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  <title>Personified Carma</title>
  <subtitle>"you do bad things, bad things happen to you."</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Ashley Mc.</name>
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  <updated>2005-02-07T18:21:26Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:plaidlipstick:39023</id>
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    <title>Raping your man-friends</title>
    <published>2005-02-07T18:21:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-07T18:21:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Faint; Desperate Guys</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Laura's creepy like that with the rape kit... And me and Terena and creepy for plotting and co-shopping for it.&lt;br /&gt;I got my internet back. I've had it back for a good while now.&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is slowly approaching and my momma es forcing me to have a party. She is bribing me with shmalcohol. I just wanted to go to Vegas instead. Oh well, maybe next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have the best parties near my elbows, thanks for the cake.&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:plaidlipstick:38862</id>
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    <title>vatthehell?</title>
    <published>2004-12-17T16:22:39Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-17T16:22:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, things suck now. Yeah. My father was being a greedy asshole and took my internet the other day. And didn't even tell me about it. I called him to ask him what was up with the internet. His reply: "I took it. I told your mother I was going to." To verify, my mother does not use the internet. Thusly, she doesn't care. And he also was in the house, in his office RIGHT NEXT TO MY ROOM, and didn't bother to tell me. My x-mas list of things he's getting from me just keeps shortening. How odd....&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm at the library updating this b/c I don't ever get email so it's not like I'm online for that. Their is an old couple sitting down the row from me. The man won't shut up. It's funny; in that '12-yr-old found a dirty picture online and can't stop talking about it to his friend' sort of way. So, now that I have to get my own internet, what's something inexpensive and decent? I need it people, this library thing ain't cuttin' it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:plaidlipstick:38555</id>
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    <title>I'm purple and I don't know where I am!</title>
    <published>2004-12-12T06:46:38Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-12T06:49:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Radio 4; Partycrashers</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today work was like a big, reuniony, not-so-fun-'cos-I-was-at-my-job, party. I had everybody comin' in to see I. Gode Damn the Ash is fuckin' great. With her job at a gas station that is the muttafuckin' suck!&lt;br /&gt;So, back to, stuff. I saw &lt;i&gt;B2: Trinity&lt;/i&gt; on Wed. It was hot like a fondue pot and Parker Posey was as cute as a bug in a rug tryin' to eat you with A1. I also saw &lt;i&gt;The Spongebob Squarepants Movie&lt;/i&gt;. Yeeeah. Which was also hot, in a different sortaway. It was even more ambiguous than the cartoon. And Mr. Krabs said "ass". It was truly shocking. Except for not.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I have nothing else to tell you so I'm going to bed. I'm sure you'll get over it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:plaidlipstick:38216</id>
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    <title>pathetic really</title>
    <published>2004-12-09T18:24:52Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-09T18:24:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Action Action; Druglike</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I didn't go see the Jimmy concert or the 97x concert. I decided it was going to be McLame. Coheed was one of the, 2 bands I wanted to see. And it ended up with Claudio doing acoustic. I understand the circumstances, but still, I dwernt all for it.&lt;br /&gt;So, on some even more frustrating news, my parents are getting a divorce. Yeah. My dad had a mid-life epiphany, and decided that a new wench and her 2 kids are the answer to us. I understand that it was coming EVENTUALLY. And he says it has nothing to do with &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;. But regardless of what he says, I'm not stupid. I've been in a few, less severe yet familiar situations. He's, I guess, trying to be kind in talking to me + my brother. But he talks to my mother so fucking harshly. I don't know anymore. I'm staying out of it as much as I can. Fuckitall.&lt;br /&gt;Laura's working at my job now. Yeah, supa. Acre's girls takin' on Chevron. Ho's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit son, got me some Dr. Suess bandaids! You can't touch that! No Touchy bizMc.hofer!!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:plaidlipstick:37961</id>
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    <title>Wow, that was some awesome soup</title>
    <published>2004-11-17T17:13:38Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-17T17:13:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Depeche Mode; Enjoy The Silence</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Really.&lt;br /&gt;So Chris has caused me to lose both of my phone lines by calling obsessively + costing me $350. FUCK THAT! So, as you can see, he's not dealing with the break up all that well..... He said he'd pay for it, but I'm not counting on that. So I'm getting a new phone # and I'm taking over that bill. And it'll be a cold day in hell before he gets THAT number.&lt;br /&gt;So, I want to go to the Jimmy Buffet concert, but I don't think I'll be going. Kind of bitchass, but that's how things be. I might go to the 97X concert dealio in DEC. It seems asifit could be decent.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the mood for a new tattoo. I just have to be oh-so commando 'bout it still b/c I have to get all jobified again soon. I'm about as fed,the,fuck, up with them as I can get. As always I'm giving them an opportunity to straighten up before I high-tail, but I think they've screwed me over in every way they can at this point. YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well, you bore me. And by that I mean I have nothing else to tell you and I need to clean. &lt;br /&gt;mmmm, tacos.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:plaidlipstick:37676</id>
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    <title>Beesh, I no talky</title>
    <published>2004-11-05T06:44:16Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-05T06:44:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bjork; Oceania</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, where the hell have I been? Let me tell you, son. No where special. I just haven't been all, updatey 'n' stuff + junk. I got a lame ass virus, but it only infected IE, so as long as I use the MSN Explorer I'm super.&lt;br /&gt;As far as my all-important personal life, I have seperated from the beloved Christopher. I still love him, but I just couldn't deal with the emotional phychotics within the relationship. We made it a few days short of a year, so that is something I'm proud of anyway. We talk daily. So now we're doing the same amount of fighting, only I'm fighting back ;) &lt;br /&gt;I still hate my job. I just wanted to mention that.&lt;br /&gt;How was eberynones Halloween? Good I hope. Mine was good. Or at least, better than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not much to report. As usual. But I'll try to be around lj more often. I think that was just one of those social pauses my oh-so-many friends havin' ass has to take from time t'time. Be on now! On I say!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:plaidlipstick:37444</id>
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    <title>Home sweet Tomb</title>
    <published>2004-09-11T16:53:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-11T16:53:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We're FINALLY boading up our windows. After 2 hurricanes my father decided &lt;i&gt;hm, catagory 4, might want to board this bitch up.&lt;/i&gt; So tada! Now our house looks creepy and we have no outside light. It's not just generally strange. Just for our house b/c from sunset to sunrise it's &lt;i&gt;streaming&lt;/i&gt; with sunlight. Which is why I have those kinkesque burgundy, fuck-the-sun curtains. My mother is insisting that the crisis work I have to do to prepare for the Ivancane is clean the bathroom, b/c "I don't know how many people will be coming over and I don't want it to be dirty!" Yeah really.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the word for today is &lt;i&gt;nerosis&lt;/i&gt;. At least, for me it is.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:plaidlipstick:37162</id>
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    <title>I own me.</title>
    <published>2004-09-10T01:44:40Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-10T01:44:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Radiohead; Creep</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I know I'm an alright gal. Every single night it's the same thing... get along, argue for no reason, apologize, repeat. I've never done anything to deserve this. I'm my own person and can make my own goddamn decisions. I'd rather be alone and make my own decisions then be with someone and controlled. I am not controlled by anyone. I've given everything and gotten shit in return. I'm too good for that, even if being too good means being alone. Because no one else treats me that way. I lived without him for 18 years. I dont need any of it. It isn't worth what I get for my effort. B/c what I get is nothing. Things WERE fine. But I was too happy for it to last. And when it's inevitably over I'll realize that in full.</content>
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    <title>again?</title>
    <published>2004-09-03T17:02:08Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-03T17:02:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>We Might Be Giants; Particle Man</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hurricane, Hurricane. Getting another, Hurricane. Everyones, going insane! Hurricane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evacuate, Evacuate. Everyones coming down here to wait. Grouping up, to meet our fate. Evacuate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to die, Going to die. Not quite sure, exactly why. Hopefully it will pass us by. Going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's cursed, Someone's cursed. Hope you get killed by the end of this verse. Could be a bum, could be a nurse. Someone's cursed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurricane, Hurricane. Maybe we'll just get a little rain. Disneyworld's, going down the drain. Hurricane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__&lt;br /&gt;That's my hurricane Frances, everyones evacuating to me, someone must be in for it, hope we don't get destroyed, song.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:plaidlipstick:36626</id>
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    <title>need it now!</title>
    <published>2004-08-24T17:10:47Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-24T17:10:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This is awesome! I really want it! &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hottopic.com/store/product.asp?LS=0&amp;amp;ITEM=226403&amp;amp;RN=100" target="_blank"&gt;Hug a Pug!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that makes your dilly hard how fuckin' great that is.</content>
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    <title>they'll show Kiss!</title>
    <published>2004-08-18T04:11:41Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-18T04:11:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Paul Oakenfold; Creamfield</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, coffins at Cosco. I'm not exactly sure about the morality level, but hey, "cool coffee table."&lt;br /&gt;I think my job purposely ignores me sometimes. This week I only work one day. That's just redamndiculous. What's even more so is the fact that I work in two different stores and COLLECTIVELY have one day. P-fucked up yes?&lt;br /&gt;I finally watched Hellboy. It was better than I thought it might be. I loved Abe. He was pimpesque. And my favorite  bad guy had to be Kroenen. That bitch was scary. Good movie, yes.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah that hurricane absolutely missed me. It was nothing but another FL afternoon shower. In fact, its final course was right through the evacuation area. WTF Charlie?!</content>
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    <title>Bitch, don't touch me</title>
    <published>2004-08-12T16:03:00Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-12T21:59:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>AFI; The Great Dissapointment</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Bwant! Ok, I noticed a trend in LJ that, though I understand, I don't &lt;i&gt;get&lt;/i&gt;. I will read the livejournal. Either of a friend or a total stranger. And they will say personal things to &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;. It's very strange thinking someone I've never met really needs to talk to me, or loves me very much, or hates what I did with their sister and wants me To FuCkIn DiE.... Ok, I just wanted to start with an observation.&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess I've got hurricane Charles heading ABOVE me. Everyone's been so, consumed with it. But I am getting its ASS. I went through Andrew and that wasn't all that fun. Today will be fun though. Because today is an excuse for a party. A party between two people named Laura and Ashley who don't get along with most people. I'm sure it will be stufuckingpendous.&lt;br /&gt;Hm. I think I'm going to go get my eat on. Sgetti sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hurricane has gone from being upstate above us, to directly on us &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; it's become a force 3. As exciting as it is, it's really really really shcary. Be scerred for me.&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>save the drama for your baby mamma</title>
    <published>2004-08-06T03:17:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-06T03:21:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Cherry Poppin' Daddies; Zoot Suit Riot</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Look, just because I'm cool doesn't mean you have to follow me around. Oh, that's right, people don't do that. Now that I've fixed that problem...&lt;br /&gt;So, what have I accomplished? MMM nothing as usual. But, since I'm finally getting paid alright, I got to go shopping tonight. Online, but whatthefuckever. I got an ass-kickin' purse. I needed one. I love my purse, but it's falling apart and I can't keep it together forever. Sometimes things have to change. :p&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, the drama that's been around lately. It usually doesn't directly involve me but eventually something does. This bitch from Indiana, who's living down here with her fiance's family (Laura's boyfriend's family) befriended Laura and I. Well, Laura has been nothing but kind to her. Giving her rides, hanging out with her. I recommended her to my boss for a job. Not b/c I had to, but b/c I did it do be nice. Turns out she might be sleeping around on her fiance (which I guess she had a history of in her previous abode) with Laura's boyfriend. She's been trying to make it seem as if she's happy w/ her fiance around Terena, Laura, and me. But she tells Will the EXACT opposite. So, not only will she be bitched-out and beatin-up, but homeless and jobless as well. So tell me how dumb-ass like you have to be to fuck yourself over THAT hard. Sucks to be you I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I shpent today with Chris-to-pher. ^_^ I just wanted to tell you that so you will go somewhere and cry due to your emense envy and jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;Doo-da-lee, Doo-da-lee, Doo-da-lee-doo....</content>
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    <title>mmmm, sleep</title>
    <published>2004-08-04T05:22:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-04T05:22:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ever wake up really early and think you have to do something,  just to realize, you don't? I love that.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the mall yesterday and actually went SHOPPING. I bought some jeans, a shirt, some PJ bottoms, and a hoodie. I got the hoodie from Aeropostale(?) and it's so godamn comfortable. It brown and really really soft. It was only 20 bucks and I needed a new one. So now I got and extra soft one. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Well, there was supposed to a HUGE flood-causing storm sometime between sunday and now. It broke up into peices. Fuck. But that's fine. At least it's raining.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in dire need of a caffine fix. I haven't had anything but some cereal today. That's really sad.&lt;br /&gt;TO THE FRIDGE, BITCH!</content>
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    <title>work work workity work, fuck</title>
    <published>2004-08-01T17:12:29Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-01T17:12:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>AC/DC; Highway to Hell</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I stay up until late hours of the night online but for some reason I choose before I go to work to update this. I'm loserly like that sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;So, work has gone from giving me almost no hours to giving me more hours in a week then I have seen since starting there. And it's unfuckingbearable. I HATE the other store. It dirty, it's tiny, it horribly busy, I have no time to finish anything, even a brownie square, and most of our costumers speak NO ENGLISH. Not to mention I have to wash my clothes several times a day b/c I reek so badly of fried chicken. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Me + Laura went to Planet X the other night and in walking to the door some pervy old guy w/no hair on the top of his head turned around and was like "lookin' good ladies." EW DUDE. I won't lie, we had sex with him like 10 times in the parkinglot after that. But it was still gross. (Ha!) Yea hoke-a, He looked like that guy on Drew Carry that slept with Mrs. Lowder, that old crochity bosses widow. Yeah, welcome to my gross, old ass pervy man hitting on you in the parkinglot of a porn shop, world.</content>
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    <title>plaidlipstick @ 2004-07-29T03:30:00</title>
    <published>2004-07-29T07:30:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-29T07:30:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Rob Zombie; Dragula</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I think that today was officially hell. I had the most shittatastic day at work. I won't be going in for anyone on a fuckin' lotto day ever again. It was raining and all + our equipment was messed up, making my day even more difficult, so this fuckin' hag was just being her old, crochity self. I charged her twice for a dollar soda. And in trying to explain "I guess I left it on, I can refund it." she, in the most bitcherific way possible, told me that "There's no I guess! I'm not paying for something twice." I guess frugal fidge hos don't make mistakes. Especially over A WHOLE DOLLAR! I'll say one thing though. She is a shoe-in for Hamlet, that overdramatic rim jobbin horse peepee!&lt;br /&gt;On the positive side I won 25 bucks on a 2 dollar scratch off. When you're ultra-poor, that's some good news.&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to HCC tomorrow. I REALLY need to take the damn CPT. Fall courses start the 26 of next month. Being a grown-up ass adult sucks.</content>
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    <title>Reading = Stardust</title>
    <published>2004-07-25T17:47:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-25T17:47:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, I keep procrastinating making an appointment for the ADD thing. I know I absolutely need to, but I also know it'll be just one more fucking thing wrong with me. Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;I've got so many different problems up my ass right now I can hardly see straight. College, a new job, this mental bullshire... I try and take care of them as quickly as possible but theirs always a problem involved. I went up to the college like, 4 times last month and the Admin. office wasn't open. &lt;br /&gt;I have to go down to the Hardrock Casino + talk to someone important about getting a job. I've never met this person before but I have to go ask him to give me a job. Basically a brash begging to be hired ASAP. ek.&lt;br /&gt;The past 2 days at work have been absolute hell. Friday was unfuckingbearably long, and last night was lottory (which, keep in mind it's up to 19million), so that was oh so fun.&lt;br /&gt;I've been talking about getting my stardom on and I s'pose it sparked some ambitious flame in my co-whore Laura. She's gone + bought a microphone, and a comp. sound kit, and now she's working on a bass guitar. And book on how to become famous. Well, c'mon, it's bound to be entertaining some how.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, work is now, talk is later.</content>
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    <title>I'm just quick like that</title>
    <published>2004-07-23T17:35:21Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-23T17:35:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yeah, so, quick update before I go to work. See the new layout? That's the color layout for my new website. It will no longer be called Anti-Whore. Unfortunatly, my hostess lost her website so it won't be personally hosted either. :( Oh well. But if you have a site and you want to host it, be my guest. I'll give you more details later. Foo.</content>
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    <title>november rain just couldn't wait</title>
    <published>2004-07-20T07:19:02Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-20T07:20:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Postal Service; Such Great Hieghts</lj:music>
    <content type="html">What the hell is up with my icon? Why can't I see it if it wasn't deleted? BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;So, we went to Tallahassee. It was a lot of fun. It sucked some of the time. But for the most part, the fun happened. We got to hang out with the band for longer than we usually do, and spent the night, ass-stickering the band 'n' crew. weee.&lt;br /&gt;I watched the M. Night Shamalan thing on Sci-Fi. And I really don't know what to think. A little too dramatic for even my taste. I mean it wasn't extremely horrible, or I wouldn't have watched the whole thing. It was basically way over-cheesed. &lt;br /&gt;We've been getting rain for a couple weeks straight now. Especially at night (early morning technically). At around 2-3am. It's nice though. Except for the LOUD thunder. It wakes me up AND my brother's dog up. So it's just me being annoyed at conciousness + the dog's yelping for 30min at 2am. But besides that it's been good.&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned my vanity today. It needed it SOOO bad. I'm all proud of how good I made it look.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to be examined for ADD. I've suspected I've had it since like, 8th grade. But I'm not a doctor so whatthefuck do I know? But, come to think of it, look at how many different subjects I had in this little entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ill! Ill bitches! ;)</content>
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    <title>plaidlipstick @ 2004-06-25T01:23:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-25T05:24:10Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-26T04:07:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;The Orlando Show&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, needless to say it was fucktabulous. So, now that we got that out of the way, I'll esplain the experience: (you can skip to the actual show part. This is pre-show babble)&lt;br /&gt;We got to Universal about 4:30pm. While smoking in front of the Hard Rock, a woman taking phone pictures came up and took one of us. Then, two redumbculous guys come up to me and Laura, chattin' it up about who the band is, what they sound like, our fav. band. Ok, they left, good. Then, on the way back from a soda run, some ugly emo kids were starin' me 'n' Laura hardcore. (it's not our fault we have a sence of class. [ask if you're interested] ). Then a guy came up + sat next to us and started conversation. Just about who we were + where we are from. Finally it was time to go inside and when we got in, they were scoping for people who wanted to be interviewed for MTV. I volunteered &lt;b&gt;The Acre's Girls&lt;/b&gt; for it. So we went outside, interviewed, and came back in. We left for a smoke then came back and talked to James (tour manager) for a while. We went back and our buddy had made other buddies: a boy + a girl, both 21. Well, we got on the conversation of alcohol and some rather large middle school girl starts shouting in our direction, "Hey, we know you're 21, we don't care!!" It's one thing to be speaking, to her, about being 21. It's a whole other obnoxious experience to be well away from her and to be speaking within a group and blurt things out to appear witty and cool. Anyway, that was prettymuch all  the before show shtuff.&lt;br /&gt;(THE SHOW)&lt;br /&gt;The show started with a faux applause. Then they came on stage. And let me say that, as far as crowd interation goes, they get an A. They performed everything from Shmack! as well as an older song of theirs, and AC/DC's "Back in Black" (if you've been to their shows, you basically knew all of this.) Tyson (who's leg is at 99% strength) did some brakdancing and got into the crowd, rapping between me and Laura. So then it was the end, but, they got (COUGHaskedforCOUGH) an oncore. And  upon the repetitive Steriogram chant, they came out and performed Road Trip... again. ;)  And Walkie Talkie Man, to which MTV spewed yarn on the band and steamer's thoughout the whole scene. And at the end (the real end) Jared made sure we got a drumstick.&lt;br /&gt;(AFTER THE SHOW)&lt;br /&gt;Not much happened. We got to the back of the merch. line, and waited. When we finally got their, we got our stuff, and chatted it up w/ them. Me + Tyson talked about his foot, and his dancing. Jared wanted us to go with them out, somewhere, but we had to leave b/c Laura had to work, so I we diddone scooched plans to Tallahassee.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all folks. After that we got home and went the hell to bed. And guess what, I'm going to go do that again. right...now.</content>
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    <title>lettin' you know</title>
    <published>2004-06-10T06:49:53Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-10T09:33:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Steriogram will be in Tallahasee July 6. It's important you go. If you don't, you're going to burn + boil. got it?</content>
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    <title>angry at numbers</title>
    <published>2004-05-27T06:30:25Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-27T06:32:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>311; You Wouldn't Believe</lj:music>
    <content type="html">not really. Alright, so, I'm all like, um, grabbed-you-ate-it &amp; all. Yeah bodey. It was fun I s'pose. Kind of gay. Just a little,but for the most part fun. It almost sucked a massive Vlassic dill: Laura was going to pick Chris up to go to grad, but for personal reasons that came up literally, 2min. before I had to leave, couldn't. I couldn't tell you the hellish conversation I endured w/him after that. So, I graduated 'n' all, and I was walking out to get my diploma, and there he was. I could have cried. Turns out he walked half way there. That's, from Plant City to the Fl State fair grounds. Someone he knew just happened to drive up + give him a ride the other half. How unbelievably sweet is that?&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;a href="http://geocities.com/lilrebel119" target="_blank"&gt;The Acre Girls&lt;/a&gt; have a LJ now. :::&amp;gt;&lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/users/acregirls" target="_blank"&gt;TAGAY!&lt;/a&gt; So you need to be all, 'click' + stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Indian Rocks on Friday. Yeah! I've been anticipating this trip all year. It's really the only time I get to go to the beach. Ironically I live in FL + love the beach. We're taking Laura this year. That's good b/c I don't like being on shore a-lone. woot!&lt;br /&gt;So, funny thing at work. At like 10:30 last night a woman came in to buy 2 packs of cigarettes for her son but can't remembers which one. She all of a sudden asks me if I am a friend of Lashell. Then she goes "Yeah, see I'm David's (Lashell's boytoy) mother." That was great fun. She was super worried about my safety. From she time she walked in the was talking about "Be safe." weee-ard. Quit reading. Who, besides me, would think about that. Tard.</content>
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    <title>events! no not really...</title>
    <published>2004-05-12T16:56:52Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-12T16:56:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Slipknot; Diluted</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, I got a job. I work at Sprint. (the gas station) Not really a bad job. I bagged the Hess idea b/c they are fucking ridiculous to the people working there. I grabbed-you-ate on the 24th. wooh! Doesn't make much difference to me; I've been out of school since my birthday. It sux the big one though b/c I haven't really seen anybody since I left. I've been able to hang out w/ Shannon, Lashell, Christina + Steven, and Jeff at parties though. At least I see them then.&lt;br /&gt;The idea has resurfaced that Chris + I are going to get a place. That had to be put on hold b/c people weren't willing to hire him b/c of his injury. But he has been job searching and found a couple of places that will. So now with the both of us having full time jobs, we gots the moneys. ^_^ &lt;br /&gt;Alright. For the lack of updating going on, that was an awfully short entry. Or maybe it's just my mad lazy skills. And maybe that would explain why I have like, 10 friends. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;h3&gt;STERIOGRAM + THE DARKNESS: JUNE 5TH&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>p-p-p-wease?</title>
    <published>2004-04-27T04:37:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-27T04:37:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Prince Quick Mix; Everyday</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;I - CAN'T - HEAR - !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deserve erritarded sympathy. You know you want to... All the cool kids are doin' it. Please? I need it!</content>
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    <title>into the future the hopeful gaze</title>
    <published>2004-04-26T17:35:54Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-26T17:35:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Soda Club; Take My Breath Awa</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm doing the 'finding a job' scramble. I need moneys soon b/c my first car payment is due on the 17th. It SUCKS to be all, responsible 'n' shit. But we all must take that plunge eventually, roight? It's alright b/c I think I already have all the moneys I need for this month, but I'm still stressin' for them bills! Money is evil shtuff guys!&lt;br /&gt;My computator has a cold. :( We are one in the same. My stomach muscles hurt from all the hard core coughing. MY ears feel stuffed worse then a baked potato. I can't hear very well, and what I can hear sounds really fucked up. It's Weeard.&lt;br /&gt;I got to see Chris fro 3 days inarow. I drove up on Fri. after he got home + stayed 'til about 11:30pm, then went back up Sat. + stayed the night. We woke up at like 3pm. I couldn't believe I slept that damn late. I usually sleep 'til 11/12. So we hung out for a bit then I came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;pimpin':&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/community/bandaidfan/"&gt;Band-Aid Bitches&lt;/a&gt; Give it a chance. NOW</content>
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