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  <title>Do you love me? Let me know you love me.</title>
  <subtitle>If you don't, I'll just have to kill you.</subtitle>
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    <name>brandon</name>
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  <updated>2003-12-03T04:55:04Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boughtandsold:8114</id>
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    <title>xlauren42069x....enough said</title>
    <published>2003-12-03T04:55:04Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-03T04:55:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My life is over.  Josh is no longer a singer of the Cary local legends, Death Runs Silent.  Whats the point of living with a DRS without Josh.  I guess it's time to go hang myself from the ceiling fan.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boughtandsold:3933</id>
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    <title>Jokes</title>
    <published>2003-07-08T15:58:39Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-09T19:42:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my nieces told me two really good jokes on the car ride home so i thought i would share them with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylie: knock knock.&lt;br /&gt;Me: who's there?&lt;br /&gt;Kylie: cheese.&lt;br /&gt;Me: cheese who?&lt;br /&gt;Kylie: arent you glad you grow on the tree branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah: knock knock.&lt;br /&gt;Me: who's there?&lt;br /&gt;Hannah: car.&lt;br /&gt;Me: car who?&lt;br /&gt;Hannah: im glad you got run over by a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure they would have told me more jokes but the entire rest of the way home i told them the knock knock. whos there? banana. banana who? knock knock. whos there? banana. banana who? joke. they seemed really annoyed with me by the time we got home.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boughtandsold:3252</id>
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    <title>i hate phones</title>
    <published>2003-07-03T20:17:41Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-03T20:18:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ok, i was asleep this morning and my phone rang twice. the first time i was too tired to answer but the second time i rolled over and picked it up. it was my sister and she told me i had to leave the house right then. i thought the carbon monoxide detector had gone off or something. i asked her why and she said the house was on fire. i jumped out of bed and yelled mom to tell her the house was on fire.  right after i did that i realized that i only dreamed i had a phone in my hand and never really answered is. so i got back in bed and went to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;this isnt the first time ive done this either,  the phone rings a lot when im asleep and i almost always roll over and pick it up. the only problem is that the phone isnt next to my bed... its on the other side of the room... so i sit there and say hello into my hand about 5 times before i realize that i dont even have the phone in my hand. I HATE PHONES!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:boughtandsold:2325</id>
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    <title>You havent lived until youve gone to Jellybeans</title>
    <published>2003-07-01T04:43:59Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-01T05:08:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well... I got a job at Jellybeans.  Some guy is going to call me tomorrow and tell me my hours for next week.  Im going to be passing out rental skates.  Its going to be great.  I hate the dad from happy days.  He is doing infomercials.... Ive lost all respect for him.  I would change the channel but that would involve me getting up... its all over now... but now there is some infomercial about depression and anxiety.  Why does the tv have to be so far away.  I can see the buttons but just cant reach... my life is over</content>
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