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  <title>I Love It When You're Mad</title>
  <subtitle>I hate my user name!  Oh whoa is me.</subtitle>
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    <name>Mr.Dave</name>
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  <updated>2006-06-27T06:18:48Z</updated>
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    <title>Write me a love song, and use it as black mail</title>
    <published>2038-01-19T03:14:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-27T06:18:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So i played with the Power rangers.&lt;br /&gt;donated BLOOD.&lt;br /&gt;Hung out in a tent while eatting cinnamon tea tree toothpicks,&lt;br /&gt;watched the movie "the lake house"&lt;br /&gt;ate pizza&lt;br /&gt;bought a &lt;em&gt;girl suprise bag &lt;/em&gt;and power drinks.&lt;br /&gt;Slapped Dolcy's ass&lt;br /&gt;Discovered ,dispite myself... i really DON'T like pretty girls shoving there asses on me&lt;br /&gt;told a stranger that she was was my favorite person today.&lt;br /&gt;drank "sobe" green tea with J.B&lt;br /&gt;and hugged a girl named boomer&lt;br /&gt;scared white regina.&lt;br /&gt;Shoved lugo and told him he shronk.&lt;br /&gt;and realized Anthony is going to be homeless and he doesn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Summer of 2006,&lt;br /&gt;FO SHO&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 Z&lt;br /&gt;"I think i'll drop you off in front of your house, you know... instead of canada."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was in the march of the winter I turned 17&lt;br /&gt; that I bought those pills &lt;br /&gt; I thought I would need &lt;br /&gt; and I wrote a letter to my family&lt;br /&gt; said it's not your fault&lt;br /&gt; and you've been good to me&lt;br /&gt; just lately I've been feeling &lt;br /&gt; like I don't belong&lt;br /&gt; like the ground is not mine to walk upon&lt;br /&gt; and I've heard that music&lt;br /&gt; echo through the house&lt;br /&gt; where my grandmother drank&lt;br /&gt; by herself&lt;br /&gt; and I sat watching a flower&lt;br /&gt; as it was withering&lt;br /&gt; I was embarrased by it's honesty&lt;br /&gt; so I'd prefer to be remembered as a smiling face&lt;br /&gt; not this fucking wreck &lt;br /&gt; that's taken it's place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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