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  <title>Matt</title>
  <subtitle>Matt</subtitle>
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    <name>Matt</name>
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  <updated>2004-09-12T04:34:08Z</updated>
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    <title>Technically it's still the 11th in Greenbow</title>
    <published>2004-09-12T04:34:08Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-12T04:34:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Happy birthday Tina.  Hope you're drunk somewhere right now.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:i_like_cheese:27183</id>
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    <title>i_like_cheese @ 2004-09-05T20:04:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-06T00:05:29Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-06T00:05:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yeah, so I walked by &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2004/US/South/09/05/game.shooting.ap/index.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; about 5 minutes before it happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pissed off, I don't even have the words.  People are so stupid sometimes.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:i_like_cheese:26933</id>
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    <title>In case anyone was actually wondering.....</title>
    <published>2004-08-27T13:37:26Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-27T13:37:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I didn't win the cruise last night.  But that's ok, cause I don't really have the vacation to go anyways because I'm using up 10 days in December to go to a better cruise.  So ppppffftttttt to you 96 Rock and Icehouse.</content>
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    <title>I'd like to thank the academy</title>
    <published>2004-08-26T11:59:34Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-26T12:00:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I went to this bar &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/i_like_cheese/25986.html"&gt;the other night&lt;/a&gt;, and some chick wearing an Icehouse shirt came up to my roommate and I and asked if we wanted to sign up to win a trip, or a boat, or something.  We weren't really paying attention.  But in the interest of getting her to leave we filled out the form she had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the other day I got a call from some guy from the local radio station saying my name had been picked and I was a finalist for some trip, or some boat or something.  Again, not really paying that much attention.  I got home and told my roommate about it, and he said he had gotten a call from him too.  I figured they must have called everyone that was at the bar that night, but just because I'm curious about stuff like that I called the guy back.  Turns out that they only picked two finalists from that night, and only 10 total.  So tonight I have a 1 in 10 (if all the other finalists show up) chance of winning a fabulous trip for two to....somewhere.  There's &lt;a href="http://www.therockboat.com"&gt;a website&lt;/a&gt;.  Seems like it might be fun.  Doubt I'll win, but at least it's an honor to be nominated.  Or something.</content>
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    <title>G-G-G-G......GMAIL!!!</title>
    <published>2004-08-24T04:52:40Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-24T04:52:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Does anyone want a gmail account?  I have an extra invite.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:i_like_cheese:26117</id>
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    <title>required post drunken "I-don't-feel-so-good" post</title>
    <published>2004-08-22T16:19:22Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-22T16:19:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh to be 19 again.</content>
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    <title>i_like_cheese @ 2004-08-22T03:08:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-22T07:06:17Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-22T07:06:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm drunk and thought about leaving a bunch of drunken comments in everybody's journal but instead I'll do the catch-all-drunken posting and hope that everyone leaves comments.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee drunk!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!</content>
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    <title>I miss people</title>
    <published>2004-08-20T10:19:23Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-20T10:19:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Where did everybody go?  I know I changed to a weird schedule but I'm not completely offline during normal waking hours.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katiepie: You popped back up, but where are you?  I miss you sugar, come talk to me sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather: Where are you?  What's going on?  Are you still moving?  I need updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat: How come you're never on AIM anymore?  or are you just on different hours now.  I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina:  I wish you had AIM.  I haven't really "talked" to you in so very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace, Ruby, other HT people:  Message me sometime.  I get bored but I'm too shy to start conversations on my own.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there.  I'm not 10% as depressed as I was a few months ago.  But every now and then I get small bouts.  Help me.  Please.</content>
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    <title>i_like_cheese @ 2004-07-09T14:24:00</title>
    <published>2004-07-09T18:22:21Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-09T18:24:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So it had been a few months since I had a haircut.  and about as long since I had shaved.  So this morning I was looking quite shaggy and was sporting the full beard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to &lt;a href="http://www.netpath.net/~bigmatt/me.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;change that&lt;/a&gt;.</content>
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    <title>i_like_cheese @ 2004-07-04T02:48:00</title>
    <published>2004-07-04T06:49:00Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-04T06:49:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I'm back.  I didn't have internet for a while there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that anyone missed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll have to forgive me.  I'm throwing myself a pity party tonight.</content>
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    <title>i_like_cheese @ 2004-06-19T06:52:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-19T11:12:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-19T11:12:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I guess I haven't updated in a while.  I was waiting to update until I could give an update that went something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My life is perfect, I'm making tons of money, I love my job, I love my new apartment, and oh yeah, I'm in love with the most beautiful girl ever"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, scratch that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life still isn't perfect.  I'm making decent money.  I kinda like my job (which is still 1000 times better than walmart and if I ever forget that kick my ass and tattoo it to my forehead), I think I'm gonna like my new apartment, we move in next weekend, and as for the in love part....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did meet a girl on eharmony, and I did really start to fall for her.  Pretty hard actually.  we went out a few times and things looked pretty good, but then I realized that I was falling in love with &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) the idea of being in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) the projected image of my ex onto this new girl.  Yes there were similarities between the two, but I realized that the reason it was so easy for me to easily fall for this new girl was because I was pretending that she was someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I backed off from pursuing her, and for the last week, I've had minimal contact with her.  Which is surprising because I thought that she was falling for me too and now that she's not pursuing me too hard I'm forced to wonder if she doesn't like me, or if she's just shy, or she's hurt/confused because I went from sixty to zero in 3.2 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah.  That's my life.  Still not perfect, but a hell of a lot better than it has been for the past 2 years.  I'm no longer in perma-depression mode.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt; :::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, weird thing of note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday my Dad's Mom's sister died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my Mom's Dad's sister died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying to God that these things aren't happening in threes.</content>
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    <title>oh dear God.  Monster in a wheelchair!</title>
    <published>2004-06-04T02:30:00Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-04T02:30:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="250" align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" align="center"&gt;&lt;font style="color:white; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;i_like_cheese's LJ stalker is disabled!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;font style="color:black; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;disabled is stalking you because another friend of yours told them you liked them. They are also leaving anonymous abuse on your journal!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;form method="POST" action="http://www.go-quiz.com/stalker/stalker.php"&gt;LiveJournal Username:&lt;input name="uname"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Who is your LJ Stalker Friend?"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/stalker/stalker.php"&gt;LJ Stalker Finder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>i_like_cheese @ 2004-06-03T15:00:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-03T19:00:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-03T19:00:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh my God I love my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.</content>
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    <title>i_like_cheese @ 2004-06-01T10:06:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-01T14:24:20Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-01T14:27:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Life is good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I got to see my family, &lt;a href="http://www.netpath.net/~bigmatt/ava/avaandme1.jpg"&gt;my girl,&lt;/a&gt; (who turns 3 in a few weeks) and some friends I hadn't seen in a while.  Then when I was coming home I remembered that some friends of mine had moved really close to where my parents live, so I gave them a call and hung out with them for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came home and had a new eharmony match that I ended up talking to for a few hours before I went to bed.  But you know how the eharmony thing goes so I'm not getting my hopes up too much.  (when does my membership on that site end again?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really still like this new job, but for the time being I'm bored out of my skull.  I'm "training" on 1st shift, but really training = waiting for something to happen.  and not a whole lot is happening so far.  No one's telling me what to do, but there are several people that can see my monitor from their desks, so I can't even surf too many web sites without feeling like I'm gonna get in trouble.  When I start my normal shift, next week, I won't have anyone around to see what I'm doing so I'll be free to surf where I want to surf (all of this sounds like I want to surf for porno, which really isn't the case, I just don't like people seeing what I'm doing all the time) I just wanna be able to go to fark or a few message boards and be able to click links without worrying about what pictures pop up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, if my biggest problem is that I have to wait a week to be able to surf the internet sites that I want, then I think that's a sign that my life is headed in the right direction.</content>
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    <title>i_like_cheese @ 2004-05-28T17:29:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-28T21:32:58Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-28T21:32:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So today was a slow day at work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much so did nothing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in training, but since nothing went wrong, there wasn't a lot of stuff to train on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm loving it here.  It's nice to work for a company that doesn't suck.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just assumed that I'd be working this weekend, but they looked at me like I was crazy when I asked what time I should get here tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and you know that holiday thingie that the rest of the country has on Monday.  Yeah, I get that off too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's free sodas and snapple in the fridge.  FREE!  that's like....as many as you want.  For free.  I still haven't gotten any because soda is bad.  but yeah.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I'm gonna love this job.  Especially when I get switched to my normal shift.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!</content>
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    <title>i_like_cheese @ 2004-05-27T15:16:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-27T19:16:24Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-27T19:16:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm posting this from my new job.  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got tons to learn.  I'll be swamped for a week or so.  But after that, it looks like this job is gonna be sweet.</content>
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    <title>i_like_cheese @ 2004-05-26T18:55:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-26T22:54:39Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-26T22:54:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Things I'll have to start paying for now that I can:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rent (yeah it's been about 6 months.  So back rent, + current rent.  That's gonna suck for a while)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than the minimum balance on my credit cards.   It's funny how my balance is actually growing every month even through I haven't (been able to) charge anything to them in a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student loans.  Unemployment deferment only works if you're unemployed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's Cable bill.  Don't ask.  But she's asking for $50 a month because dad says he doesn't want to waste the money.  Plus I kinda owe her a few thousand dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra rent.  Now that I'll be living in a 2 bedroom place instead of 3.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  I'm not sure I'm gonna be able to do it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still worried a bit.</content>
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    <title>Loooooooooong Story Short</title>
    <published>2004-05-22T04:04:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-22T04:04:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Guy Roommate breaks up with girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl Roommate is whore and when she can't pull ass from a club, comes home and fucks guy roommate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes on for a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy roommate is still leading ex-girlfriend on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex girlfriend comes over to see guy roommate when he's not home.  Ends up talking to me for a few hours, during the course of said conversation it might have been mentioned that guy roommate and girl roommate are fucking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy roommate comes home.  me leave.  Huge fight ensues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy roommate is pissed.  Ex girlfriend is pissed.  Everyone is pissed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general life sucks at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm STILL not getting laid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.</content>
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    <title>Update</title>
    <published>2004-05-20T03:51:32Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-20T03:51:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I got a real job today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pays about twice what I'm making now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I get to work with computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More money = Not depressed anymore + Working with computers = many more updates.  Possibly ones that aren't depressing as hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI.</content>
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    <title>So close.</title>
    <published>2004-04-24T08:33:01Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-24T08:33:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">OK so what do you call it when you make plans to meet someone at 1 in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a "Backrub"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd call that a booty call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you call it when you get over there at 2 in the morning and she doesn't speak to you at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd call it chapter 2,387 on why I'll never understand females.</content>
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    <title>i_like_cheese @ 2004-04-21T21:33:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-22T01:30:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-22T01:32:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">OK.  So maybe some of y'all will remember the wheelchair lady underneath us that wakes me up every morning by slamming her door?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No?  well anyways ever since J moved out and the female roommate moved in, that lady has been complaining about the noise coming from our apartment on an almost daily basis.  Now I will say that K (the female roommate) is a little on the noisy side and she does have a small dog that perhaps jumps on and off the couch and makes a thud or whatever when he lands.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this bitch is crazy.  She complains about us opening closet doors, about how loud we walk, about everything we do.  Not at 3 in the morning mind you, but at 3 in the afternoon.  She's turned us in to the apartment complex several times and they've asked us to keep it down, but given us no specifics on what we're doing that's so loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways we have a ping pong table in our garage.  which happens to be directly next door to her study.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  I think you see where this is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my other two roommates go down there about 7:30 to play some ping pong since we just cleaned out the garage and it's just recently started getting warm enough to play.  and of course within 5 minutes of playing there's a knock on the door.   We answer and begin to have it out with her.  I've always been more than considerate when dealing with her.  I've helped her carry her groceries in from her car, I've pushed her up the hill when it iced and she couldn't get traction.  I've gone down there to change her light bulb.  I've been one nice motherfucker.  But when I'm living my life in the exact same way I have been for the past year and a half, and now all of the sudden I'm getting the cops called to my apartment for having some friends over to play poker until 2am (and then laughing when they see how much noise we're actually making) I'm gonna be pissed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways she asks if we can stop playing ping pong, and I ask when would be a good time to play ping pong because it's not past 10 (when she told us she goes to bed and asked us to be quiet)  She said that since the garage was so close to her apartment that she prefer that we never played ping pong.  I told her that wasn't an option.  We basically agreed to disagree and I told her to call the apartment complex again if she felt she needed to because we were done talking to her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had the sudden urge to play ping pong.  *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my roommate and I played ping pong for the next hour or so.  not really playing.  Just trying to make as much noise as possible.  I have a road sign I stole and we propped it up against the wall and played target practice with it for a while.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point I whispered (literally) to my roommate about how ironic it was that she was complaining about how loud we walked and joked that not all of us had the luxury of not being able to walk.  I purposely whispered this so she wouldn't be able to hear us but I guess the walls really are thin, because she yelled "I'll remember that the next time I wheel by you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.  good times were had tonight.  We played ping pong for a while longer and then I said loudly "I'm not sure how much longer I can play ping pong out of spite" and the STOMPED up the stairs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF the bitch wants to start something then I'm gonna have fun.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's on now.</content>
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    <title>OK this it a lil weird.</title>
    <published>2004-04-21T23:00:21Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-21T23:00:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm still doing that eharmony thing (yeah yeah I know) and in the past 24 hours I've been matched up with a Jessica, a Kate, a Kat, a Tina, and a Heather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange, no?</content>
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    <title>i_like_cheese @ 2004-04-21T03:02:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-21T06:59:16Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-21T06:59:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had a friend find my journal recently and she asked me why I haven't updated in so long.  And I had to think about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically the reason, is I've been too depressed.  Which is saying a lot because I typically only updated when I was upset anyways.  So being too depressed to talk about how depressed you are is pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight I found out some possibly good news.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if everyone could keep their fingers crossed for me, I'd appreciate it.  I gotta get out of this funk.</content>
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    <title>Girl Updates.</title>
    <published>2004-02-27T23:40:06Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-27T23:40:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So there's this girl at work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's kinda cute.  And funny.  We're friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a boyfriend.  Which hasn't been a problem because I thought she was happy with him and to be honest I can't really see myself with her so it wasn't an issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over Christmas they got engaged and then a few weeks later they called it off.  (he called it off)  but they stayed together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then broke up, then got back together, then broke up....etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those deals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last week (the last time I updated as a matter of fact)  he did something really horrible to her, and said something really horrible to her and it looked like they were done for sure.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me a letter to read that she had written to him basically saying that she was done with him forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked if she could come over to my apartment to get drunk and spend the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sleep in my bed.  With me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she came over, got too drunk, confessed her love for me, and started crying because she was afraid that sleeping with me would piss off her (ex-?) boyfriend and she wasn't raised to be that type of girl, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that I wasn't planning on doing anything that she would regret and ended up taking her home that night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hasn't said 5 words to me since that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out through another friend at work that she's back with her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday he was wearing the hat that I gave her the night she came over.  I wondered if he was doing that to piss me off.  I wondered if she was letting him do that to piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then yesterday she asked me to call her at 10:00.  I called her and she was eating dinner so she said she would call me back.  She never did.  Today I asked her why not and she said her and her boyfriend were fighting.  She said they were fighting because he was jealous of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her for a second and I said "Well maybe he should be"  and walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like...separate from that...here's my thoughts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she's not the one.  I could never see falling in love with her (although I already really like her as a friend)  I think she's hot and I would totally hook up with her.  But it's not like I'm stressing it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flipside, her boyfriend is a real asshole and she would be better off without him.  But I'm worried she might be falling for me and looking for me to replace him as the love of her life.  I don't want to end up hurting her more, but I wouldn't mind getting laid here sometime this millennium as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice.  Now!</content>
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    <title>I want y'all to take this and tell me what you get</title>
    <published>2004-02-24T08:09:44Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-24T08:09:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.chuckchamblee.com/dom/fun/yankee_dixie_quiz.htm"&gt;http://www.chuckchamblee.com/dom/fun/yankee_dixie_quiz.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 94% dixie.  only 94%?</content>
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