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  <updated>2008-03-09T14:50:13Z</updated>
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    <title>sleepersawake @ 2008-03-09T10:43:00</title>
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    <content type="html">I woke up this morning with the most disgusting conglomeration of pimples that have joined forces to create a super pimple. There is a smaller, but similar situation going on on my chin. I don't want to go anywhere at all today but I am supposed to go to lunch with my dad and also get coffee with Derrick. I do not wish to do either of these things cause I am like Kelly on Saved by the Bell and am very embarrassed by this face situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am watching a show in which people try to incite a sasquatch attack. WTF. Why would you do that? This show is awesome though. I want to sit here all day and watch it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:sleepersawake:772</id>
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    <title>sleepersawake @ 2008-03-08T10:18:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-08T15:21:41Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Furthermore, it would be great if everyone stopped flaunting their love and were miserable like me. &lt;br /&gt;I am sick of your laughing and giggling, and groping in the kitchen.</content>
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    <title>sleepersawake @ 2008-03-07T20:51:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-08T02:10:42Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I feel as if I need to get drunk. Sloppy, outrageous, unbalanced drunk. I feel as though my drinking career should start today and I should never look back. I will show up to parties uninvited and everyone will know. They will look at each other with that expression on their faces like "Oh god, here comes the shitshow." And I will not disappoint. Of course none of this will happen because I cannot yet purchase alcohol, am too afraid to steal my roommates', and am too afraid to call someone on the phone, let alone crash their parties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is obvious that no one wants me around. Things I am good for: 1. Driving the car-less places they need to go. 2. Doing people favors like sitting in the apartment alone all day so upon his arrival, a boyfriend of theirs can call me and I can let him in so he can get his backpack. 3. Answering text messages when I receive them, they are never ignored. Things I am not good for: 1. Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday or really any night of the week. 2. Fun times. 3. Conversations. 4. Exciting adventures to all corners of the universe, or at least this town.  Things I do very well when alone: 1. Weep. 2. Sob 3. Get horrifically angry at everyone and everything. Like bone crushing rage in which I want to go out and hit people with my car just because it might feel good. Where I hope that everyone who has ever wronged me even in the slightest will magically appear and I will get to hit them with baseball hats until a. they are broken or b. they want to hang out with me because sometimes, most of the time, I feel terribly alone. I do not want people's pity either. I do not want last minute "Hey I have these plans with other people but if you want to tag along that is cool but its really not cause you weren't invited in the first place." text messages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took off my glasses and can't see to find them. My life is very hard.</content>
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    <title>sleepersawake @ 2008-03-07T17:28:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-07T22:39:23Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;in a previously unheard of move&lt;br /&gt;this is not friends only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content>
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