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    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:exit_to_eden:1520</id>
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    <issued>2005-08-04T13:26:00</issued>
    <title>exit_to_eden @ 2005-08-04T13:26:00</title>
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    <content type="html">Have not been on here in a while. &lt;br /&gt;Who knew moving from California to New York would be such a hassle! I have not even moved yet. It is so frustrating. I am all ready sick of college and I have not even arrived. lol Taht is a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get the meningitus shot tomorrow. Very scared about that. That may have been the cause of my brothers death(the cause was never found). I have to be monitored for a few days after I get it. I am not looking forward to having no alone time. At least a marathon of America's Next Top Model will be on. It will give me something to do for the weekend.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:exit_to_eden:1032</id>
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    <issued>2005-07-24T23:00:00</issued>
    <title>No, I don't know what it is</title>
    <published>2005-07-25T06:00:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-25T06:00:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v42/xSchuldigx/109012206_l.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want one. I want one. I want one.&lt;br /&gt;It is the most disgustingly adorable thingy I have ever laid my eyes on. I simply adore hairless creatures(like the hairless dog breed). It is so repulsive that it begs to be cuddled and adored. I would do both. I would cuddle it and smother it with my suppressed nice feelings.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:exit_to_eden:877</id>
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    <issued>2005-07-23T16:54:00</issued>
    <title>exit_to_eden @ 2005-07-23T16:54:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-23T23:54:12Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I was walking my dog yesterday and this girl approaches me. It was nothing odd, many people wish to pet my dog and shit so I was like, whatever. Turns out, she is not there for the dog. Instead she tells me she saw me walking him a few times and always had this question to ask me. I give her this look that signifies: go on, but make it quick. So, she asks the question, "how do you get your body?" At this point I am rolling my eyes at her idiotic question. I look her up and down and notice she needs a lot of work and probably does not understand the phrase, "good days workout." So, at this point, I had two options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tell her the truth. I work out like a mother and eat next to nothing everyday. *that* does not sound fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tell her I am a coke addict. Bingo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A slight smile appears on my face and I say, "well, your first step is to get addicted to coke. Two weeks of that and your all ready half your size. Along with this, I would suggest fucking your dealer. That way you don't have to pay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The face she gave me was priceless! If I were not in such a horrid mood I would have laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, *I* I thought it was funny!</content>
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    <issued>2005-07-18T13:22:00</issued>
    <title>art that makes you go insane</title>
    <published>2005-07-18T20:22:18Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Funny how painting can bring me so much peace and ease but at the same time it can drive me insane. I think that is what is happening to me. I am being driven insane by my work. I spent the last two days simply staring at a canvas I painted black. For hours I sat and I looked at the canvas. Nothing else. I did nothing but stare. I have not been able to start of finish a piece in months and it is making me crazy. I have so many ideas in my head that I cannot get out and they need to come out. Same goes for my writing. I have not been able to write anything decent as of late. I think I know why so many people say there is a very fine line between creativity and insanity. One can drive you right to the other.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:exit_to_eden:454</id>
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    <issued>2005-07-17T00:03:00</issued>
    <title>Giving this a go</title>
    <published>2005-07-17T07:06:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-17T07:06:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Right. Since words fail me at the moment, my first entry shall be dedicated to Gari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/xGlassCandyx/garitheinsignificantgnomemini.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can be said about Gari. No one really cares about the guy. Nope. My friends easily brushed him aside as nothing special when I showed him off. They usually like my “art.” Thus, he got the name, Gari the Insignificant Gnome. He is insignificant. Poor little fellow.</content>
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