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  <title>Peer pressure caused this</title>
  <subtitle>Todd</subtitle>
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    <name>Todd</name>
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  <updated>2008-05-14T02:01:43Z</updated>
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    <title>Rats with hardons?</title>
    <published>2008-05-14T02:01:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-14T02:01:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">How many menopausal women do you think have flushed there husbands viagra pills down the toilet because she's not quite as randy as he is with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must make for a lot of sewer rats with hard dicks I bet.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:incused:180819</id>
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    <title>New shoes</title>
    <published>2008-04-30T00:35:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-30T00:39:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I picked out my new shoes at the RedWing store. The pair I picked out was in stock for my size. However the one pair they had in stock had a small tear on the side. So, my shoes are on order and I should have them next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redwingshoes.com/productdetails.aspx?prodid=1533"&gt;Red Wing Oxfords&lt;/a&gt; is what I ended up getting.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:incused:180654</id>
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    <title>Postal system can't spell?</title>
    <published>2008-04-23T04:35:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-23T04:35:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">United States Postal Service Blues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://rathervague.com/gallery2/d/16519-1/usps_cordovale.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a Credit Card settlement from the Cordova, TN USPS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:incused:180403</id>
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    <title>Irony</title>
    <published>2008-04-22T15:01:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-22T15:01:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Early today my brain created a song that was mostly it singing something to do with ad nauseam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the tail end of the song "Ad nauseam... Ad nauseam... Ad nauseam" wont go away in my head. It's stuck like a bad penny, or a broken record, or a damaged mp3.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:incused:180095</id>
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    <title>Boyfriend!</title>
    <published>2008-04-19T07:09:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-19T07:09:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My boyfriend is coming to town! I get to see him Sunday Night/Monday Morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood has elevated by at least triple since he's announcement</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:incused:179905</id>
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    <title>My bed rocks my socks</title>
    <published>2008-04-11T17:29:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-11T17:29:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last night the power went out thanks to a storm in the area. I expected it to come back on after a bit, but once we saw MLGW trucks across the way we figured we'd be without for a while. So, not being able to read or use the computer or TV, I headed to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power came back on about an hour later. The light turned on supposedly. Tad came and turned it off after I stayed under the light for half an hour or so. I slept right through a bright light right in my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temperpedic mattresses are worth their weight in silver.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:incused:179604</id>
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    <title>UPS</title>
    <published>2008-04-09T22:32:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-09T22:32:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Grr. The house lost power a half hour ago. My computer stayed up, but my wireless dropped. The router in the computer room died thanks to a dead UPS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr, Thing was only a decade old and on it's 2nd battery. I put a known good battery in it and it still wouldnt work... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever happened to people making good UPS's that live for decades to come? I bet in some rural area somewhere AT&amp;T has a UPS that is older than me that still kicking along.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:incused:179273</id>
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    <title>Trip to the coast</title>
    <published>2008-04-09T00:38:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-09T01:01:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Pictures"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rathervague.com/gallery2/v/main/ms0408/100_0209.JPG.html"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://rathervague.com/gallery2/d/16287-2/100_0209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rathervague.com/gallery2/v/main/ms0408/100_0211.JPG.html"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://rathervague.com/gallery2/d/16297-2/100_0211.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady I call Mama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rathervague.com/gallery2/v/main/ms0408/100_0229.JPG.html"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://rathervague.com/gallery2/d/16387-2/100_0229.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt's new girlfriend. Her name is Nicole. She's sweet. I like her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rathervague.com/gallery2/v/main/ms0408/100_0230.JPG.html"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://rathervague.com/gallery2/d/16392-5/100_0230.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rathervague.com/gallery2/v/main/ms0408/100_0238.JPG.html"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://rathervague.com/gallery2/d/16432-2/100_0238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stud and I. Nicole warned me he'd poop on me. When I got up from that chair I saw 4 little turds fall to the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus I'm fat. You can also see in this picture an example of Matt not respecting the property of others by looking at the wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:incused:179160</id>
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    <title>Coming to the coast!</title>
    <published>2008-04-01T16:29:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-01T16:29:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm off to the beautiful Mississippi Gulf Coast in an hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my parents, Matt, Gabby, Zylem, and grandma! and Fay and Kay!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:incused:178854</id>
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    <title>Cops bust Teen "root-beer" kegger</title>
    <published>2008-03-31T17:56:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-31T17:56:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/23851011/"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/23851011/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAUSAU, Wis. - Cars lining the street. A house full of young people. A keg and drinking games inside. Police thought they had an underage boozing party on their hands.&lt;p class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But though they made dozens of teens take breath tests, none tested positive for alcohol. That's because the keg contained root beer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The party was held by a high school student who wanted to show that teens don't always drink alcohol at their parties. It has gained fame on YouTube.com.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>eSweat</title>
    <published>2008-03-30T01:36:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-30T01:36:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I went to the Gym today for 600 calories -- as measured by the equipment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eSweat has the smell of satisfaction.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:incused:177948</id>
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    <title>Scratch one off the list</title>
    <published>2008-03-23T23:33:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-23T23:33:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have a policy of trying anything once when it comes to food. I learned I love sushi through this policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I tried chitterlings, and found out that&amp;nbsp;what I try doesn't always yield tasty results.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were better than expected, but not something I want to try. Erin, who had the chitterlings, even admitted she has to eat them with hot sauce. Supposedly these were good chitterlings by chitterling standards.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>Interesting time video</title>
    <published>2008-03-20T20:24:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-20T20:24:33Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:incused:177487</id>
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    <title>Transformer</title>
    <published>2008-03-15T18:23:23Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Last night at around 5am there was this loud clap of thunder. I just rolled over, said the hell with it. A minute later Tad comes to my bedroom and tells me a Transformer is on fire across the way. So I get up and look. Yep. It's on fire. The power is on in our place, but it's dark on the otherside of the spillway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called MLGW and reported it while Tad was looking for his power bill so that he could call the emergency line. I just called Billing and pressed the option for "I'm on fire or I know someone/something on fire". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reported it to the lady and she told me to call the fire dept. She couldn't give me the fire dept's number, so referred me to 911... I hate calling 911, but I did it anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them where it was and during the call I told the dispatcher that it looked like it was actually going out. She sent someone anyways. Not 3-4 minutes later (GO Cordova Fire dept!!!) I saw red lights and the fire truck pulled up. I told them where the fire was, but had since gone out. They went scouting to make sure it was ok. I beat myself up for calling 911 and there not *currently* being an emergency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. I woke up at noon today. MLGW is out replacing the transformer. You can see them on the pole. Forgive my camera being shittier than a phone camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="MLGW on the Pole"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rathervague.com/gallery2/v/main/misc/100_0130.JPG.html"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://rathervague.com/gallery2/d/16037-2/100_0130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Michael's Birthday</title>
    <published>2008-03-15T06:59:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-15T06:59:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/miklk"&gt;Michael's&lt;/a&gt; Birthday was the 12th. For it Tad and I made him a steak dinner and I made him this cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://rathervague.com/gallery2/d/16035-2/mikecake.jpg" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Juno</title>
    <published>2008-03-12T08:09:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-12T08:09:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My daily tasks for the day were: &lt;br /&gt;Eat some terrorist food at Kabob International... MmmmmHmm. If suicide bombers cook this good, why do they kill themselves ? &lt;br /&gt;Goto Marshalls and buy $114 in clothes. 3 pants and 2 shirts. &lt;br /&gt;Get a smoothie. &lt;br /&gt;Drop off clothes. &lt;br /&gt;Go see Juno, but on the way there be convinced I left the door unlocked -- so come home to find it locked. &lt;br /&gt;Go see Juno 2nd attempt. &lt;br /&gt;AWESOME Movie. I cried during the later part of the movie -- guess I'm emo like that. &lt;br /&gt;Goto Whiskers Wine and Spirits and get some chillable red that Bobbie seems to enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;Domino's is right next door, so I asked them for any reject/throwout pizzas. They didn't have any... &lt;br /&gt;Ate at sonic, since Domino's failed me. &lt;br /&gt;Came home with my box o'wine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've asked for reject pizza at Domino's 2-3 times in my history and never once have I got to enjoy some good old discounted messed up pizza... I have friends that have gone there and get it lickidy split. My luck I suppose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow... well, Today, is a special day for my boyfriend Ralph. I wish only that I was near him to cuddle up next to him. Keep him warm in the cool Milwaukee weather. I should get to see him soon, April maybe? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to learn how to meditate and clear my mind. It's all scattered a lot of time. My mind is like windows 95 that is trying it's damnest to pull off preemptive multitask, but in the just poops itself.</content>
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    <title>Global Climate change</title>
    <published>2008-03-07T20:56:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-07T20:56:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's March and is snowing outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's Global Warming, Global Cooling, no one knows and it'll be argued until the next iceage and we're extinct. There is surely some kind Global-something happening.</content>
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    <title>Talk about delay...</title>
    <published>2008-03-04T09:30:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-04T09:30:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have my credit union account setup to page me if a "large" transaction is made. I'm "poor" so a "large" transaction is &amp;gt;$100. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got a page on my cell.. I had a over 100 charge happen. and I hadnt made any oddball charges. so I thought -- oh shit, identity theft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I logged into my CU account and didnt see any activity out of the ordinary. Checked the text message more closely and it had been sent 1/28/08. whew... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But talk about a delay!</content>
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    <title>I survived!</title>
    <published>2008-03-04T09:24:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-04T09:24:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I survived a day at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a unix engineer impressed by my apache knowledge. She told me to come on up and talk unix with her. Ive always wanted to work in the unix dept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ironic it'd be of she helps me get into that position... me.. working with unix. Ha!</content>
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    <title>Steak and Bono</title>
    <published>2008-02-28T06:44:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-28T06:44:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Tonite Michael, Tad, and I joined together for a night of Buckley's steaks and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/U2_3D"&gt;U2 3D.&lt;/a&gt;The steak was one of the more awesome steaks I had, not as good as the time Ralph and I hit up Steak and Ale, but very good. Michael was the oddball, getting a 8oz filet to Tad and I's 14 oz huge-ass ribeye. My ribeye was cooked to perfection and needed no seasonings or extra "umph" to make it good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the steaks, we headed to Paradiso and saw U2 3D. Man! What a awesome show. There was one point in the film where Bono lit a fire and smoke came out. I swear to my god that I could smell the smoke. Michael and Tad didn't, but I promise you I did. I slipped out of reality for a bit and felt like I was really there, paying an arm and leg to see U2, when really I only coughed up $8-9 bucks, however much it is. (Tad paid for my ticket..) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. worth a shot if you have a 3D capable theater nearby. A night out with friends was also something I needed.</content>
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    <title>Diebold Accidentally Leaks Results Of 2008 Election Early</title>
    <published>2008-02-26T20:09:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-28T06:48:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/video/diebold_accidentally_leaks"&gt;http://www.theonion.com/content/video/diebold_accidentally_leaks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Embedding video removed, damn thing wouldn't disable autostart)</content>
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    <title>Crime tied to civil engineers</title>
    <published>2008-02-24T02:44:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-24T02:44:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The other day I discovered that crime is higher in cities with road systems designed by civil engineers on acid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this secret to high crime rates being tied to poorly designed road systems because I wanted to get angry while driving 60 miles to do something that was suppose to be a ten mile round trip. I didn't get angry and commit a crime thanks to my emotions being managed by crazy meds. That, plus, people like me are just incapable of anger. But damn it, I wanted to get angry if I had it in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roads in Memphis were designed by civil engineers on LSD. The best example I can provide are these: Kirby Rd, Kirby Dr, Kirby Parkway, Kirby Circle, and Kirby-Whitten Rd are all seperate roads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mt Moriah... it stops, turns into ridgeway, then back into Mt Moriah. Quince has a gazillion names depending on which atom of asphault your vehicle is on. Same with Park, Popular Pike, something else. Summer is Hwy 70. I haven't a clue where Kirby and Whitten meets on Kirby-Whitten Road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion... Memphis has a high crime rate and it's because the people can't find their way HOME!</content>
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    <title>scarey</title>
    <published>2008-02-18T09:00:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-18T09:00:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today I joined Prosper.com. I'm gonna take a few hundred bucks and lend it out to some folks that have high interests and great credit ratings to make some dough... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that was scary though is that I gave them my Tenn. license number and when I finished, they had pre-loaded my driver license picture into my profile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... scary to know that they can do that.</content>
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    <title>Do I pay this?</title>
    <published>2008-02-15T20:21:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-15T20:21:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Do I pay this bill?"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="MLGW Bill" src="http://rathervague.com/images/0powerbill.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:incused:174530</id>
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    <title>1 Year of no Feet [The cat]</title>
    <published>2008-02-15T20:13:42Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Today marks 1 year that &lt;a href="http://incused.livejournal.com/151104.html"&gt;Feet passed away&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss the little guy. Everytime I get someone making "biscuits" on me, I think of Feet. &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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