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  <title>the hell with this</title>
  <subtitle>i'm going to preschool!</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>上手</name>
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  <updated>2007-02-27T03:41:09Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:feartrix:70374</id>
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    <title>pleased</title>
    <published>2007-02-27T03:41:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-27T03:41:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>dashboard confessional - i hate my life</lj:music>
    <content type="html">the flu must die</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:feartrix:69935</id>
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    <title>silly girl</title>
    <published>2007-02-07T05:56:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-07T05:56:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">she doesn't know what she's doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she's going to pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.  she will pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody fucks with the jesus</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:feartrix:69578</id>
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    <title>hearts of faithlessness</title>
    <published>2006-10-15T09:56:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-15T09:56:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">man, broken leg is totally hindering my shopping skilz.  I want to go get more food to cook, since cooking is one thing I can do on one leg, but this is bullshit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really excited for him to become a father.  kickstart this house drama into high gear, what what!  and she won't get an abortion!  what a way to start college... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BT's "ESCM" disc is amazing/life-changing.  I listened to it straight through, eyes closed, and I view things in a completely different way now.  I wish I had done this sooner, and I have a newfound respect for the power of music.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:feartrix:69160</id>
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    <title>sex and violence are here to stay</title>
    <published>2006-08-30T15:27:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-30T15:27:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">felt good to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my body is sore.  monday I worked out and then played ultimate.  yesterday I played tennis and worked 4 hours.  today more working out and more ultimate.  this body is gonna pay for its laziness last year, mark  my words.  actually, that sounds quite inauspicious.  ah well, it's good to own land.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting tired of my friends who live "far" away from me.  but I don't wanna explain that.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:feartrix:69084</id>
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    <title>feartrix @ 2006-08-17T10:53:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-17T15:53:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-17T15:53:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i got a new icon bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe more coming soon.  who knows the extent of my laziness.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:feartrix:68648</id>
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    <title>yep</title>
    <published>2006-08-05T17:23:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-05T17:23:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">oops i did it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stole another poster.  this time for a friend.  but it is awesome.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:feartrix:68583</id>
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    <title>stealing</title>
    <published>2006-08-05T04:09:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-05T04:14:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>relient k - I So Hate Consequences</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Life is awesome lately.  My school just got out, my Japanese i s vastly improved, and I have enough money to last me this final week in Japan!  Last night was amazing, too.  I went to an izakaya with some people from the program and got in on a nomihoudai (all you can drink for 2 hours) which I properly abused There was this gay guy across from me who was hilarious and I beatboxed for him as he freestyled.  Of course it was wack, but who the hell cares?  It was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, went to a darts bar near my bro's apartment.  That was chill, we just hung out and drank gin.  Of course, I felt the itch to do something mischievious.  We rolled back into the apartment and I watched some TV, but then bro fell asleep.  I looked at the time and it was 1:47, so I realized what I had to do.  I had to acquire a new piece of art for my future room.  I snuck out of the apartment and walked down the road, furtively avoiding people on the street, and eventually I made my way to the train station.  There I performed one amazing act of TMG and removed an ad featuring this &lt;a href="http://www.yomiuriland.co.jp/wai/index.html"&gt;hot girl (watch the ad, second scene)&lt;/a&gt; from the billboard, rolled it up, and brought it back here where it resides.  It may not sound like much, but it was so much fun skulking around at night like that.  Future TMG deeds involve changing the Acupuncture Pain Clinic's "English Spoken" to "Anguish poke" or "Anguish Spoken."  Comment with your choice, as I am undecided.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayhem will ensue.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:feartrix:68219</id>
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    <title>too bad plans</title>
    <published>2006-07-03T08:50:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-03T08:50:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The Japanese are actually quite adept at intimating their meaning through English. View:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creap - The Powdered Cream. Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel Wood! - I mean, who doesn't want to feel some wood every once in awhile? I mean, I think that girl on the train across from me was feeling wood, and she was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REJOICE&lt;br /&gt;The lonely housewife's sadness&lt;br /&gt;Seven tears form her heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was written on a young man's T-shirt. Quite inspirational, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the fashion sense! Yesterday on the train stood in front of me a young student, clad entirely in pink. Pink t-shirt, darker pink overshirt, pink courdoroy shorts, even pink earphones! Top of the fashion game, sir! I was so inspired, I wore the pink shirt .   to honor his memory. I think he's still OK; after all, some older kids with large muscles got off at the same stop with him and surrounded him, probably forming a protective circle to halt people who would just stare at such a man.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:feartrix:68042</id>
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    <title>carded oh noes</title>
    <published>2006-06-16T11:36:57Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-16T11:36:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">gaaaaaa, I bought alcohol and got carded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those two are quite connected, separately they aren't much news.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:feartrix:67630</id>
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    <title>hahahaha</title>
    <published>2006-05-14T19:40:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-14T19:40:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.grinnell.edu/academic/chinese/faculty/"&gt;this is good&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:feartrix:67424</id>
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    <title>feartrix @ 2006-05-12T22:36:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-13T03:36:47Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-13T03:36:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">double-edged sword</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:feartrix:67213</id>
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    <title>wow</title>
    <published>2006-05-12T04:45:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-12T04:45:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Get Back - Zebrahead</lj:music>
    <content type="html">After a week of emo-girlishness, I finally had a cheerful day.  Man, when I let things get to me, they do it in a bad way, yikes.  I went to Thai Flavors with my friend and had one of the best solo dates of the past year.  It's amazing how a beautiful woman in the right environment can pick up your life and make you realize that things just aren't as over as they may seem.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good riddance, too.  I hate emo.</content>
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    <title>do it</title>
    <published>2006-05-07T08:23:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-07T08:23:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">buy into the stereotypes&lt;br /&gt;it's for the best</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:feartrix:66786</id>
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    <title>i am worthless</title>
    <published>2006-04-25T04:48:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-25T04:48:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">jdsagjsadjlkgsadljkgsaldgjlksag;klsadg;saljg;asg&lt;br /&gt;sa&lt;br /&gt;gas&lt;br /&gt;dg&lt;br /&gt;sadg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean it obviously, but why the hell did I not just kiss her tonight...&lt;br /&gt;the only time I could have done it without braces and I fucked it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, my livejournal sounds more and more like what they're here for.  awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am updating, at least.</content>
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    <title>what am i doing</title>
    <published>2006-04-24T20:23:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-24T20:23:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">emo emo emo.  my life has become a pop song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and amazingly, japan will only complicate things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least I'm going!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:feartrix:66168</id>
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    <title>MOTHERFUCKING AHSDJFAHSFKAGLASDLHLDLIJ</title>
    <published>2006-04-21T03:07:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-21T03:07:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I HATE THE ORTHODONTIST SPRINGING TRAPS ON ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dajgksdjfglkasjbvlsuajvbilshjglkahsj;klj'gasdf'd&lt;br /&gt;hbadf&lt;br /&gt;hg&lt;br /&gt;'k;afa&lt;br /&gt;p'khdf&lt;br /&gt;p';a&lt;br /&gt;;'kdafbs&lt;br /&gt;;'k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got spacers on my teeth when they told me I was going in for a "talk" about the braces.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:feartrix:65951</id>
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    <title>On Happiness</title>
    <published>2006-04-17T15:35:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-17T15:35:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dammit, I Changed Again (Conspiracy of One) by The Offspring
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    <content type="html">Life, despite its constant flux, seems hellbent on an upwards swing.  The forecast for this week is light work, few unwanted commitments, and a lot of interaction with my friends.  Now, if only I could avoid metal grafts on my teeth, the present situation would be ideal...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:feartrix:65594</id>
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    <title>what</title>
    <published>2006-04-12T00:16:47Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-12T00:16:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">gaaaaaaaaaaaaa i am so worthless for not having done that japanese app til almost the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sign of things to come this semester, it appears:&lt;br /&gt;[x]essay #1&lt;br /&gt;[ ]essay #2&lt;br /&gt;[ ]japanese presentation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due in 16 hours.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:feartrix:65314</id>
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    <title>that was amazing</title>
    <published>2005-12-18T04:19:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-18T04:19:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my first club experience evarr!  last night was so awesome, I can't wait to go again!  forgive the journalistic suckiness of this post, I'm working off a moderate-to-killer hangover right now and my thumb really hurts for some bizarre reason.  Anyway, I'm in tokyo now with my brother and yesterday we planned to go to a club that his girlfriend's friends invited us to.  we started off the night by eating some cheap pasta, which was pretty good, and then we met up with jolyon's friend matt at shimokitazawa.  he provided my bro and I with a couple beers and we drank them while walking back to the apartment (fuck yeah, drinking in crowded public place haha).  of course, club drinks are expensive, so we decided to get some alcohol first at a convenience store: a bottle of sake for j and me and some wild turkey for matt and yuka.  good times were had with alcohol and euchre as we whiled away a couple hours before we went to the club.  it's in shibuya, the location I've forgotten, but it was like a 2 level basement and lots of black.  the bottom floor was for dancing and the top floor was a lounge area with a bar.  getting in got us a free drink, so we got it and hit the dance section.  they were spinning some almost-techno house music and there were that many people dancing, but then again it was only around 11.  as the night went on, more and more people started showing up and the club became rather packed.  I was just dancing in the middle of the floor, doing whatever the hell I felt like, and it was awesome.  eventually, this girl came up to me and asked what my name was, so I told her and then her two friends came over to dance with me.  they were obviously trying to flirt with me, but I actually didn't want to leave the dance floor so soon, so I just made a fool of myself and let them leave.  it was the right choice, i believe.  regardless, I kept dancing and eventually made my way over to where this girl was dancing.  she was really hot and I didn't really attempt to dance WITH her, but after about fifteen minutes of dancing by her, she asked if I wanted a drink.  the whole time we were dancing, she kept talking to this one guy, so I thought he was her boyfriend but decided to go chill with them anyway.  she grabs my hand and leads me upstairs, with her guy friend in tow.  once at the bar, they talk with me and buy me a screwdriver, with the girl acting like an interpreter because she spoke english, although I tried to speak in japanese for the most part.  she introduced herself as tomi and her friend as yuu, and said that she had lived in los angeles for a year.  her english was pretty good, too.  anyway, after the drinks she and yuu both tell me that they are not a couple and we head back downstairs to dance.  at least, I think that's the order things happened.  whatever.  so we're on the dance floor and this time she gets a lot closer to me until finally she is grinding on me, which for harris parties at grinnell is like "so what?" but in japan, no stranger ever touches another at the club, unless by accident.  so essentially we stuck out about as much as if we were naked or something.  I keep looking over at Yuu to see if he's still cool with this, but he always had this grin on his face so I figured what the hell, might as well enjoy this girl.  Eventually Tomi and I get tired, so we take a break and go hang out by the lockers.  There we just talked for a bit, they asked me what I was doing in japan, the usual chitchat, and then she tried to give me her number, but I didn't have anything to write it down and my keitai has a broken screen, so I didn't carry it with me.  Unfortunate.  I gave her my keitai number though and she promised to hang out again when I get back from Kusatsu, so we'll see if that pans out.  uhhh uhhh uhh i'm sick of writing so I'll just summarize the rest.  they offer me drugs, i decline them, they are impressed, tomi says she has to work the next day but i convince her to dance some more.  around 4 my brother and matt leave (yuka left awhile ago to go to a different club) and they ask if I have *plans*, to which I reply "act as if I do" and so they left.  Tomi stays until about 4:30 and then she takes off, so I stick around another half hour and then leave myself.  Walking back drunk doesn't sound appealing, especially since my ankle hurts some, but fortunately the trains had started running again, so I caught that back to the apartment.&amp;lt;/cut&amp;gt;</content>
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    <title>feartrix @ 2005-12-08T19:39:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-09T01:40:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-09T01:40:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">[name withheld for sake of privacy], I can’t throw a stone at myself, so instead I’ll throw it at you.  Your piece made me want to destroy all beautiful things and have it stand alone as the primary evil in the world.  Instead of calling your piece "[same deal]" you should call it “Shit: The Good Version.”  I don’t know what I would do if I hadn’t heard your song, probably continued thinking happy thoughts and not worrying about how bad music is becoming in this age.  You’d make more money doing threesomes with Jessica Simpson and Britney Spears during pregnancy than composing music.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what I should write for this letter to the composition class.  should.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:feartrix:64515</id>
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    <title>goblet is on fi-ah</title>
    <published>2005-11-18T09:00:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-18T09:00:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">That movie was pretty good.  Go see it.  If you're reading the book now to remind yourself what's going on, stop.  It's a lot better when you don't remember it.</content>
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    <title>7</title>
    <published>2005-11-12T02:36:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-12T02:36:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">7</content>
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    <title>yes</title>
    <published>2005-10-30T09:01:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-30T09:01:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NarcoticsTrader (02:29:02): man people going as japanese schoolgirls were quite abundant this year&lt;br /&gt;jo   uzu n   e (02:29:06): lol&lt;br /&gt;NarcoticsTrader (02:29:09): and let me tell you, it just doesn't work for them&lt;br /&gt;jo   uzu n   e (02:29:10): that is horrible news&lt;br /&gt;jo   uzu n   e (02:29:12): I know&lt;br /&gt;NarcoticsTrader (02:29:21): all i think of is britney spears&lt;br /&gt;NarcoticsTrader (02:29:50): and most of the people doing it were actually hot, still, no good&lt;br /&gt;jo   uzu n   e (02:30:06): lol&lt;br /&gt;NarcoticsTrader (02:33:18): also notable is that there were people asking to get in to my car so they could be allowed to order at the mcdonalds drive thru&lt;br /&gt;NarcoticsTrader (02:33:38): one guy asked me, "do you smoke weed"&lt;br /&gt;jo   uzu n   e (02:33:41): hahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;NarcoticsTrader (02:33:48): "because if you let us in we can hook you up"&lt;br /&gt;jo   uzu n   e (02:33:55): wow&lt;br /&gt;NarcoticsTrader (02:34:01): the dude was like 16 too&lt;br /&gt;jo   uzu n   e (02:34:09): that is poetic justice&lt;br /&gt;jo   uzu n   e (02:42:19): Wilfredo "Mexican" "McGriddle" "Miguel" "Contreras" "Arbaje"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 things that -- oh no i haven't. yeah. ooooofffff.... maybe there--did you check the power? oohhh... canned people. they sell canned-- i thought they selled canned fetuses in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wil, 22:56:34 10.12.2005&lt;br /&gt;NarcoticsTrader (02:43:05): hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;jo   uzu n   e (02:45:20): yeah&lt;br /&gt;NarcoticsTrader (02:46:10): i know they actually used to kidnap all kids under 12 and sell them for meat &lt;br /&gt;jo   uzu n   e (02:47:32): myers, you are the greatest&lt;br /&gt;NarcoticsTrader (02:47:47): i read that in a book about serial killers&lt;br /&gt;NarcoticsTrader (02:48:00): it was during a famine they had there in the 1800's&lt;br /&gt;jo   uzu n   e (02:55:57): fucking 1800s&lt;br /&gt;jo   uzu n   e (02:56:01): what the fuck is wrong with them&lt;br /&gt;jo   uzu n   e (02:56:09): they're the 80s of the centurial years&lt;br /&gt;NarcoticsTrader (02:56:25): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;jo   uzu n   e (02:59:11): seriously man&lt;br /&gt;jo   uzu n   e (02:59:17): nothing good happened in the entire century&lt;br /&gt;jo   uzu n   e (02:59:30): thank our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ that the 1900s happened&lt;br /&gt;NarcoticsTrader (02:59:46): yes&lt;br /&gt;NarcoticsTrader (02:59:49): we owe it all to Him&lt;br /&gt;NarcoticsTrader (03:00:29): mankind took the light of Jesus into their hearts and He led them to prosperity&lt;br /&gt;jo   uzu n   e (03:02:16): exactly&lt;br /&gt;NarcoticsTrader (03:03:47): not a day goes by that I don't thank Jesus for his greatest gift to man, oil&lt;br /&gt;NarcoticsTrader (03:03:58): in fact every time I use petroleum products I think of Him&lt;br /&gt;NarcoticsTrader (03:04:19): and remember, Jesus loves petroleum products as well as those who use and produce them&lt;br /&gt;jo   uzu n   e (03:04:22): does it fill your body with inexplicable bliss?&lt;br /&gt;jo   uzu n   e (03:04:44): of course, and he sanctions the removal of oil from those who are not utilizing it to its fullest potential&lt;br /&gt;jo   uzu n   e (03:04:48): like those iraqis&lt;br /&gt;NarcoticsTrader (03:05:07): that is the ninth commandment&lt;br /&gt;NarcoticsTrader (03:05:18): "Thou shalt maintain maximum production levels"</content>
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    <title>today</title>
    <published>2005-10-26T14:45:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-26T14:45:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">alex (8:15:03): wake up!!! WAKE UP!! NO SLEEP!!!! YOU HAVE TO GO TO MEETING!!!&lt;br /&gt;me (8:15:08): nsdarsdhkgsrnrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;alex (8:15:10): k, i will punch your bed until you get up&lt;br /&gt;me (8:15:26): roger that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matsugu (9:26:34): 今日は学生のためにモデルをつくりましょう。&lt;br /&gt;me (9:26:36): それは問題ですから秋休みにまた病気になってしまいました。&lt;br /&gt;matsugu (9:26:40): ん？どうしてアルバイトに来ましたか？おやすみをしてください！&lt;br /&gt;me (9:26:45): ・・・はい。</content>
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    <title>ァ '`,、'`,、'`,、（´∀｀*) '`,、'`,、'`,、</title>
    <published>2005-10-18T05:23:42Z</published>
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    <content type="html">ganbare~</content>
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