one. It's using Geocities, so sadly it's not going to be fancy, fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out here -&amp;gt; www.geocities.com/jephahowardonline&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing really there but the lay out.. I'm stilling working on it. (:&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="10"&gt;9 DAYYYYS!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the family come home today.. Which is.. well, I'll be happy to see them and we're having chinese food tonight to celebrate.. the end of their holiday. BUT. I really effing enjoy being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I eat what I want when I want. I can stay up late (which I could before but I had to quiet and didn't really bother with it) and I can sleep in (best part). I mean, till 2 pm I could sleep in... I'll miss that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next week will be practicing driving and stuff. And being totally effing excited because a week from Tuesday I will be seeing GC... Whoooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaand The Used tickets should be on sale soon. No word on that yet. Excited about THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I gotta go catch my bus. I have to woooork. Boo.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>Bless Rob</title>
    <published>2005-07-10T00:04:48Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="10"&gt;10 DAYS!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless Rob, he let me leave work 50 minutes early.... I really needed it too. I felt like shit. They need a better air conditioner in that joint. It's disgusting how hot it can get in there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this old guy today, TELLING me to kick out this man. The man he wanted kicked out was sitting at a table. He looked.. well, let's just say he looked like he didn't have much money. Well, this older guy said he wanted him out 'he's just sitting there, blahblahblah he doesn't have money, he's disurpting my meal'. So I was like '....' I can't just KICK someone out. So I told Rob. He didn't know what to do.. So we ignored it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I looked back to that area later to find that the man that looked to have little money was now sitting with a friend, eating a meal. And the old guy was still BITCHING! Fucker.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="10"&gt;11 DAYS!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;italic&gt;may&lt;/italic&gt; have changed the time of this post to make it so it was on the 8th and not the 9th... It &lt;italic&gt;may&lt;/italic&gt; actually be the 9th... but shhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just got back from work. Another closing shift. Oh well, money for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be some type of sticky stuff on my keyboard... fuckidy.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>beanabutter @ 2005-07-07T23:57:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-08T04:58:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-08T04:58:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>lightning</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt; There's a HUGE thunderstorm going on right now. It's rather scary, since I am home alone and if the power goes out... I shall be alone in the effing dark with only a candle... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kskljggljdslgjdsgjsdgjslnsrne&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>Le Beach</title>
    <published>2005-07-07T23:21:06Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="10"&gt;12 DAAAAAYS!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove to Selkirk beach today. It's not really a beach. It's a big, round, mass of water that was built by man. With sand and stuff. It was rather fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't swimmed for a while.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>beanabutter @ 2005-07-06T13:05:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-06T18:06:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-06T18:06:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;There are no words to describe what I'm feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen MCR, I'm seeing GC. and now I'm seeing The Used... that means I've seen my top 3, my fucking favorites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in one summer...&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>beanabutter @ 2005-07-06T12:59:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-06T18:00:29Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;September 07th Montreal, QC - The Stade Uniprix &lt;br /&gt;September 09th Quebec City, QC - Agora &lt;br /&gt;September 10th London, ON - John Labatt Centre &lt;br /&gt;September 11th Ottawa, ON - Civic Center &lt;br /&gt;September 13th Mississauga, ON - Arrow Hall &lt;br /&gt;September 15th Thunder Bay, ON - Community Auditorium &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="10"&gt;September 16th Winnipeg, MB - Winnipeg Convention Center &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 18th Saskatoon, SK - Wheatland A &lt;br /&gt;September 19th Edmonton, AB - Northlands Coliseum &lt;br /&gt;September 20th Calgary, AB - Calgary Stampede &lt;br /&gt;September 22nd Vancouver, BC - Pacific National Exhibition Concert Bowl" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that?! ONLY A FUCKING THE USED SHOW IN MY FUCKING TOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>beanabutter @ 2005-07-06T10:23:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-06T15:27:30Z</published>
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    <lj:music>MxPx - Play It Loud</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;I was thinking last night that it would be nice to be 6 again. To have nothing to worry about except... I don't know.. when the hell is snack time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love really bad anxiety. And I didn't have it back then. I hate it because some days I'll go without it and then other days it's every 5 minutes where I feel like ripping my hair out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thinking about it, 6 would be nice for a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have to work from 5 till 8. Short shift, but I'd rather it be ... no shift. I have to work tomorrow too, but I'm hoping Cassie, who said she would, will take my shift because we're going to the BEACH! Hells yes. Meagan's aunts bringing us all down thursday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to buy a camera. It should be a good time.&amp;lt;/center?&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>beanabutter @ 2005-07-06T00:16:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-06T05:17:10Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="10"&gt;13 days&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....dear lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss being 6.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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