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    <title>"And when I'm done I feel like talking,"</title>
    <published>2038-01-19T03:14:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-11T05:41:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Colin Hays Knows, Oh He Knows.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"Without you here there is less to say."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week was grand right?&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;I guess, perhaps, Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer is all fucked so Im on some ghetto one &amp; there for no Itunes &amp; no Pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning No pictures from Warped Tour.&lt;br /&gt;No Pictures From Harry &amp; The Potters.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; No Pictures From Camping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell right now Im just telling myself Im okay.&lt;br /&gt;Right, Im okay right?&lt;br /&gt;I was walking on this edge, but he tossed me to the side so I wouldnt step off.&lt;br /&gt;I want to crawl back to the edge, slowly fling myself over.&lt;br /&gt;But he wont let it, its been gaurded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You Got On A Plane &amp; Off You Went. Your Never Coming Back Agian. Im Trying To Convince Myself Its True. Convincing Myself I'll Be Just Fine Without You."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Will Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even If I Live Till Im Hundred And Two, I Dont Think That I Will Ever Get OVer You.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Were Friends, We've Always Been Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, the ellipsis. It's dumb. It's dumb. It's an awful idea. I'm not gonna do it, okay? 'Cause like you said, this is it. This is life. And I'm in love with you, Samantha. I think that's the only thing I've ever been really sure of in my entire life."- Garden State. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Is that a yes honestly I want to be your friend yes or a Im just gunna say yes to be nice yes?&lt;br /&gt;Squid: We're already friends&lt;br /&gt;Squid: nub&lt;br /&gt;Me: Touche young sailor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Dude This Hurts Bad.</content>
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