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  <updated>2008-12-15T10:48:00Z</updated>
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    <title>recorded with my brand new FREE digital camcorder...</title>
    <published>2008-12-15T10:35:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-15T10:48:00Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">my dad makes me laugh more than anyone i know. i am probably biased...he&amp;#39;s funny because he doesn&amp;#39;t know it. i can't quite pinpoint why this video cracks me up, but it does. i posted it on facebook last night so some of you have seen it already and already have favorite quotes. while the end of the video is definitely the best moment, cat picked out another one of my favorite moments in the video - "just keep livin!" my dad pessimistically advises me as he shoves toast in his mouth. the christmas music in the background provides an amazing soundtrack.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not go to my dad when i want sympathy, because he never provides it. he provides common sense and sanity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now a little video i like to call &lt;i&gt;truth, wisdom &amp; mild profanity&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and at the beginning, he's talking about when i called him after my laptop had been stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="1" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>friends cut.</title>
    <published>2007-12-01T18:48:54Z</published>
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    <content type="html">i'm doing a friends cut by weekend's end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have a ton of friends on here, which has been deliberate. however there are some who i haven't heard a word from in &lt;i&gt;months&lt;/i&gt;. and right now, i don't want to give you access when i have no idea what's going on in your life. so i don't care if we've been friends for 10 years or 10 months, if you're not around and i don't hear from you, you're out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not about being bitchy. there's just too much going on in my head. a bad metaphor, but i feel the need to tighten the reins around my life.</content>
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    <title>but most of the time i just feel like i'm failing.</title>
    <published>2006-07-28T18:06:42Z</published>
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    <content type="html">can i pull this from the air?&lt;br /&gt;do i have the strength to fight?&lt;br /&gt;or will i hold my tongue &lt;br /&gt;til it passes through the long &amp; balmy night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my mother sets the table&lt;br /&gt;cleans the dishes with her hands&lt;br /&gt;passed down through the poking &amp; the prodding &lt;br /&gt;&amp; the &lt;br /&gt;"don't let this get in the way of your plans"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh when it hits me&lt;br /&gt;all i can do is breathe again &lt;br /&gt;and breathe through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRIVATE. NO TRESPASSING. (unless i say so, of course.)</content>
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