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  <updated>2006-09-11T18:51:17Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:abbycooper:1697</id>
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    <title>Myspace can eat me</title>
    <published>2006-09-11T18:51:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-11T18:51:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's so fucking ridiculous. Seriously. Like forcing people to comment your stupid pictures is really going to make you a better person. Leik ohemgee, I hAeV nEw PiAcTuRrEsSeSsS pAlEaSe CaLmMeNt ThUm. Grow up and learn how to spell,and stop being so fucking annoying. Myspace used tobe a networking website,now it's a fucking generation of mindless drones,and selfish people. Who frankly don't give a shit about the real you,only if you look good in pictures or not. People need to know what is real,instead of posting everything they do on myspace. Fuck you,Fuck myspace,and Fuck people.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:abbycooper:1407</id>
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    <title>Those who matter,and those who don't</title>
    <published>2006-08-01T01:57:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-01T02:08:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Make shift patriot-Sage francis</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Sometimes running away is the only answer,be it physically or mentally. No one can ALWAYS withstand the pressures of life. Everyone has a weakness. Even super man, could easily be paralyzed with kyptonite. Things haven't really been perfect lately. My life isn't all rainbows,and sunshine anymore. People change,we move on. We're born,we learn, we hurt,we grow,we hurt some more,and then we die. What's the point of even being here? It's a question that people have wondered for hundreds of years. We constantly hurt one another.  It's a chain,that just will never end. You can't trust anyone,just when you think something is perfect,an imperfection comes out of nowhere. Needless to say,I've ran away to an awkward state,and I can't find my way home. haha</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:abbycooper:1238</id>
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    <title>Art is my true love</title>
    <published>2006-07-27T15:22:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-27T15:22:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Anti-flag : The press corpse</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Art is my true love,it's awesome,because everything around us is art. It's expressed in so many different ways by different people. EVERYTHING is art! Art saves all once again.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:abbycooper:849</id>
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    <title>I miss</title>
    <published>2006-07-15T05:28:36Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-15T05:28:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I miss,alot of things right now. I miss the way things used to be. I miss the shows,the people,the feeling. Now the only feeling is drunk,the only shows are filled with drunken fist fights,and the only people are the ones I'm doing. Hah now that's NOT even right. I miss when we were friends,and nothing would change that. I miss the feeling of walking into the ford plant or j's place,know you're there to have fun without drugs and alcohol. Now it's useless,you better freaking have an i.d to have fun. You can't walk down  the street without some old man offering you a ride,and you know FULLY what his intentions are,sure maybe it's a nice gesture to offer this young girl in the mini skirt a ride home,maybe not so much? I know,the times are changing,we're all getting older.Nothing stays the same. Whatever,I hate this feeling,I hate not having what I want,and what I want is the past,and how things used to be. Maybe I'm naive for saying so. Maybe I'm stupid for not caring. I don't not anymore. I've lost ALL respect for the people around me.  You better have a DAMN good excuse to please me,because,I'm not taking it anymore. Maybe I should grow up and accept the changes?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:abbycooper:539</id>
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    <title>Friends</title>
    <published>2006-07-12T16:53:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-12T16:53:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Demo 03--A.C&amp;S.M</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Friends are what matter. Not just friends,but GOOD friends,trust worthy friends,people you can tell anything and trust it'll be with them forever. People abuse and take advantage of a good friendship. Throwing it away by doing various vindictive acts. Sometimes you do luck out though,you surround yourself in the right people,knowing that,they'll be there for you to fall back on. I try not to waste my time on people who I think are a waste of time. I'm very trusting until you prove me otherwise and when you do so,you'll  NEVER get it back. People think they'll always be forgiven. It doesn't work like that.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:abbycooper:417</id>
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    <title>You can't stop me</title>
    <published>2006-07-10T04:54:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-10T04:54:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Oasis</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well,what's life without a few mistakes? I mean we all make them,if it's lying to your parent's about  where you're spending the night,to drinking until you forget your name. But where do you draw the line? It's usually when something bad or something you know you'll regret/already do regret happens. Is this the appropriate time to realize the mistake you've made? Is it ever too late to make amends? Of course it is,because most people are too afraid to live up to a mistake,peoples ego's are too large,and to own up to a mistake that you've made,just may deflate your over inflated ego. So when is the right time to come clean? When can you admit defeat,and live a normal life after? Well,I guess that's for your own judgment.</content>
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