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  <title>Misery loves company</title>
  <subtitle>Misery loves company</subtitle>
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    <name>Misery loves company</name>
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  <updated>2002-12-28T13:48:45Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darkdragon:63245</id>
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    <title>&amp;gt;_</title>
    <published>2002-12-28T13:48:45Z</published>
    <updated>2002-12-28T13:48:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">why must people flood my comments page??? i mean, shit...if i thought the post was guna turn out like this i wouldent have posted it. &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darkdragon:63174</id>
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    <title>shit hits the fan.</title>
    <published>2002-12-25T03:25:38Z</published>
    <updated>2002-12-25T03:25:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">darkeNINgneo: yo&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: Yo, man.&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: What's up?&lt;br /&gt;darkeNINgneo: nothin&lt;br /&gt;darkeNINgneo: u?&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: Same old same old.&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: Work's been nuts.&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: As you can probably imgaine.&lt;br /&gt;darkeNINgneo: yep&lt;br /&gt;darkeNINgneo: so what'rey ou doin for christmas? lol&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: Going to Anne's family's house.&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: Anne's the girl my dad is dating, in case you forgot.&lt;br /&gt;darkeNINgneo: oh cool&lt;br /&gt;darkeNINgneo: what about after christmas...like some sort of i dunno....post christmas party?&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: I'm trying to clear one with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;darkeNINgneo: who's goin if he says yes?&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: I'm still waiting on a fresh number.&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: He's uncertain as of so far.&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: You're invited if you want to come.&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: I just warn you I'm not too sure on if anyone besides myself bought you anything.&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: And we'll have to be quite quiet.&lt;br /&gt;darkeNINgneo: mmhhhmm....so now i'm invited becaus e i confronted you about it?&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: See, that's why I didn't invite you to begin with. You've been bitter towards anything.&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: I mean, why bother coming if you're just gonna sit there like you did at Hooters?&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: Man, you can come. You're one of my best friends, but try to have so damned fun.&lt;br /&gt;darkeNINgneo: i'm always bitter because i'm always excluded from things&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: And you're always excluded from things because you're bitter.&lt;br /&gt;darkeNINgneo: but why oh why was i bitter to begin wth?&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: Dude, I never said this, but you have some major issues to work out with Grant.&lt;br /&gt;darkeNINgneo: with*&lt;br /&gt;darkeNINgneo: issues wit grant?  dotell&lt;br /&gt;darkeNINgneo: do tell&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: He always gives me shit.&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: It's one of the reasons I try to keep you two apart.&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: Problem is, without grant, I don't have Jay nor Antoinette.&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: And without Jay, I don't have Natalie or Diana.&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: And then I'd be doing the same thing I do now.&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: I mean, I've told you quite a few times recently that we should hang out.&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: So, don't turn this back on me.&lt;br /&gt;darkeNINgneo: grant gives you shit about me?&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: He's just overprotective about Antoinette.&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: Stupid boyfriend garbage, really, but I'd rather that than a fight.&lt;br /&gt;darkeNINgneo: it's not my fault he's insecure&lt;br /&gt;darkeNINgneo: it's really not fair that i have to be dropped for grant&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: I never said it was.&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: Trust me, though. You're not missing much.&lt;br /&gt;darkeNINgneo: that isn't the point&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: Antoinette and Grant screw around. Jay and Natalie cuddle. I hang outside and smoke.&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: Hang out in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;darkeNINgneo: so what about joe&lt;br /&gt;darkeNINgneo: and jessie&lt;br /&gt;darkeNINgneo: why do you even have these "hang outs" if they suck so much?&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: Joe usually hangs out more with Jordon and stuff because he honestly can't put up with anyone besides myself and Diana.&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: DIana always works late.&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: And Jessie hasn't been hanging out with us too much lately.&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: I've been questioning that myself a bit lately.&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: I might switch over to school friends.&lt;br /&gt;darkeNINgneo: ok&lt;br /&gt;darkeNINgneo: that's all folks.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darkdragon:62947</id>
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    <title>GASP!!!!!! a....post....FROM CHRIS!?!?!??!?!?!?! NOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooo!!!!!!</title>
    <published>2002-10-25T05:52:38Z</published>
    <updated>2002-10-25T05:52:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tool</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://quiz.ravenblack.net/blood.pl?414884526"&gt;http://quiz.ravenblack.net/blood.pl?414884526&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go there.....and sighn up if ya want......</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darkdragon:62677</id>
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    <title>darkdragon @ 2002-09-28T12:22:00</title>
    <published>2002-09-28T16:19:37Z</published>
    <updated>2002-09-28T16:19:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/nineliquidheads/quiz.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://198.110.214.16/images/jhonen.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/nineliquidheads/quiz.html" target="new"&gt;Which Jhonen Vaquez character are you?&lt;/a&gt; By &lt;a href="http://www.deadjournal.com/~emreznor"&gt;EmReznor&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darkdragon:62209</id>
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    <title>The truth comes out</title>
    <published>2002-09-24T13:35:45Z</published>
    <updated>2002-09-24T13:35:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Its too early for music.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I've decided im going to try and change...into somthing...other then what I am now....offcourse I dont exactly know what I AM now anyway so it may be a bit of a challenge, but hey what are ya gunna do...I'm sick of the way I am now...&lt;br /&gt;Im trapped..&lt;br /&gt;and I can't find a way out.....</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darkdragon:62058</id>
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    <title>P.S.</title>
    <published>2002-09-24T13:26:17Z</published>
    <updated>2002-09-24T13:26:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">That post was supposed to be up two days ago, but due to LJs lack of a stable server, its not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt;-&amp;gt;-continue--&amp;gt;&amp;gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darkdragon:61925</id>
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    <title>ouchies my head hurts....</title>
    <published>2002-09-24T13:24:43Z</published>
    <updated>2002-09-24T13:24:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tool-stinkfist</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well that is weird...i just met some people that knew me andy joe and adam...none ofyou know and i haven spoken to em in a loooooong time...but anywho thats it for now...im tired...why am i so frigging tired all now...oh well good night...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darkdragon:61538</id>
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    <title>Yoinkers!</title>
    <published>2002-09-11T03:07:56Z</published>
    <updated>2002-09-11T03:07:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Darkening Neo: whatcha doin?&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: Joe's grandma...in da butt.&lt;br /&gt;Darkening Neo: ........               ......... ............... .......... ..........&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: And you?&lt;br /&gt;Darkening Neo: ummm&lt;br /&gt;Darkening Neo: recovering from shock sticken state&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: Of what?&lt;br /&gt;Darkening Neo: you....joes grandmother....butt....::passes out::&lt;br /&gt;ididNotthinkahea: It's the only hole on her that's still half way tight.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darkdragon:61284</id>
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    <title>Familiar</title>
    <published>2002-09-04T03:23:30Z</published>
    <updated>2002-09-04T03:23:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hmm I've seen this befor...oh yea...i was excluded again...I suppose Im not cool enough to hangout with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, I should be used to it now, considering it happens all the time...so why do I try? I dont know, it's so fucking annoying...&lt;br /&gt;but whatever I got my point accross no sense in beating a dead horse... blah im going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chris</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darkdragon:60974</id>
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    <title>.....For You</title>
    <published>2002-08-23T13:46:31Z</published>
    <updated>2002-08-23T13:46:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Staind-For You</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well yesterday was quite the eventful day, i made a new record...Im quite pleased with myself&lt;br /&gt;yesterday I got into a whole eleven main fights with my dad thatbranched off to a few more fights..but in anycase after he was done de-humanizeing me and admitting that i was a compleate fuck up to him....I went home i didnt really feel like posting about all this shit then, so I didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this morning i got home from where i had to be...but offcourse the teacher forgot what i needed at home...so offcourse....I catch all the godamn flack for it..."you DID REMEBER to go today.....RIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT?" "If I call the teacher hes gunna say you were there today?" sure dad go ahead and threatin me....fuckin asshole goddamnit I hate him. Then when the fight is over USUALLY i have to listen to him say sorry and listen to how hes always been there when i needed him and some other bullshit that he says just to redeem himself for what hes done....but not this time...he didnt say anything like that even though things sofend up a bit towards the end of the night...but whatever I ask myself if I would accept the bullshit that he gives me redeem himself if he ever tryed it this time...and no...I can't see myself accepting it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure he didnt kick my mother and I out on the street when he cheated on her with his fucking girlfrined and moved out, but seriously, that was his fualt, not ours, he made the goddamn choice not me OR my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he really doesnt have a point cuz it all leads up to that...him leaveing, but whatever im tired of talking about him now, I' ve got other things to worry about other then his fucking attitude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chris</content>
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    <title>"The everyday life"</title>
    <published>2002-08-22T02:52:53Z</published>
    <updated>2002-08-22T02:52:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>KoRn-Thoughtless</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well, here i am again...slone with nothing to do, i suppose i should be getting used to it considering its been like this for a few weeks now...im tired of having to do things that are pointless and missing out on everything...its quite annoying and fusstrighting for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into another fight with my dad today....surprise surprise and offcourse he caplains that i dont talk enought and i keep everyting inside like my mother...but then i actually told him a few things....and he took them lightly like they should just roll of my back.......fuck him...so whatever...&lt;br /&gt;so anyway i ate dinner over his house becuase i  felt bad saying no....and then i found out that i missed out on a gettogether cuz i felt bad for someone that just yelled at me and dehuminized me a few hourse befor...so yes its true....nice guys DO infact finnish last...and if your going to try and prove me wrong...go for it...im pretty sure i can shoot it down one way of another....</content>
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    <title>Damn....</title>
    <published>2002-08-21T05:33:33Z</published>
    <updated>2002-08-21T05:33:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What the fuck was up with the musicle guest on Conan?!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darkdragon:60232</id>
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    <title>&amp;gt;_</title>
    <published>2002-08-19T05:48:34Z</published>
    <updated>2002-08-19T05:48:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>KoRn-Lies</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Why am i going through so many gdamn emotion changes?....and no its not what your thinking Joe so dont say it....Im suddenly getting pissed off at every little thing that would normaly just roll of my soldiers and go into the little box in the back of my head where i keep all those thoughts that i dont want to think about, but it seems that. that box is overflowing...and everything is coming out onlky 2X as worse....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go out of my way most of the time for....most people and dont get anything in return.....oh wait i get a bunch of bullshit throw at me...I do somthing nice people jump at the first inperfection they can find...just to say it cuz it would make everony laugh..."Chris you cant take it, Chris is the only one wearing light colors, Chis looks so goofy" argh!! FUCK!!!! I HATE PEOPLE!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darkdragon:60080</id>
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    <title>&amp;gt;_</title>
    <published>2002-08-19T05:48:12Z</published>
    <updated>2002-08-19T05:48:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>KoRn-Lies</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Why am i going through so many gdamn emotion changes?....and no its not what your thinking Joe so dont say it....Im suddenly getting pissed off at every little thing that would normaly just roll of my soldiers and go into the little box in the back of my head where i keep all those thoughts that i dont want to think about, but it seems that. that box is overflowing...and everything is coming out onlky 2X as worse....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go out of my way most of the time for....most people and dont get anything in return.....oh wait i get a bunch of bullshit throw at me...I do somthing nice people jump at the first inperfection they can find...just to say it cuz it would make everony laugh..."Chris you cant take it, Chris is the only one wearing light colors, Chis looks so goofy" argh!! FUCK!!!! I HATE PEOPLE!</content>
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    <title>Pfft</title>
    <published>2002-08-18T05:21:15Z</published>
    <updated>2002-08-18T05:21:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>...</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well just came back from a "party" glad to know ryan and all of his lame ass friends had a good time...me and other people ended up getting dicked over.....&lt;br /&gt;And if your thinking "Well you dont need alcohol to have fun" stop and think...thats not what im complaining about....they come in...shut off the music treat us like were some sort of rejects and segrigate everything....well i should be used to that...it happend all fucking day to me...oh its personal oh its this oh ou cant hear this.....even though the majority of the people know whats going on...im sick of this bullshit...people call me their friends and they dont trust me enough to keep a secret fuck that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chris</content>
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    <title>My meters</title>
    <published>2002-08-11T05:55:19Z</published>
    <updated>2002-08-11T05:55:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" bgcolor="#ccddcc" width="300"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size="1" color="#000000"&gt;My Romance Meter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" bgcolor="#ccddcc"&gt;&lt;tr height="30"&gt;&lt;td width="85" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size="1" color="#000000"&gt;Optimist 80%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table height="30"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="80" bgcolor="#ff0000"&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20" bgcolor="#0000ff"&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="85" bgcolor="#ffffff" align="right"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size="1" color="#000000"&gt;20% Cynic&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr height="30"&gt;&lt;td width="85" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size="1" color="#000000"&gt;Close 68%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table height="30"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="68" bgcolor="#ff0000"&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="32" bgcolor="#0000ff"&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="85" bgcolor="#ffffff" align="right"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size="1" color="#000000"&gt;32% Distant&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height="30"&gt;&lt;td width="85" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size="1" color="#000000"&gt;Long Term 69%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table height="30"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="69" bgcolor="#ff0000"&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="31" bgcolor="#0000ff"&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="85" bgcolor="#ffffff" align="right"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size="1" color="#000000"&gt;31% Brief&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atomictemple.com/electrons/tests.htm" style="color:#118811"&gt;What does my romance meter read?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" width="400" bgcolor="#ccddcc"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="5" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffFF" style="background-color:#ccddcc; color:#000000"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff" width="100" height="150"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" width="100"&gt;&lt;tr height="50"&gt;&lt;td width="100" bgcolor="#000066"&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height="50"&gt;&lt;td width="100" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height="50"&gt;&lt;td width="100" bgcolor="$990000"&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffbb"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size="1" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is my spectrum?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am red: &lt;/b&gt; My main color is red.  This means I am goal oriented.  Success is important to me.  Achievment is the marker of a great life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="100" bgcolor="#990066"&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffee99" colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atomictemple.com/electrons/tests.htm" style="color:#118811"&gt;What is my spectrum?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" bgcolor="#ccddcc" width="300"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size="1" color="#000000"&gt;Will Chris Survive A Pit Match Against Clinton And Bush?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" bgcolor="#ccddcc"&gt;&lt;tr height="30"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table height="10"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&amp;lt;td width=36 

BOO YA!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darkdragon:59224</id>
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    <title>Ummmm??? I</title>
    <published>2002-08-11T05:30:35Z</published>
    <updated>2002-08-11T05:30:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>ummmmm i dont know...whos on first?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;table border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" bgcolor="#ccddcc" width="300"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size="1" color="#000000"&gt;Book Worm Meter for Chris&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" bgcolor="#ccddcc"&gt;&lt;tr height="30"&gt;&lt;td width="85" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size="1" color="#000000"&gt;Shut In 49%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table height="30"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="49" bgcolor="#ff0000"&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="51" bgcolor="#0000ff"&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="85" bgcolor="#ffffff" align="right"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size="1" color="#000000"&gt;51% Out Of The House&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr height="30"&gt;&lt;td width="85" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size="1" color="#000000"&gt;Intellectual 77%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table height="30"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="77" bgcolor="#ff0000"&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="23" bgcolor="#0000ff"&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="85" bgcolor="#ffffff" align="right"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size="1" color="#000000"&gt;23% Moron&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height="30"&gt;&lt;td width="85" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size="1" color="#000000"&gt;High Attention Span 95%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table height="30"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="95" bgcolor="#ff0000"&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="5" bgcolor="#0000ff"&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="85" bgcolor="#ffffff" align="right"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size="1" color="#000000"&gt;5% Low Attention Span&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height="30"&gt;&lt;td width="85" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size="1" color="#000000"&gt;Bookitude 57%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table height="30"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="57" bgcolor="#ff0000"&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="43" bgcolor="#0000ff"&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="85" bgcolor="#ffffff" align="right"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size="1" color="#000000"&gt;43% Book Burner&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height="50"&gt;&lt;td width="85" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size="1" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Book Worm&lt;/b&gt; 69.5%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table height="40"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="69.5" bgcolor="#ff0000"&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30.5" bgcolor="#0000ff"&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="85" bgcolor="#ffffff" align="right"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size="1" color="#000000"&gt;30.5% &lt;b&gt;Bug Stomper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atomictemple.com/electrons/tests.htm" style="color:#118811"&gt;Take your bookworm readings.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That seems a bit inaccurate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darkdragon:58998</id>
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    <title>Road Test</title>
    <published>2002-08-06T15:36:35Z</published>
    <updated>2002-08-06T15:36:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Natcho Man Music...dont you read?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I PASSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I PASSED!!!!!!!! w00t!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ::turns on Natcho man music and dances::&lt;br /&gt;ok im tired im going to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chris</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darkdragon:58847</id>
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    <title>Moo2</title>
    <published>2002-08-02T16:59:30Z</published>
    <updated>2002-08-02T16:59:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hmm those of you that have taken the quiz in my profile.... question number 8 asks what i stryd for in life... well it IS beating the shit out of danny with a baseball bat...for those of you that picked that one.....</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darkdragon:58603</id>
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    <title>When the WALLS come tumbleing down</title>
    <published>2002-08-01T06:34:10Z</published>
    <updated>2002-08-01T06:34:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Staind-Tomrented</lj:music>
    <content type="html">And thats that....my friend tryed to commit scuicide....slit his wrists and poped some pills...that just a load off m soldiers right now...as if i needed more to worry about right now...ill have to see if hes doing ok tomrrow...one of my good friends is there...and my moms in there too...he might die...she might lose her foot i ahve the pressure of the stupid drivers test from my fuckin dad...life couldent get ANY better right now...not ANY FUCKING BETTER!!!!!!!!!! ::sarcasm anyone? whatever...this sucks.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chris</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darkdragon:58337</id>
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    <title>take it...bowhahahahahaha</title>
    <published>2002-07-31T18:55:11Z</published>
    <updated>2002-07-31T18:55:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/takequiz.php?quizname=020731140147-Moo~p20Cow"&gt;Take my Quiz on QuizYourFriends.com!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darkdragon:57956</id>
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    <title>Just keeps gettin better and better......</title>
    <published>2002-07-29T19:17:56Z</published>
    <updated>2002-07-29T19:17:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Staind-Mudshovel(Tormented version)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well for those of you that dont know, my mother is in the hospital and she is very ill.&lt;br /&gt;She went in on monday becuase i called the ambulence...makes sense right? yea i figured her blood suger just got too low like all the other times and that she'd be out in like two days.&lt;br /&gt;WOW was i wrong. we found out that her foot got infected....the one thats big incase no one noticed she had a deformety in it...but now its infected and shes probably gunna lost her foot...goody goody, Shes been in there since Monday and there still no sighn of when she gunna come out...the docters have no idea...and NO I'm not blameing them it just means that the situation is pretty bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a better note...i have the house to myself and Shes ATLEAST stable with her blood suger and all, but anywho i gotta go mow the lawn ill tlk to all you wounderful people some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chris</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darkdragon:57790</id>
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    <title>grrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRR</title>
    <published>2002-07-23T18:20:28Z</published>
    <updated>2002-07-23T18:20:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">WHY THE HELL IS IT SO FUCKING HOT!?!?!?!?!?!? &amp;gt;_</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darkdragon:57461</id>
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    <title>System of a Down</title>
    <published>2002-07-23T15:35:19Z</published>
    <updated>2002-07-23T15:35:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Deftones-Didgetal bath</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ok.....Andy and i went on a road trip yesterday and a concert...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter one: The Great Journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after Vikki left Andys house at around 5:15 andy got his hair all ready and i got the directions to Courty's house.&lt;br /&gt;Then we got in the car and strayed from Mapquest's "great" directions in about 20 minutes....&lt;br /&gt;after that little fiasco we found ourselves on the LIE cuz we skipped a few things on the directions....it was telling us how to get to the LIE the entire time..the first 8 lines of directions....that is.&lt;br /&gt;Then offcourse when it came time get off at Courty's exit we took a wrong turn and ended up in the Pine Berrens and we were tunning low on fuel at this point....offcourse.&lt;br /&gt;So we had to get off at the next exit to find gass, but offcourse us being in the middle of nowhere AKA East Bumblefuck as Andy called it thre werent any gas stations for quite some time, about 3 miles. then Andy asked God if there could be a Gas station soon...cuz his car was actually telling us that we were low on fuel at this point in time... So we made our way around a turn and RIGHT after he asked...whallah!!!! there it was a gas station that no one has ever heard of before complete with an immergrant that could actually speak good english (figure that one out)&lt;br /&gt;then as we were getting our gass.............Norma and Ryan pulled up RIGHT behind us (Andy's Mother and Little Brother just incase some one didnt know) &lt;br /&gt;As we left the gas station we found out that WilFlyd Pkway was right up the street...so from there on in it was a pretty stright tri[ to Courty's house until we got on her block offcourse, we passes her house not once....but TWICE untl we got there, we went in and her mum asked if we would like some home made good ol Italian food...but offcourse we had to get goind so....no italian food for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter Two: The Pilgrimage to the Promised Land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so where we last left our heros the had obtaind a new member....Courtney but se will be called Courty for short...anywho..&lt;br /&gt;We went to get on the LIE from Courty's house but we got into a conversation and passed the LIE exit, ok no biggie so we turned around and got on the LIE eventually...so that wasnt that big of a deal.&lt;br /&gt;So we got on the LIE and decided to ya know just pass the Jones Beach exit completely well the exit to get on the park way we needed to be on atleast and went all the way to Queens befor we decided to call and ask for directions and what not..so we eventually got on where we needed to be...we got to the beach befor system came on which wasnt that bad cuz we didnt really wanna see the oterh bands THAT much anyway would have been nice to see Dash Convec...but thats ok we didnt know they were gunna be there a week ago anyway....got to  our seats and System Rocked....andy bought a T-Shit for 30 bucks but its all good in the hood.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes...we were pamperd with the wounderfull smell of weed as soon as we got out of the car...&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it was a great concert and the three of us had a blast....&lt;br /&gt;Well im off for now...see ya later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. and i saw my friends Jilly and Roseanne from work there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea...Dom was there too -_-; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chris</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darkdragon:57324</id>
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    <title>System of a Down</title>
    <published>2002-07-23T03:03:07Z</published>
    <updated>2002-07-23T03:03:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Deftones-Didgetal bath</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ok.....Andy and i went on a road trip yesterday and a concert...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter one: The Great Journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after Vikki left Andys house at around 5:15 andy got his hair all ready and i got the directions to Courty's house.&lt;br /&gt;Then we got in the car and strayed from Mapquest's "great" directions in about 20 minutes....&lt;br /&gt;after that little fiasco we found ourselves on the LIE cuz we skipped a few things on the directions....it was telling us how to get to the LIE the entire time..the first 8 lines of directions....that is.&lt;br /&gt;Then offcourse when it came time get off at Courty's exit we took a wrong turn and ended up in the Pine Berrens and we were tunning low on fuel at this point....offcourse.&lt;br /&gt;So we had to get off at the next exit to find gass, but offcourse us being in the middle of nowhere AKA East Bumblefuck as Andy called it thre werent any gas stations for quite some time, about 3 miles. then Andy asked God if there could be a Gas station soon...cuz his car was actually telling us that we were low on fuel at this point in time... So we made our way around a turn and RIGHT after he asked...whallah!!!! there it was a gas station that no one has ever heard of before complete with an immergrant that could actually speak good english (figure that one out)&lt;br /&gt;then as we were getting our gass.............Norma and Ryan pulled up RIGHT behind us (Andy's Mother and Little Brother just incase some one didnt know) &lt;br /&gt;As we left the gas station we found out that WilFlyd Pkway was right up the street...so from there on in it was a pretty stright tri[ to Courty's house until we got on her block offcourse, we passes her house not once....but TWICE untl we got there, we went in and her mum asked if we would like some home made good ol Italian food...but offcourse we had to get goind so....no italian food for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter Two: The Pilgrimage to the Promised Land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so where we last left our heros the had obtaind a new member....Courtney but se will be called Courty for short...anywho..&lt;br /&gt;We went to get on the LIE from Courty's house but we got into a conversation and passed the LIE exit, ok no biggie so we turned around and got on the LIE eventually...so that wasnt that big of a deal.&lt;br /&gt;So we got on the LIE and decided to ya know just pass the Jones Beach exit completely well the exit to get on the park way we needed to be on atleast and went all the way to Queens befor we decided to call and ask for directions and what not..so we eventually got on where we needed to be...we got to the beach befor system came on which wasnt that bad cuz we didnt really wanna see the oterh bands THAT much anyway would have been nice to see Dash Convec...but thats ok we didnt know they were gunna be there a week ago anyway....got to  our seats and System Rocked....andy bought a T-Shit for 30 bucks but its all good in the hood.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes...we were pamperd with the wounderfull smell of weed as soon as we got out of the car...&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it was a great concert and the three of us had a blast....&lt;br /&gt;Well im off for now...see ya later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. and i saw my friends Jilly and Roseanne from work there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea...Dom was there too -_-; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chris</content>
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