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  <title>Dont say my cars topless, say da titties is out.</title>
  <subtitle>Crystal's Shit.</subtitle>
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    <name>Crystal's Shit.</name>
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    <title>sonotaverage @ 2006-01-11T22:25:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-12T04:32:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-12T04:42:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Alice In Chains- Unplugged</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My vacation and departure from RI is approaching fast but not fast enough. I couldnt imagine people that have lived in this place for their whole lives. No wonder everyone here seems so miserable and distant... OH OH OH which brings me to a thought that James and I were discussing....&lt;br /&gt;For people that have never lived outside of NE you might not even realize this but everyone here seems so depressed. What we discussed was the fact that people here are very self oriented to the point where people that they are not immediatley comfortable with are automatically kind of pushed aside almost as a nusance. People are also so uncomfortable with love. I really think that is extremley sad. I'd say a good percent of the people I know are single because they are too self oriented. So self obsessed that they couldnt imagine fitting someone else in their life that close. I think its just part of the culture here. Everything is MY needs, My desires, My job, MY money, My things and we want it all and we want it RIGHT NOW. We transfer our love to other things. People throw themselves into their music, their art, their cars...Any object of significance to them that wont ever turn around and bite them in the ass. We all have a certain amount of love that we have to feel in order to be human. Instead of putting it into a person we put it into our art and money. I just feel badly because all my friends are in there mid 20's and I think in a couple years they're gonna be kinda pissed they did'nt take more chances. Being alone because of pickiness and fear is going to get us all jaded and just that, alone. Practice makes perfect maybe we should'nt all take ourselves and situations so seriously. I am guilty as well but i'm gonna try and be more open. Just a thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different and ironic note I went out with Brad yesterday. It will definitley be a friend situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a paint by numbers set today. I am very excited to let my creativity shine.ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Rolling Stone they had an article about how ABC and NBC are using characters cell RingTones to pull in a younger audience. "Oh shit the token black guy on CSI has a Coldplay ringtone." No one gives a shit and the fact they even had an article about it? Come on. What the hell happened to writing about kick ass music and rockstars fucking groupies and doing cocaine? Thats the shit I wanna read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have voluntered to babysit three children on the 18th. I love kids but I want to return these in the condition I recieved them. Kids scream and I give them candy and toys. I dont think thats the fundamentals of healthy child raising. This coming from a person who says "A good ass whooping never hurt anyone" hahahaha! Just Kidding.</content>
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    <title>sonotaverage @ 2006-01-09T01:36:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-09T07:10:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-09T07:15:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nirvana- Unplugged</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Name Four Bad Habits You Have:&lt;br /&gt;1. Some how doing or saying the wrong thing&lt;br /&gt;2. Not saving money&lt;br /&gt;3. Kind of messy&lt;br /&gt;4. Too loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name Four Things That You Wish You Had:&lt;br /&gt;1. Lots of money&lt;br /&gt;2. 2006 Audi&lt;br /&gt;3. Sneakers that I actually like&lt;br /&gt;4. House in Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name Four Scents You Love:&lt;br /&gt;1. Chance by Chanel&lt;br /&gt;2. Camp Fire&lt;br /&gt;3. Guys with beer breath (true)&lt;br /&gt;4. Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name Four Things You'd Never Wear:&lt;br /&gt;1. Tappered leg jeans&lt;br /&gt;2. Anything acid washed&lt;br /&gt;3. Scrunchies&lt;br /&gt;4. B.U.M equipment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name Four Things You Are Thinking About Now:&lt;br /&gt;1. Wish TV selection was better&lt;br /&gt;2. Where i'll be in a year&lt;br /&gt;3. I need to clean&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name Four Things That You Have Done Today:&lt;br /&gt;1. Showered &lt;br /&gt;2. Cooked Lasagna&lt;br /&gt;3. Went to see a movie at the cable car&lt;br /&gt;4. Talked to Josh on the phone for wayyyy too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name the Last Four Things You Have Bought:&lt;br /&gt;1. H.I.M- Greatest Love Songs vol.666&lt;br /&gt;2. Gasoline&lt;br /&gt;3. USB cord&lt;br /&gt;4. Earrings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name Four Drinks You Regularly Drink:&lt;br /&gt;1. Green Tea&lt;br /&gt;2. Water&lt;br /&gt;3. Beer&lt;br /&gt;4. water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Song You Sang?&lt;br /&gt;Nirvana- lake of fire (meat puppets cover)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Person You Hugged?&lt;br /&gt;- ummmm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Time You Said 'I Love You' And Meant It?&lt;br /&gt;-My Friend Roy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Time You Cried?&lt;br /&gt;-When I left Louisiana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's In Your CD Player?&lt;br /&gt;-Nirvana- Unplugged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's Under Your Bed?&lt;br /&gt;-Who the fuck knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Time Did You Wake Up Today?&lt;br /&gt;-12:30ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Taste?&lt;br /&gt;-water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Hair?&lt;br /&gt;-Long and dark and highlighted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Clothes?&lt;br /&gt;-Sweatshirt, underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Annoyance?&lt;br /&gt;-Boredom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Longing?&lt;br /&gt;-alot of things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Desktop Picture?&lt;br /&gt;-Baby sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Worry?&lt;br /&gt;- Staying in RI &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Hate?&lt;br /&gt;-None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Physical Feature Of The Opposite Sex?&lt;br /&gt;1. Back&lt;br /&gt;2. Eyes&lt;br /&gt;3. Hair&lt;br /&gt;4. laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Best Physical Features?&lt;br /&gt;1. eyes&lt;br /&gt;2. Hair&lt;br /&gt;3. Boobies&lt;br /&gt;4.????? I'm not good at this sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your worst physical features?&lt;br /&gt;1. FEEEET&lt;br /&gt;2. hands&lt;br /&gt;3. tummy isnt toned&lt;br /&gt;4. Im sure there is PLENTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Best Personality Traits?&lt;br /&gt;1. Very Forgiving... I cant hold a grudge to save my life&lt;br /&gt;2. Laid Back nothing bother me's really. Except bad manners and mouth breathers&lt;br /&gt;3. Id say I have a pretty decent sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;4. Extremley empathetic &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Worst Personality Traits?&lt;br /&gt;1. Maybe too outspoken I offend people at times&lt;br /&gt;2. I can be prone to Laziness&lt;br /&gt;3. Moody and aloof&lt;br /&gt;4. Loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last CD You Bought?&lt;br /&gt;-See above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Place To Be?&lt;br /&gt;-anywhere where I am laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Least Favorite Place?&lt;br /&gt;-Being alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Could Play An Instrument?&lt;br /&gt;-Drums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Color?&lt;br /&gt;-Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Favorite Word/Saying? &lt;br /&gt;-Sucullent/ Keepin it real/ go all or nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Season?&lt;br /&gt;-Fall and Spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Person From Your Past You Wish You Could Go Back And Talk To:&lt;br /&gt;-hahahaha... alot. Like I said people dont get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Day?&lt;br /&gt;- Anyday where I feel loved and laughter is involved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Would You Like To Go?&lt;br /&gt;-Ireland, England, Australia, Sri Lanka....Been basically everywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Car?&lt;br /&gt;-1967 Ford Galaxie</content>
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    <title>Musical Chairs.</title>
    <published>2006-01-07T21:45:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-08T06:38:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>HIM- Poison Girl</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Top 5 bands....right now id say....&lt;br /&gt;1. Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;2. HIM&lt;br /&gt;3. Violent Femmes&lt;br /&gt;4. Manic Street Preachers&lt;br /&gt;5. Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 5 Rap artist.&lt;br /&gt;1. I walk wit da Wu-Tang&lt;br /&gt;2. Big L&lt;br /&gt;3. Kanye West&lt;br /&gt;4. GGG UNIT&lt;br /&gt;5. Nas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First 5 albums you remember buying.&lt;br /&gt;1. Who the fuck remembers but... Nirvana. Nevermind&lt;br /&gt;2. Metallica- Kill em all&lt;br /&gt;3. Bush- Sixteen Stones&lt;br /&gt;4. GNR- Appetite For Destruction.&lt;br /&gt;5. Neil Diamond- Hot August Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 songs you want played at your wedding.&lt;br /&gt;1. HIM-Heaven Tonight and Gone With The Sin.&lt;br /&gt;2. Neil Diamond- Cracklin Rose anything DIAMOND!&lt;br /&gt;3. The Doors- I Looked at You.&lt;br /&gt;4. Johnny Cash- I walk the line.&lt;br /&gt;5. Bad Company- Feel Like makin love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 songs that make you wanna shake your ass.&lt;br /&gt;1. Gunit- Bitch get in my car.&lt;br /&gt;2. Prince- LiL red corvette.&lt;br /&gt;3. Blur- Boys and Girls.&lt;br /&gt;4. Chamillionaire- Turn it up.&lt;br /&gt;5. Faint- Worked up so sexual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Songs that make you cry.(or atleast make you feel as though you could)&lt;br /&gt;1. Johnny Cash- A Boy Named Sue.&lt;br /&gt;2. NIN- A Warm Place&lt;br /&gt;3. Metallica- One... the story behind the song is very sad.&lt;br /&gt;4. Radiohead- alot of em&lt;br /&gt;5. xxxxxxxxxxxxx I dunno none of these really make me cry... I know there are songs that do just cant think of any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Songs That Make You Happy.&lt;br /&gt;1. The Doors- Alabama Song&lt;br /&gt;2. Violent Femmes- Add It Up&lt;br /&gt;3. Mission of Burma- Rum to Whiskey&lt;br /&gt;4. Alice In Chains- Heaven Beside You&lt;br /&gt;5. The Doors-  The Crystal Ship!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use bands to spell your name.&lt;br /&gt;Creedance Clearwater Revival&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;Young, Neil&lt;br /&gt;Stooges&lt;br /&gt;Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers&lt;br /&gt;Alice In Chains&lt;br /&gt;Leadbelly</content>
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    <title>Uh oh said the cat.</title>
    <published>2006-01-07T05:54:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-07T05:54:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Radiohead</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I was a very misbehaved girl last night. I felt very foolish this morning...But now i'm laughing my ass off. If I was sober that would have been one thing, but I was the oposite so I can justify the unjustifiable. I havent been drunk like that since grade school. Never a dull moment with Crystal Marie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went out to eat with my mom who continuously busted my chops about my antics. She laughed at me and laughed and laughed.. Well we went to Parentes for seafood. I thought Id thourougly enjoy the stuffed shrimp except the breading tasted how cat piss smells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is more mortifying then your mother singing closer by NIN in the car. It immediatley made me uncomfortable and when i'm uncomfortable I laugh uncontrollably. I love my mom. Even though she did take my goldschlager away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went shopping at Music Magik. I got Nancy Sinatras greatest. I have been singing and dancing alll day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow I get lots and lots more highlites. I think extra red will look good. A contrast to the dark dark brown and blonde already there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy boy let it go!</content>
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    <title>sonotaverage @ 2006-01-03T22:51:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-04T04:00:49Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-04T04:55:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">*FIRSTS*&lt;br /&gt;First car: a 89 honda civic. standard that I didnt know how to drive when bought. It was an interesting first week.&lt;br /&gt;First screen name: No Idea.. I think Xlatsyrc&lt;br /&gt;First CD bought: Nirvana-Nevermind or Blackstreet&lt;br /&gt;First pets: SPIKE...The best dog who ever lived&lt;br /&gt;First piercing/tattoo: Nose&lt;br /&gt;First kiss: TJ in kindergarten on the play ground.. just a peck&lt;br /&gt;First love: Justin. I thought I loved Mike until I met Justin...Knowing the feeling I had for justin made me realize I never loved Mike. I had no idea what love was.&lt;br /&gt;First real best friend: Lindsay&lt;br /&gt;First slow dance: I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*LASTS*&lt;br /&gt;Last car ride: Home from Warwick&lt;br /&gt;Last kiss: Long fucking time ago&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call: Roy aka..Nigga ROGER&lt;br /&gt;Last time showered: This Morning&lt;br /&gt;Last shoes worn: ugly ass black work shoes&lt;br /&gt;Last song played: Drive slow- Kanye West&lt;br /&gt;Last item bought: gasoline &lt;br /&gt;Last annoyance: Snow and obsessed men&lt;br /&gt;Last website visited: Autotrader....I need my Audi&lt;br /&gt;Last person of the opposite sex you talked to on the phone: Roy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*CURRENT*&lt;br /&gt;Current mood: anxious,confused,happy. &lt;br /&gt;Current music: None watching football&lt;br /&gt;Current taste: nothing&lt;br /&gt;Current hair: Long as shit hair thats dark brown with blonde and red highlights&lt;br /&gt;Current clothes: Boxers and a Tshirt&lt;br /&gt;Current annoyance(s): having to be in RI for two weeks&lt;br /&gt;Current desktop picture: My baby sister in a reindeer hat&lt;br /&gt;Current hate: Hate is a strong word. anyone with hate is miserable...that aint me.</content>
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    <title>Unreal...</title>
    <published>2006-01-03T19:00:36Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-03T19:16:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>rattle that trunkkkk</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Soooo I'm back in Rhode Island for two weeks then I'm outta here for pretty much good. Can't say I'm the least bit upset about that.haha.&lt;br /&gt;Louisiana was a fucking blast... Lets talk about a place where alcohol is sold at fast food drive thru windows... No not in a bottle or in a case but in a togo  cup with a straw... I had a blast hanging out with the crew and people we met down there. Everyone was so friendly. I forgot what it was like to live down south compared to here... Here everyone is miserable and depressed and rude. I had actually became like that when I moved here, not fully the areas fault, alot of it my own.&lt;br /&gt;I spent alot of time sittin outside by a fire drinking margaritas, doing shots, smoking cloves and playing cards. So relaxing. I went to a bunch of small quaint towns with big southern plantation houses, ferry boats, crawfish diners.... Just like out of a movie.&lt;br /&gt;New Years Eve was a blast. Singing our asses off while doing shots of 151... We set off our own fireworks display off of Aligator Lake... In Louisiana you can buy industrial size fireworks and set em off yourself. So we were at this lake all by ourselves setting off a firework display that looks like something youd see at your local 4th of July festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I left for Louisiana I hadnt drank in months but I never got hammered until new years eve. I was laughing and having an excellent time but before I knew It I was all nostalgic about last new years eve.... Fucking stupid. I was pretty pissed the next morning cause I was still upset. I don't ever want to think about that shit again. Its crazy but I am not that same person and whenever I think about all that crap I feel shitty again. I've felt shitty for too long. I could really just give a shit. Because I know the other end is too bitter and cold to ever see why certain things happened. Its horribel when you care about someone and you feel like an inch tall for it. My friend said im way to loyal and I havent gotten mad. She says no matter how something ends both parties have to get pissed. She said "Youre to loyal to shit." Honestly I dont even want to write about this either... Not that it isnt important to me, but its been the most important thing in my life for along time and it hurts and makes me feel sick. I wont ever talk about this again.&lt;br /&gt;So when I arrived home it was a fucking blizzard out...I went from 80 degree weather to a snow storm... LAME. &lt;br /&gt;Well I gotta work for two weeks before I leave for good... Snag an extra grand to leave with. I tell you what anyone that feels like shit... a vacation really is the best thing you can do. No cliche. I wish all you nigga a good 2006. Bruins game on the 10th I am pumped for that!</content>
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    <title>GGGG UNIT</title>
    <published>2005-12-25T16:09:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-25T16:09:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Alice and Chains Unplugged</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Xmas has been a success.&lt;br /&gt;Things I recieved;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolce and Gabbana zip up blouse.&lt;br /&gt;Chanel perfume (chance)&lt;br /&gt;MAC makeup kit.&lt;br /&gt;Chanel lip gloss.&lt;br /&gt;New Luggage for my upcoming trips.&lt;br /&gt;Fendi scarf.&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy boxset. New season&lt;br /&gt;Curb Your Enthusiasim season 4&lt;br /&gt;Godiva.&lt;br /&gt;Giftcards.&lt;br /&gt;and miscellaneous items.... I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i'd be sad this xmas... but I'm pretty sure ive matured and realized there is no sense and to get the fuck over it already! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all you bitches.&lt;br /&gt;Cocktails&amp;food at my place!</content>
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    <title>sonotaverage @ 2005-12-23T18:11:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-23T23:20:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-23T23:20:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I saw Rent again for the second time. I looovvvveeee that movie. I had tickets to see the play last January but bills forced me to sell them. I wish I hadnt cause now I have no one that wants to go. haha I was sobbing in the movie theater like an ass. Worse then when Jen and I sobbed during "The Notebook". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave on Tuesday. I cant wait. Last Xmas was heartbreaking and I'm in no mood to relive it all again in RI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love playing Tiger Woods. Im actually fantastic at it. The only game I cannot conquer is Halo I cant even steer my self around. Halo and I have the same relationship as mini golf and I. Shit will get violent!</content>
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    <title>Check on me!</title>
    <published>2005-12-21T23:05:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-21T23:05:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I get sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo excited to see you!</content>
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    <title>Mad as fuck when you see me drive by</title>
    <published>2005-12-20T05:27:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-20T05:29:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">HOLY SHIT! I NEED AN AUDI! I will have one at the end of Febuary. all white on 18's! You'll see Nigggas</content>
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    <title>The best Xmas shopper who ever lived and etc.</title>
    <published>2005-12-20T04:03:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-20T04:16:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>BITCHHH GET IN MY CAR</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I must say I didn't think I could top last years Xmas shopping and I havent money wise. But the few things I have picked up have been top notch for my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Ralph Lauren Diaper Bag. Engraved platinum pendant with short platinum chain! BIG MONEY. Godiva chocolate gift basket and COACH scarf.&lt;br /&gt;Trey (lil bro): Gunit sneakers. Bam Magera Skateboard. &lt;br /&gt;James: Bicycle and portable CD player.&lt;br /&gt;Kyle (moms man): Raiders gear as usual. HUGE Red Sox floor rug for the Basement he just refinished. $75 dollar gift certificate to The Cigar Bar.&lt;br /&gt;Baby Girl (Kileigh): A cute pink bunny chair from pottery barn kids and gap itty bitty jean jacket.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: No Idea yet...hmmmm?&lt;br /&gt;My best Bud Roy: a Flask engraved "My Nigga Roger" haha sooooo gangsta.&lt;br /&gt;Briana: I cant tell she might be reading... BUT I will say it is flamable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in other news I havent updated this thing in along ass time. I need to start doing this again as gay as it sounds its nice to just jot down shit and look back on it. This year has been all about working. You actually want to goto work when you make 15 an hour. I figured out I have to be making money in order for my ass to show up someplace. I've been working at PepGirls since like march. I threatened to leave and they gave me a 3.50 raise. Its funny cause I was gonna work for Lexus but pepgirls is actually paying me more... Plus I get my spliff every month. Being a service advisor aint that bad. I have learned a shit load about cars and a shit load about not ever getting you car worked on at PepGirls. Hear that kids.. NEVER! I can change brakes, change oil, mount and balance tires like a champ... All taught to me by the awesome dudes I work with. But I dont do that for a living. I sell you shit, they tell me you need, but dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been the hardest year for me but the most rewarding. Nothing can whip you into shape better mentally, then losing the most important thing in your life. All due to your own immaturity and insecurities. I can say without doubt I am the best person I have ever been. I look back on myself and am more than completley disgusted. It takes alot to face yourself. My goal for 2006 is to let go of the regrets I created. I know why I did alot of things. Reasons that I didnt even understand for along time. Ive learned to forgive everyone and thing that has happened to me. Now Im gonna have to learn to forgive myself. And more importantly understand that somethings others will never forgive me for. Thats the hardest part. When you dont know who that person was you use to be, yet that persons mistakes walk with you everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this year I was blessed with a baby sister. She was a premie and is still to this day the smallest cutest thing EVER! She is still only 12 pounds at 3.5 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty much single allyear which was a great thing. I dated Josh for maybe 2 months tops. He is still a great friend. I just wasn't over my previous relationship. Its not fair to try and care for someone when youre thinking about someone else. haha but fortunatley enough Josh was the shit and said  "You call me when you stop judging yourself on shit you did at 18." I cant say that I am ready for a relationship. I'm not scared to let someone love me and get to know me anymore. But now i've developed a fear of hurting someone. I never want to feel like the biggest piece of shit ever, like I did for along time.  I never want to make someone I care about look at me that way again. Sends chills down me. Just horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention my Vacations yet?! Well I saved up all year and am going to Louisana next week to visit my dad who just moved back to the states from hawaii. While I'm there i'll hopefully do some volunteer work in New Orleans. I think that would be a very humbling experience. After I get back I am home for a couple days to goto a Boston and San Jose hockey game the second week of Jan. My Mom got tickets for Kyle for his Birthday which is Dec 21st. He doesnt know we're going yet. Then the big trip GERMANY, PARIS, AMSTERDAM, CZECH REPUBLIC. for 3.5 weeks I will be living it up. Very well desereved after this mentally draining year.&lt;br /&gt;Can not wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well I am actually done typing my fucking life story. Just feels good to kinda write it all out. Hope everyone has a good holiday.XO</content>
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    <title>sonotaverage @ 2005-03-03T16:18:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-03T21:41:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-03T21:41:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So today started off pretty shitty. I had to sit at the office for like 5 hours waiting for Cox to set up our internet. So I reading JANE and Cosmo magazines. I was in there all alone like usual but with no internet or TV. Anywho I'm sitting there FOREVER feeling every damn minute go by waiting for the cox boys to come. Then finally my boss calls and says "Oh Crystal sorry its prolly up and running I figured they were going to come up and need you to be there. Its just a switch outside." Are you fucking kidding me buddy????? I sat there all day for nothing. I nearly smoked a whole pack of cigarettes waiting around. So then one of the computers in the office has a wireless modem and It was'nt working so hes like call The cox hotline to get it fixed. Im like great I have no clue what the fuck im doing and these people are going to hate me. So I call and the nice man guides me through everything. He sounded young and was prolly relieved because I was bullshitting with him and not being a bitch like im sure alot of the people are. Right off the bat I was like man "I'm not an idiot I did make sure everything was plugged in and stuff I just dont know whats up with this wireless thing. I got every computer in the place to work except this one." So finally it started working out of the blue. I was busting the guys balls because the whole time he was like "Dont worry ma'am were gonna get you through this.' I was like "Man its okay you dont have to give me the scripted speech." He just laughed. I was like thank god I'm having some communication with the outside world right now!&lt;br /&gt;So tonight I'm going to the dirty south (Warwick) to chill and watch the Red Sox preseaon game against the Twins and celebrate Coors Time. Its weird how dating the biggest Red Sox fan youll ever meet for 9 months has totally made me enjoy the Red Sox. &lt;br /&gt;There are a few things that I learned to like while dating my ex. The Red Sox, Gunit, Abercrombie Cologne and using the TvGuide website! haha Its the little things man! Well I am outta here. Im fucking dying of thirst.</content>
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    <title>sonotaverage @ 2004-03-15T00:07:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-15T05:47:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-12T19:19:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>THE BOSS</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Man oh Man. Today Mike and Jay came over. We had a hell of a night. First off, I talked alot of shit about my air hockey skills. I knew that I could mildly back my shit talk up, deep inside I had some doubts. Jay then challenged me. If youre a real hard knock like myself, you gotta KEEP IT REAL! So I took him up on the challenge. Before going into my basement I did put on a nike sweat, HEADBAND! Oh boy, that HEADBAND looked real professional. What proceeded was an ass whoopin of the air hockey sort that will go down in history. Who came out on top? Yeah I DID! Jay cried a bit, Mike comforted him. Mike was not man enough to go up against the undefeated Crystal Green. You can run but you can not hide bitch.&lt;br /&gt;After Jay stopped his crying we decided to take an adventure to Asian Paradise for some great cuisine. Mike hit a car while trying to park, he didn't do much damage just a VERY TINY scratch. He started flippin out and drove off. He drove away as if we were black and being chased by the police. We walked past the car on the way into the restaurant. I felt bad so I left a note that said "Sorry about your little scratch. And sorry about running away from the scene of an accident. Your friend, Car Hammer." Me doing this REALLY pissed Mike off. NO ONE was around and excuse me but I am not the enemy mike. You are the criminal. I am the peace maker! You hit the car and ran!!!!!!! You will burn in hell for your actions on the evening of 3/14/04.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back to my house again and watched Bernie Mac, a special on Britney Spears, Making the Band 2 and Home Movies. I made brownies and decorated them with frosting. Phrases that appeared on the brownies were:&lt;br /&gt;*Keepin it real&lt;br /&gt;*Bros and Hoes&lt;br /&gt;*Anal cunt. (Jay thought it was funny to leave that one on the kitchen counter for pegs.)&lt;br /&gt;*Jammin 04.&lt;br /&gt;*I &amp;lt;3 Boobs.&lt;br /&gt;*40oz love.&lt;br /&gt;*Black and stacked.&lt;br /&gt;*n00dz&lt;br /&gt;The phrases sometimes got smudged because fitting "Black and Stacked" on a brownie is hard to do. It was all good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay took pictures of the event. Somehow only my ass managed to get into these pictures. This happens quite often. My ass is either so huge that it overwhelms the camera, or my friends are jerks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. My camera may be broken it keeps beeping and beeping. THANKS JAY. WTF did you do?!&lt;br /&gt;(I am hip and use internet slang. WTF?)</content>
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    <title>sonotaverage @ 2004-01-10T12:33:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-10T17:34:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-12T19:21:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yesterday I was in SUCH a fucking bad, pessimistic and unreasonable mood. I hated EVERYTHING. I hate that, alot. Basically knowing everyone is the Anne Frank of bullshit. You cant hide forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho i'm going to have to learn to deal with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nirvana is great. Eddie Murphy in the 80s, also GREAT.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sonotaverage:40863</id>
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    <title>Bitch aint fly enough.</title>
    <published>2004-01-09T02:28:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-12T19:32:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Man, Lindsay and I have been on an intense search for an apartment. We have 3 to look at this week. Should be only the finest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent written in this for awhile.This just in folks, Matt finally got laid. WOO HOOOOOOOOOOO! Lets all take a moment to absorb this extremely amazing news. Boy oh boy if you only saw this broad. Hahahaha nah im kidding. Way to welcome 2004!</content>
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    <title>sonotaverage @ 2003-12-16T22:49:00</title>
    <published>2003-12-17T04:09:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-12T19:33:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Velvet Underground- Crimson and Clover</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So far my week has been grand. I hope it stays that way. Last night Lindsay and I hung out with Mike kelley. He is freakin awesome. Thumbs up dude for letting us chill at your pimp pad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to the DMV and DID NOT have to wait one second. I walked right up to the counter, what a relief, that has never happened before. &lt;br /&gt;I then went X-mas shopping. I bought Lindsay some real fun stuff. &lt;br /&gt;After that I went to the grocery store bought some vegetables, rice, lemon and seasonings. I came home and cooked an amazing dinner. THEN i baked cookies. I was on a roll today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Im sooooo ready to retire.</content>
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    <title>sonotaverage @ 2003-11-11T23:41:00</title>
    <published>2003-11-12T04:40:56Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-12T04:40:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I love The Stooges.</content>
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    <title>Put yo titties back in the bag.</title>
    <published>2003-11-09T02:03:44Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-09T02:03:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Outkast-Draculas wedding.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today briana and I went to Newbury comics then to Emerald mall. I must say I HATE the mall, ALOT. I think its really, really sad that parents let their 13 year old daughters dress completley out of hand. MINI skirts, half shirts and fuck me boots in the dead cold. Seriously, get control of your kids. People wonder why 40 year old men are fucking middle school kids. Everytime I saw one of these "Role playing sluts" I asked them, "Does your mom know you dress like that? I think someone needs to tell you, you look awful." I'm sorry but I dont want to see 13 year old "barely even tits", hanging out. It's disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a better note, I'm going to the movies. The $1.75 movies, wooo hooo! I loveee cheap shit.</content>
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    <title>sonotaverage @ 2003-11-07T21:29:00</title>
    <published>2003-11-08T02:39:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-12T19:37:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Mission of burma- Secrets</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Work is so LONG. Its draining me to the point i work, come home, sleep and repeat. I havent gone out in like a week. I guess thats cool. Last week for orientation i made 200 dollars just working saturday and sunday. I dont have any days off until next saturday. That means i'm working from this tuesday to next friday, no days off. Get that money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays highlights at work:&lt;br /&gt;-Thumbs up to Kevin for being awesome, letting me leave early, for being a "Hard ass worker". Damn right, son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Thumbs up to Bill for putting terri in her place. We were at the compactor loading shit into it, it gets jammed, bill is trying to fix it. Terri goes "Thats not how you do it, let me show you." Bill just slightly puts his hand up and says "Look lady I'm going to let you know now, Ive been doing this for quite awhile, i dont need some WOMAN, trying to tell me whats up!" HOLY SHIT BILL. That is awesome. His whole body lanuguage was amazing. Hell yeah to sexist remarks. He later told his friend, "I cant stand women who think they know what the fucks going on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hell yeah to the lady at Target for cooperating with me when i lost it at the register, when my debit card was declined. I HAVE 650 dollars in my account, and youre going to deny my shit. BITCH BETTER HAVE MY MONEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all kids, im going to get chinese food with BIG.B. Have a lovely Friday night.</content>
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    <title>sonotaverage @ 2003-11-06T17:41:00</title>
    <published>2003-11-06T22:42:36Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-06T22:42:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>No music. American movie.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Theres something to live for, jesus told me so.&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOODNESS, I LOVE IT MORE EVERYTIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, mary and joseph i have to go back TO WORK, FOR ANOTHER 4 HOURS. I will report home, go to sleep and be back at work for 6am. Man, I'm not a fucking machine. Or am i?</content>
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    <title>sonotaverage @ 2003-11-03T18:21:00</title>
    <published>2003-11-03T23:21:05Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Today my 8 year old brother wrote a letter that said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to brians house, ill be back later. &lt;br /&gt;PS I Fucking hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah man, i dont know what to think of all that. Its funny as hell, but shit is he the next unabomber?! I was most def an out of control youngster, but hes really somewhere else with it.</content>
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    <title>sonotaverage @ 2003-11-03T11:49:00</title>
    <published>2003-11-03T16:53:46Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-03T16:55:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bob dylan- Shelter from the storm</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today sucked, i had to wake up at 9:30. I hate waking up. I did'nt go to bed until 4am last night. Fuck man, i have to stop doing that. Last night I hung out with lindsay. then we met nick and his friends at bickfords. Man, nick and his friends are awesome. Today i am going to watch tons of movies and sit around. Thats what cool people do, just incase you did'nt already know that. Dont listen to what people say. &lt;br /&gt;(FYI) Cool kids actually dont have sex, they listen to music all day and watch movies like woah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So David Bowie tickets need to be bought and fast. Im such a fucking slacker. I know he's prolly so old he cant rock out, but i still need to set my eyes upon it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, im out like a fetus.</content>
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    <title>sonotaverage @ 2003-10-19T23:33:00</title>
    <published>2003-10-20T03:34:55Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-20T03:34:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I need a roommate. I dont care who as long as you dont smell bad, and arent REALLY annoying. Email me.</content>
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    <title>Baby i know what to do, but something wont let me make love to you.</title>
    <published>2003-10-17T15:19:46Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-17T15:19:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>violent femmes- add it up</lj:music>
    <content type="html">last night was fun. I was so tired i felt drunk though. Lindsay and i went to east prov to visit a friend of ours and watch the game. After the 10th inning we were like fuck this. We went to visit eliah at the extended inn in seekonk which is about 5 minutes from east prov. But somehow we get lost for a half hour. Typical. We decided to go to bickfords and get some coffee. Where we reflected on the past. And laughed are asses off at all the idiots we know/knew. Nick ended up showing up with his boys. It was chill. Thats like the second time this week ive seen him out and about. After all that i went home, went to sleep, woke up , said fuck this went back to sleep and called out of work. WOO HOOO im an official fucking moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays agenda.&lt;br /&gt;-Providence&lt;br /&gt;-Art freak with the german&lt;br /&gt;-Thayer street&lt;br /&gt;-asian paradise&lt;br /&gt;-Then.... i dont know. Its friday.</content>
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    <title>Josies on a vacation far awayyyyy!</title>
    <published>2003-10-17T00:04:25Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-17T00:04:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The outfield-Your love/Nirvana-Negative creep.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I hope the red sox kick some serious ass. I just want to laugh my rear off when the yankees get knocked off their fantasy pedestal. You think youre the bomb, well sugar tits, yous aint nothin. Some guy came into work today wearing a yankees jersey. He obviously has some sort of death wish. No one in the store was pleased. Another thing thats amazing,  Nirvana. If you think your too cool for nirvana, i really want you to do me a favor; Go to your kitchen sink, open the little cabinet underneath, grab the toilet cleaner and drink that shit. mmmmmmmmm taste nice huh? sleep asshole, sleep. The reason i bring this up is because while browsing some livejournals. I found some really hip kids talking about how OVERRATED nirvana is. What have you gone completley mad?! Hairdye should really be re-evaluated by the FDA because i swear it does intense damage to the brian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will br visiting NYC very shortly to see my good friend E.Soule at pratt. Get ready. Crystal rocks the party that rocks the body. "Dont say my cars topless say da titties is out"&amp;lt;-&amp;lt;-&amp;lt;- (cant get enough of it) you heard it here first.</content>
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