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  <pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 19:12:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>3.3.3</title>
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  <description>This week has been so busy! My life is so chaotic at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow is mine &amp;amp; Cody&apos;s 3 year anniversary. It has truly been an insane, rollercoaster couple of years.&amp;nbsp;We&apos;ve been through a lot. And as we&apos;re getting older and closer to really settling down, things have been getting tougher.&amp;nbsp;The bills keep coming and we&apos;re trying to balance our personal life with a social life, and a family life. Throw in 2 full time jobs and it can get pretty rough. Things aren&apos;t easy. They never will be. Until I strike gold life is going to be difficult. But there is no one else I&apos;d rather spend it with. We fight, we scream, we argue and we don&apos;t always see eye to eye.&amp;nbsp;But those moments aren&apos;t constant, and when I sit down at the end of the day and look at him right there with me.... I know I don&apos;t want to be anywhere else. Love is so amazing. I still get butterflies. I still count down the minutes till his shifts at work end and he comes home. I look forward to every single weekend we get to lay tangled up together in bed as late as we want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really doesn&apos;t get any better than this. I can&apos;t wait to have a family with him and create a whole new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love.love.love</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 18:02:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>College Kids</title>
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  <description>Some kid is standing outside my window beating on a metal fence. Standing in a fenced in area, that is not meant for people to walk on, let alone stand and play musical fences on. College kids are so annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I ever like that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ha, the random grubby kid has left. Peace and quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in college I swear kids dressed normal to go to class. Now it seems as though they try extra hard to look like they didn&apos;t try at all. Messy hair. Sweat pants (with Abercrombie cleverly placed on the ass/side/somewhere large &amp;amp; visible). Girls wear Ugg boots over their sweats. Guys wear moccasins. They wear ripped up shirts &amp;amp; strange scarfs. I do not get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is with guys having long hair?&amp;nbsp;Since when is that cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love.love.love</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 18:12:01 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Writer&apos;s Block: Really, Truly</title>
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Love is something that comes to you when you least expect it.&amp;nbsp;And it is all it&apos;s made out to be. It&apos;s all consuming and amazing and TRUE. And when you find it, you know you have it and you never want to let it go. People who say true love doesn&apos;t exist have never felt it&apos;s power. They&apos;ve never kissed the lips of someone they never wanted to let go of. It&apos;s real. It&apos;s everything you could ever ask for and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love.love.love&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 14:27:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Fall away from your past. But it&apos;s following you.</title>
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  <description>You truly cannot escape the past. Who you were.&amp;nbsp;Who you loved. The dreams you had. Run as you might, but it&apos;s always there. A cold reminder of what you cannot have anymore and what you once were. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve made so many mistakes. SO&amp;nbsp;MANY. I&apos;ve found myself in beds with guys that I wanted so desperately to love me, but that I knew never would. I smoked too much weed and lost too many friends. I drank too much, partied a little too hard. I tried to be perfect. I got myself in debt trying to be someone I never was. I can say one thing for sure, college changed me. It&apos;s taken me over 3 years now to find myself again. To escape, or try to, the past and who I was when I was in college. But I can&apos;t forget it. Everywhere I turn are reminders. Taunting me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning, on my way to work. I pass the police department. Where I bailed out a friend with an ex. An ex who I needed &amp;amp; wanted, at the time with every ounce in my body. Only to find out I was his &amp;quot;other woman.&amp;quot; I look at the front steps to the PD and I see us, leaning against a wall. Me holding on tight, to what was never really mine. Every time I sign on AIM I&apos;m reminded of his face. He IMs me so casually, not knowing he destroyed me. It took me 2 years to get over that hurt. To really put it past me.&amp;nbsp;And although I have found a love beyond limits. One I wouldn&apos;t trade for the world. I cannot forget him. I cannot forget his face, or the way he made me feel. And I can&apos;t figure out why it won&apos;t leave me alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I pass my old apartment, I&apos;m reminded of the bond I had with Holly. Holly and I are still close, but what we had we&apos;ll never get back. We let life get in the way.&amp;nbsp;We let ourselves get carried away with boys. I&apos;m thankful to have her as my cousin, my best friend. But I miss her so much it hurts sometimes. She joined the Army in&amp;nbsp;September... Things with us, the fun, the laughter, the crazy nights, the ridiculous inside jokes... are just memories now. I&apos;m having a hard time accepting that. I think she is too, because every time we talk we both get really sad about it. It&apos;s funny how life carries you away in directions you never expected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at my college life, I&apos;m not proud of who I was. But I can say I have no regrets. All those mistakes got me here. But as much as I wouldn&apos;t go back and change them... I&apos;m still having a hard time putting them behind me completely. I&apos;m afraid of my mistakes catching up to me. I&apos;m afraid that the things I did and the people I knew will come back. Just like that ex has... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m not sure if this even makes sense. But I need to vent. To just let it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll be okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love.love.love</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2009 15:31:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Life As I Know It</title>
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  <description>My life is pretty good right now. I shouldn&apos;t have anything to complain about, but I usually find something... I&apos;m a complicated girl when it comes down to it. But I know what I want out of this confusing, chaotic life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing has always been an outlet for me. But I&apos;ve been so busy with everything else that I&apos;ve neglected to write/type whatever. I always start new journals, update them a few times... then forget about them. Or I just can&apos;t find the time to write in them. Which is depressing. I&apos;m actually at work right now, otherwise I wouldn&apos;t be writing now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I feel like everything in my life is just at a stand still. I have a great boyfriend. We have a house.&amp;nbsp;We have pets that we love. I have amazing friends that know the real me. I am finally talking to my Dad again. My family is happy &amp;amp; healthy. I have a great job, with great benefits. I&apos;m finishing my degree for free. Everything is amazing. Really. But I&apos;m at a stand still. I feel like everyone else is moving on and up and I&apos;m at the same place I have been for a while now. Really, when I&apos;m being completely honest with myself, I am mainly talking about my relationship. We&apos;ve been together 3 years.&amp;nbsp;We both have stable careers making decent money. I&apos;ve been watching all my friends get married and have babies... and I&apos;m so jealous. I&apos;m going to be 25 and this is what I want for my life. My bf and I talk about our future. All the time actually. But I have no ring on my finger. I have no baby to love. It&apos;s so frustrating. All I want is to marry him and start a new life with him. And I&apos;m so impatient I don&apos;t want to wait for it. I don&apos;t find comfort in just knowing that it will happen some day. I want that day to be now. I don&apos;t know what he&apos;s waiting for. I don&apos;t want to push him, but at times I can&apos;t help but feel like grabbing him and screaming at him to get it done and over with! Hmmph.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any advice how to get through this slump I&apos;m in? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love.love.love</description>
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