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  <updated>2007-09-05T00:18:19Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:piecesusedtofit:3013</id>
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    <title>piecesusedtofit @ 2007-09-04T20:10:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-05T00:18:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-05T00:18:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Soo, eventful day today.&amp;nbsp; I went into town to get some more stuff for school, just things for the kitchen and whatever. Got my cell phone, who hasn't been named yet, of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my grandmother told me that I would be a better person if I read and followed the Bible! Yaaayy! And people wonder why the majority of wars are caused by religion. Holy crap.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Mariana's Trench is playing in Barrie while I'm in Kitchen. What the fuck is up with that, Josh Ramsay? What the hell?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:piecesusedtofit:2730</id>
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    <title>piecesusedtofit @ 2007-08-29T23:26:00</title>
    <published>2007-08-30T03:32:00Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-30T03:32:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Mugshot</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So my grandmother, Angie, Kyle&amp;nbsp;and I went to the mall today. I needed to get luggage for the move and the others just wanted to shop.&amp;nbsp; We went to get something to eat first and while we're sitting down, Kyle started going on about how he finds brand names ridiculous. Especially in clothes, and how you're just paying them to advertise for them (am I the only who thinks that sentence is wrong?).&amp;nbsp; So I look at what he's wearing, just because it's the natural thing to do and SON OF A BITCH! He's wearing &amp;lt;i&amp;gt;American Eagle.&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt; I found the whole thing ridiculous and just proceeded to ignore him the rest of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because he's a trendwhore, you see (and I say this as I listen to music on my iPod) but because he is an annoying little bitch. :D</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:piecesusedtofit:2110</id>
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    <title>piecesusedtofit @ 2007-08-08T22:26:00</title>
    <published>2007-08-09T02:44:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-09T02:46:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So some people are inspired to go running every day thanks to all the magazines that feature stick-thin people. The media drills it in people's minds: you have to be thin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't do it because of the magazines.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="CLICK!"&gt;.&lt;img alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b225/Taykru/LJ/Adventure1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS is why I got for a run every day! He has a very persuasive smile.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b225/Taykru/LJ/Adventure2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all ready to go. We're in the middle of a drought, so STFU about my lawn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b225/Taykru/LJ/Adventure3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my street. We run down it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b225/Taykru/LJ/Adventure4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the gate to the place where Pepper likes to frolic best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b225/Taykru/LJ/Adventure5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But OH NOES! Some stupid people actually believe that this soccer field is made for playing soccer!&lt;br /&gt;This'll make Pepper very upset, because it means he cannot run free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b225/Taykru/LJ/Adventure6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No? He doesn't look angry? Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b225/Taykru/LJ/Adventure7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b225/Taykru/LJ/Adventure8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we pass by the soccer people and finally Pepper can run free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b225/Taykru/LJ/Adventure9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves to go into the river for a tiny bit, just enough to cool him down and to get a drink.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b225/Taykru/LJ/Adventure10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This of course, makes his feets all muddy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b225/Taykru/LJ/Adventure11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we get back and he's had his water, I ask if he wants to rest a bit in the shade.&amp;nbsp; "Delightful idea!" He replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's our run! &lt;br /&gt;I realize Im not a very good photographer.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:piecesusedtofit:1949</id>
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    <title>piecesusedtofit @ 2007-08-06T06:29:00</title>
    <published>2007-08-06T10:31:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-06T10:31:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I got up early today and decided to go for a morning run with Pepper.&amp;nbsp; Usually when I drop my running shoes on the floor to put them on, he comes right away. But he must have been really sleepy this morning, because I had to go and get him. As soon as he saw me with the leash, he was up and ready to go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; We go at a pace the both of us can handle, and when I stop to look at the scenery he'll stop as well and look back at me, as if to ask "What's the hold up, here?" I guess we don't share the same idea of what's beautiful, but we both agree that there's nothing better than morning runs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:piecesusedtofit:1667</id>
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    <title>piecesusedtofit @ 2007-08-04T13:04:00</title>
    <published>2007-08-04T17:05:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-04T17:05:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Beatles - Hey Jude</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My dog, Doc has eaten a plethora of my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate him. I hate him and his big 'ol nose and his fluffy, teddy-bear like self. I am going to make him into a rug. And then I'll let PEPPER chew on him. And WE'LL SEE HOW THAT FEELS.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)</content>
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    <title>piecesusedtofit @ 2007-08-03T23:04:00</title>
    <published>2007-08-04T03:05:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-04T03:05:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Jen got some sort of chicken wing sauce all over her back at work today. It wasn't until I looked closer that I saw it looked just like a crucifix. I told Jen that I wanted he rshirt so I could sell it on Ebay but she just wouldn't give it up. Damn her. &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>piecesusedtofit @ 2007-08-01T23:01:00</title>
    <published>2007-08-02T03:07:58Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-02T03:07:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jack's Mannequin - Bruised</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So sue me. I didn't update on time, and it isn't going to be interesting. But I'll have something better tomorrow. Maybe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a day of empty conversations. 90% of them were all fake, with me just saying the right things but not really caring or meaning them.&amp;nbsp; How awful is that? I just couldn't relate to anything yesterday, and I didn't care.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it was the heat, or the fact that I hung out with a headache all day. I dunno. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually write my updates in my head and by the time I get around to actually write them, I've lost interest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uh. Yeah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:piecesusedtofit:787</id>
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    <title>piecesusedtofit @ 2007-07-27T22:22:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-28T02:22:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-28T02:22:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm gonna update this properly sometime tomorrow after work. I'm telling Kay to remind to do it, as well. So it SHOULD freakin' happen.</content>
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    <title>piecesusedtofit @ 2007-05-30T01:10:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-30T05:13:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-30T05:13:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Mariana's Trench - Decided To Break It</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I figured it was about time I got back to writing crap in one of these. I started a new one just because the other is too heavy with other stuff. So I'm starting anew! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon's peeking in at me through my window and it's a little cute if not intrusive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, I did this thing because I wanted to write all my thoughts down and at the moment there's &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; in my head! So maybe it'll have to wait until tomorrow. :)</content>
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