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    <title>one day at a time</title>
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    <description>its official</description>
    <lastBuildDate>Fri, 17 Jun 2005 23:55:00 PDT</lastBuildDate>
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    <copyright>Copyright 2005.</copyright>
    <category>Writing</category>
    <category>Music</category>
    <category>Humor</category>
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      <title>Suffering from &quot;acute ventilatoritary syndrome&quot;</title>
      <link>http://nomatik.blogdrive.com/archive/38.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 11 May 2005 03:19:47 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>That really is a disease.  &quot;AVS&quot; is when you're just about ready to snap, and usually a dumb-ass statement or something done with total lack of common sense can send you toppling over the edge.


Where's Flash when I need him to tell these idiots to not &quot;push me, cuz I'm close to the... edge, I'm trying not to lose my head, ha ha ha ha ha&quot;.


People say patience is a virtue.  Since when is patience a 'good' quality?  So if I was to tell someone that I'm a good guy, and that person asked me why, is it feasible that I respond with, &quot;well, I'm a good guy because I know how to wait&quot;.  Stupid... (more)</description>
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      <title>for the sake of putting up something new</title>
      <link>http://nomatik.blogdrive.com/archive/37.html</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 22 Apr 2005 07:23:15 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
I have better blogged entries on Myspace, so look at myspace.com/stillontour for oft-updated stuff.



I realized, that with the few people who's pages I actually look at:



-Mae's blogs turn me on

-Ro's blogs makes me wonder

-Chegg's blogs makes me giggle

-Mo's blogs make me jealous 

-Jay's blogs makes me miss Xanga

-Joody's blogs makes me wanna go to Hooters

-Leslie's blogs makes me miss Bloomingdale peeps





And so I wonder, have I changed since moving to Houston, or have I returned to the old me?  Who really knows me?  Sometimes I think I'm an open book but then... (more)</description>
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      <title>&quot;these wishes i wish and dreams i chase...&quot;</title>
      <link>http://nomatik.blogdrive.com/archive/36.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 17 Mar 2005 04:24:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&quot;Promise&quot;

by Matchbook Romance


What would you say if I asked you not to go,

To forget everyone,

forget everything

and start over with me,

Would you take my hand

and never let me go?

promise me you'll never let me go


And now the stars aren't out tonight

but neither are we to look up at them

why does hello feel like goodbye?

These memories can't replace

These wishes I wish and dreams I chase

Take this broken heart and make it right


I feel like

I've lost everything when your gone

Left remembering what its like

To have you here with me

I thought you should... (more)</description>
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      <title>&quot;I'm lost without you&quot;</title>
      <link>http://nomatik.blogdrive.com/archive/35.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 15 Mar 2005 13:15:16 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&quot;...please let me know that my one bad day will end...&quot;



Love will overcome this.  But all we can do is hope.</description>
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      <title>Reanimated</title>
      <link>http://nomatik.blogdrive.com/archive/34.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 01 Mar 2005 13:14:25 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Poetry is up and running.  Subjects beware, I'm coming after you.



Updates coming later.  I'm late for work and still on probation.  Got dang.



For the ladies, especially my far east hunnies, peep this:



Yellow Rage - &quot;Woman not a flava&quot;</description>
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      <title>BlahgDrive</title>
      <link>http://nomatik.blogdrive.com/archive/33.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 12 Feb 2005 01:34:24 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Wow, one week with only one comment.


Time to go on MySpace, because the underground is wack.



Anyway, at work this week I was threatened by a lonely fat freak and it was crazy.


Man:  So this is how you do this.

Me:  *nods* uh huh

Man:  What was that look?  I don't know about anyone else here but if you give me that look like you understood what I was saying, but you really didn't understand, I'll kill you.  Okay, I will break your legs if you give me that nod.

Me:  *nods* uh huh

Man:  Ask questions if you have any.

Me:  *nods* uh huh



Whatever.  I thought it was funny... (more)</description>
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      <title>the bad thing about a good thing....</title>
      <link>http://nomatik.blogdrive.com/archive/32.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 05 Feb 2005 06:55:53 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>...suffering from a case of writer's block.


thoughts floating up in my mind,

but the words aren't grounded,

what i have to say is profound,

but how to say it seems dumbfounded,


at a war of words with myself,

constantly battling,

i feel like i'm losing my sanity....

...because i'm just babbling.





I stayed up until like 3 am last night just staring blankly at the computer screen.  Have you ever felt so strongly about a thought that's in your head but then it's like the thought doesn't want to leave your mind?  So like, you just can't express yourself because for some... (more)</description>
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      <title>swear it all over again</title>
      <link>http://nomatik.blogdrive.com/archive/31.html</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 21 Jan 2005 19:37:26 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&quot;Remember the times I hung with the dimes, remember the times I ****** a few, remember the times I hung with the dimes, and all the wild things I used to do, remember the times I hung with the dimes, remember the times I ****** a few, remembering the times it was on my mind, but none of them could touch you&quot; 


-Nas &quot;Remember the times&quot;



I am approaching what is quite a remarkable point in my life.  This Sunday, January 23, I will have &quot;officially&quot; been committed to the same chick for two years.




That's crazy.




Before January 23, 2003, I didn't know if I could even see past... (more)</description>
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      <title>..maybe this'll get them to talk..</title>
      <link>http://nomatik.blogdrive.com/archive/30.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 22 Dec 2004 01:39:45 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>What a nice weekend.  It's been a while since I've had a weekend like this, so it was nicer than nice.  So here's a few pixes, to change this page up from the usual poems that no one responds to.  Everyone likes eye candy, yes?








Me, Cel, Jen, Bro




Me and childhood buddy from WA, Brandonn











I learned something new this weekend:  don't smile in pictures

Back:  Me, Mike - Front:  Allan, Chang

 





I remembered the rule in this pic.  This is a pic of me and the young bucks.





A pic of the fellas







A pic of the H-town... (more)</description>
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      <title>anna lorraine</title>
      <link>http://nomatik.blogdrive.com/archive/29.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 13 Dec 2004 02:02:46 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>My dear anna lorraine,

such a pure and innocent face covered in pain,

i can see you try to restrain,

the tears you'd rather just let go of,

you're so young in age and yet you're forced to just act so grown up,


and it isn't right, i get mad everytime i look at you,

i wonder if your father bounced just as fast as it took him to

get up in your mother's privates and enter it unprotected,

everytime i look at you i see such a nieve perspective


of this bitch I call life, one and a half years on this planet,

and i can sense in your eyes you're already trying to understand... (more)</description>
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