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  <title>Laura</title>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 30 Jan 2008 21:57:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Great story/</title>
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  <description>soooo. i haven&apos;t posted in forever but this story is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i come outside to my car this morning around 6:15ish to go to work. I see like 20 people walking up the street towards my house. They were in uniform but i couldn&apos;t tell who they were so i proceeded to get in my car. Turned on the car. Turned on the headlights. Look right and there&apos;s the swat team with rifles aimed at my neighbors house. They signal to me to turn my car off than i heard a giant explosion, which i later found out was a concusion stun(which knocks anybody out who may have been downstairs). I freak out cause i think it&apos;s gun shots. I try to get out of my car to go back in the house but they stopped me and told me to stay in my car. They asked if there were any children in my house. I told them no. A couple minutes later they come back and ask if i&apos;m ok and than they let me leave. The swat van up the street stops me and asks for my liscense and what house i was coming from. Eventually he lets me leave also.&amp;nbsp; At this point i&apos;m pretty much hypervenelating. I call Chuck and Marty and they finally calm me down and my day went on as normal as it could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not sure what it was all about. We think it was a drug bust. Chuck&apos;s going to the police station tomorrow to find out what&apos;s going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn&apos;t that an awesome story? &lt;br /&gt;Nobody bitch about their neighbors again, until the swat team comes with rifles.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 15 May 2007 03:34:55 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Thank you. Seriously. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you just made me feel a whole lot better about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That probably wasn&apos;t your goal, but whatever was...coungratulations...you didn&apos;t achieve it.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 08 Apr 2007 02:38:23 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I have the greatest job ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And i love our cookie team. (and the patisserie team) &lt;br /&gt;but me brittny and judi(the cookie team) have a bond noone can break. haha&lt;br /&gt;and of course....NATALIE!!! even though shes just a cardboard circle we put in front of janice when we don&apos;t wanna listen to her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh i love these girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m pretty sure i&apos;m the only 20 yr. old girl who loves going to work every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. I never wanna see anther damn fruit tart again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. come to wegmans. see what i do. you&apos;ll be amazed.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2007 02:42:47 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Life is really good right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There&apos;s only 2 things that would make it perfect.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 26 Mar 2007 18:21:39 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>How can one lousy accident affect me for the rest of me life??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s not fair. I can&apos;t do my job anymore. I can&apos;t stand for more than 3 hours without my back being in excruciating pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get a back brace, ugly shoes that will support my back. I have to see a chiropractor and probably go back to physical therapy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with what? I have no money and no health insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s not fair.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 23 Mar 2007 01:12:58 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>My previous entry was not meant to hurt or offend anyone. And i&apos;m truly sorry if it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was simply expressing how i felt. It was pretty much saying that i was moving on. What else is there left for me to do? So if this hurt you, please talk to me and tell me what YOU think i should do or say or anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause i don&apos;t know anymore.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 21 Mar 2007 23:02:47 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I lost my father 14 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;I lost my grandmother and aunt 6 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;I lost my mother for a while a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;I lost my other grandmother 3 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;Now, i&apos;ve lost everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as though my life has been full of loss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What&apos;s amazing, is that i&apos;m kind of ok with this. Not so much with my family, but with my friends. There comes a point in everyones life when the people they cared about in high school or even before than, eventually fade apart. People grow and most of the time they grow apart. I&apos;m just growing a little faster than most people my age. Which is good and bad at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m not looking at this as a bad thing though. I just started a new job. Most of the people I work with are my age and have pretty much the same interests i do. I&apos;m going back to school in the fall, and in 2 years I&apos;ll have a steady job. I&apos;m moving on with my life. New things, new people, new experiences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing is I have the people in my life that mean the most to me right now. I have my mom, my sister, my niece, and of course, I have Chuck. Which ironically is some of the reason i have lost people. It&apos;s amazing that you lose people because you fall in love with someone and get into a relationship in which people don&apos;t neccesarily think is &quot;normal&quot;. Which in a way is understandable, but not at the expense of the people you used to call your best friends.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 13 Mar 2007 01:40:57 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>The person I love more than anything in the world is in the hospital and has been for the past 3 nights. I&apos;ve been through so much this past year or so. This is just the topping on the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like dana said, if i made it through this past year, i can&apos;t make it through pretty much anything. And I will make it through this, with or without anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who are still here...still in my life...who understand that i was going through a lot...are the only people who are worth being in my life. And they&apos;ll never know how much that means to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they&apos;ll never know how much it means to me that they&apos;re there for me right now, as i&apos;m going through this little bump in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to judge me for any decisions i&apos;ve made, please...be my guest. But take 5 minutes out of you&apos;re life to see the other side of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m so past caring anymore. I couldn&apos;t be more happy with my life right now. And any other challenges that may come my way...bring it on. I can handle pretty much anything at this point.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 03 Mar 2007 20:02:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>New beginnings.</title>
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  <description>Well i&apos;m officially done at Bottino&apos;s. As crazy as it may sound, i&apos;m actually gonna miss that place, despite all the shit they put me through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i started my new job at Wegman&apos;s. It&apos;s freaking awesome. It&apos;s a little drive but it&apos;s worth it.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 28 Jan 2007 16:51:36 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I can honestly say this is the first time in a REALLY long time that i&apos;m truly happy with everything in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m going back to school in fall. Atlantic Cape College for Culinary Arts. I&apos;m excited.&lt;br /&gt;We&apos;re redoing the house. Getting a wrap around couch, a 42&quot; lcd flat screen tv, redoing the whole dining room, and it&apos;s gonna go look so much better! (i will never move into a house with 3 guys again.)&lt;br /&gt;In another month is my next and final tattoo for awhile. I&apos;m excited because this is gonna mean the most to me. It&apos;s for my grandmothers &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is finally starting to look up. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, in the past year i&apos;ve had some hard things happen to me, but i&apos;m proud of myself for pulling through the way i did. Noone will ever understand how it feels to be depressed unless you&apos;ve been through it yourself. It&apos;s a really hard thing to overcome, but luckily i had 2 people standing by me the whole time. And they know who they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, there are still a couple things i would like to be different, but unfortunately that is out of my control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is true when they say, you don&apos;t know what you&apos;ve got until you&apos;ve lost it.&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t have the support of my parents anymore. I&apos;m paying almost $600 a month for my car and insurance, paying for college all myself...and pretty much doing everything on my own. It&apos;s harder than most people think. &lt;br /&gt;But, i like having more responsibility. It&apos;s a lot to take on, but it makes me feel good that i CAN do things on my own.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m not gonna lie though, i sometimes resent the fact that i&apos;m growing up so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, noone said life was perfect, but like i said...i&apos;m happy with things right now.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 09 Jan 2007 01:30:08 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Some people are un fucking believable.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 2007 17:40:34 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>First it was a shot every hour. Than every half hour. Every 15 minutes. Than every 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than I puked all over my bathroom floor.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I was too drunk to move an inch to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha. awesome new years.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 19 Dec 2006 00:24:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>You put up an awesome fight and you held on longer than ANYONE expected.&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much and i know you&apos;re in a better place now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace Nanny&lt;br /&gt;12.18.06</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 16 Dec 2006 02:52:21 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;m back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don&apos;t mean i&apos;m back to writing in this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I&apos;M back. The real Laura all my friends used to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m sorry guys.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 30 Sep 2006 02:16:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>..and in a perfect world you&apos;d still be here.</title>
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  <description>10-16-00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s coming soon. &lt;br /&gt;I love you and miss you more than you could ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch over me these next few months, ok? I think i&apos;ll need it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope that all is well in heaven&lt;br /&gt;Cause it&apos;s so shot to hell down here&lt;br /&gt;I hope that i find you in heaven&lt;br /&gt;Cause im so lost without you down here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 11 Sep 2006 21:21:57 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>oh yeah. i forgot. &lt;br /&gt;me patti and marty are the civil war champions. aka we rock at beer pong.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 11 Sep 2006 00:14:59 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>My 4th tattoo is amazing. &lt;br /&gt;Pictures soon.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 07 Sep 2006 01:41:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>My last day off was last sunday. I don&apos;t have off again till Friday. I plan on sleeping all freaking day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I work 4AM to 12:30. &lt;br /&gt;Cousin&apos;s bridal shower.&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;Tattoo with patti and chuck at 8.&lt;br /&gt;Party at 10.&lt;br /&gt;Pulling an all nighter.&lt;br /&gt;Going to work at 4AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 06 Sep 2006 03:49:30 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So, I don&apos;t like cars. Because of my 17th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t like them even more in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Hate it, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s pouring today. &lt;br /&gt;Chuck comes home early from work just so I didn&apos;t hafta drive to work in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking love him.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 04 Sep 2006 00:37:34 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I can NOT wait for football season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more reasons than one.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Aug 2006 00:43:20 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Last night was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started at 9ish. Ran out of beer by 11. Beer Run.&lt;br /&gt;10 people. Over 100 beers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 18 Aug 2006 02:28:02 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i feel better. about a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is slowly but surely falling back together.&lt;br /&gt;but everyone knows how it goes...there&apos;s still that part of you that wants to break down and cry sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;sometimes you even hafta show yourself that you&apos;re not as strong as you&apos;re pretending to be.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 08 Aug 2006 04:23:13 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I realized something in these past couple days. I hate confrontation. HATE it. Almost more than anything else in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something important or bad happens I avoid it at all costs and i don&apos;t know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do know that this is part of the reason I haven&apos;t had a father in 14 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new father now. Who i see every day. Who has heart to hearts with me. And who&apos;s there for me more than my real dad.&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I have a lot of people like that. That&apos;s why it&apos;s a joke.  Noone could ever replace my real dad. But I haven&apos;t actually ever had a real dad. And if i did, I don&apos;t remember it cause i was so young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere deep down inside, this has made a large impact on my life and it hurts a lot to know my dad is not the best dad in the world and he&apos;s done a lot that&apos;s made me push him out of my life. I hide it 99% of the time. But sometimes when i think about him too hard the sadness comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess I just had to vent about it.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 25 Jul 2006 01:45:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>cold beer, hot lights, my sweet romantic teenage nights...</title>
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  <description>Thursday night- party...CHECK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 26th- party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept 9th- party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah the crazy summer nights at my house. pretty much awesome. I love it here.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 05 Jul 2006 05:42:57 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&quot;Will you come find the Wizard of Oz with me?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Where?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Oz.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;When?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I don&apos;t know...I have to check my calendar.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;How do we get there?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;A hurricane.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waste moments of my life blowing my nose. Moments i will NEVER get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aw. best friend&amp;lt;3</description>
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