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  <title>Someone stole my shoes but there's a coupla bananas and a bottle of booze</title>
  <subtitle>Lubricated</subtitle>
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    <email>tishifer@hotmail.com</email>
    <name>Lubricated</name>
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  <updated>2009-09-18T02:07:38Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lubricated:88705</id>
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    <title>lubricated @ 2009-09-18T02:54:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-18T02:07:38Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-18T02:07:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm gonna seriously knock out the next hippy/goth/pagan chick who tries to seriously compare my legal, can take half my shit if we split up, you get to make decisions for me as my next of kin before my blood family if i can't, till death to us part, marriage to their tie our hands together with ribbon under a full moon in a meadow in front of some friends  type ' handfasting'</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lubricated:88508</id>
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    <title>lubricated @ 2009-07-11T22:45:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-11T21:49:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-11T21:49:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I Never ever see my husband.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lubricated:88277</id>
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    <title>lubricated @ 2008-12-30T19:51:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-30T19:58:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-30T19:58:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So my best friend Spud and i havent been getting along lately. He's made some new friends and I've been feeling very neglected that he wont make time for me even when i really need him to when i always make time for him. A week or so ago i decided i needed to not be friends with him because he makes me feel taken for granted and generally upset alot of the time. Yesterday a friend of mine died and it made me think that maybe i shouldn't be so hasty to cut out someone i love especially when we are missing each other so much already when life is so damn short. So, anyway, today we start texting away like we used to and at one point he made me feel taken for granted again. I decided to let it slide and just vent it to Stu instead...... I accidentally sent the message ranting about how pissed off I am with Spud to..... wait for it.... Spud!&lt;br /&gt;i am a fucking moron! I think our friendship just breathed its last breath. Bugger.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lubricated:87841</id>
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    <title>BUGGER</title>
    <published>2008-12-28T03:42:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-28T03:42:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lubricated:87671</id>
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    <title>lubricated @ 2008-11-27T00:40:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-27T00:42:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-27T00:42:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel bored these days. Nothing seems to excite me lately. I'm not down or depressed, just a bit nothingy. I don't like it.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lubricated:87485</id>
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    <title>lubricated @ 2008-11-19T00:04:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-19T00:07:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-19T00:07:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>death to radio "too punk to fuck"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Sometimes i think God (or whatever0 is all about the comedy. Irony seems like a real running theme in my life. I would explain but its just too ironic.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lubricated:87098</id>
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    <title>lubricated @ 2008-10-30T15:44:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-30T15:44:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-30T15:44:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i think i'm going to be brave and cut up my wedding dress for my halloween costume. EEk</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lubricated:86596</id>
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    <title>lubricated @ 2008-09-16T00:15:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-15T23:16:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-15T23:16:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sometimes I think that a good handful of my friends are really only my friends because i make them feel good about themselves.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lubricated:86104</id>
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    <title>lubricated @ 2008-09-07T05:03:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-07T04:03:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-07T04:03:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, after a screamingly upsetting and frustrating week of hell Spud and I finally made up and had a lovely night together. I feel like I can breathe freely again. We fight more like a couple than friends,its crazy but at least its over with..... for now!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lubricated:85536</id>
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    <title>lubricated @ 2008-08-25T09:58:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-25T08:59:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-25T08:59:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yesterday the cops brought my phone back and Matt brought my Spud back. Y.A.Y!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lubricated:85397</id>
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    <title>lubricated @ 2008-08-23T18:38:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-23T17:38:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-23T17:38:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have no phone. I have no numbers. I'm so pissed off!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lubricated:84623</id>
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    <title>lubricated @ 2008-08-05T23:50:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-05T22:51:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-05T22:51:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had some more tattooing done today and i'm rather sore.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lubricated:84249</id>
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    <title>lubricated @ 2008-08-03T13:44:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-03T12:49:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-03T12:49:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel very strange today.&lt;br /&gt;I had alot of very vivid dreams and I feel like I'm in the wrong time. My head feels like it's still back years ago and I've just been dropped in 2008. When I think about my friends here and now I can't seem to feel anything for them and my heart aches for my friends in London. It's very strange. Oh well. This too shall pass.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lubricated:84052</id>
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    <title>lubricated @ 2008-08-02T13:41:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-02T12:42:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-02T12:42:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">sometimes I think tears should be made of blood to better represent the pain</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lubricated:83569</id>
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    <title>lubricated @ 2008-07-30T02:12:00</title>
    <published>2008-07-30T01:13:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-30T01:13:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">every boost of his ego is a deduction in mine</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lubricated:82851</id>
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    <title>lubricated @ 2008-07-14T23:38:00</title>
    <published>2008-07-14T22:39:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-14T22:39:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I wish boys weren't so complicated some times. There's one thats just breaking my little brain lately. GRRR</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lubricated:82331</id>
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    <title>lubricated @ 2008-04-21T19:37:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-21T18:40:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-21T18:40:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Although there's problems(there's always problems though aren't there?)such as lack of money and such, I have to say that these days I really am very happy.&lt;br /&gt;My life is probably the most boring its ever been. My job is easy and comfortable, I love my flat, I love my dog &amp; my friends but most of all I love my husband and surprisingly enough, I love being married.&lt;br /&gt;I am the happiest I have ever been.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lubricated:81961</id>
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    <title>lubricated @ 2008-01-01T04:44:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-01T04:52:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-01T04:52:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Had the weirdest New Year ever. Got Gastric flu over Xmas and by Saturday was sent to the ER from work for vomiting blood. Forced myself to work (coz i don't get sick pay) tonight on NYE for the double pay and the fact that everyone I know was gonna be out anyway. Now I've not long been home from work ( at nearly 5am), i'm sitting with the boys who are ridiculously drunk and very high on X and i think this is possibly the first time i've ever been sober on NYE. I'd quite like a vodka but i don't want a stomach bleed again so i'm sitting and watching, appreciating what i must look like every other NYE. It's enlightening to say the least. On the up side the boys were playing a kinda fight club game and asked me to join and I knocked em all sideways!&lt;br /&gt;Missing Jen horrendously  and hoping i'm better in time to visit.&lt;br /&gt;Happy NY all&lt;br /&gt;xx</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lubricated:81190</id>
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    <title>lubricated @ 2007-09-17T17:41:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-17T16:41:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-17T16:41:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am now Mrs MacQueen!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lubricated:81103</id>
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    <title>lubricated @ 2007-09-14T12:05:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-14T11:06:25Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-14T11:06:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Journey "dont stop believin"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm getting married in the morning!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lubricated:80821</id>
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    <title>lubricated @ 2007-08-03T14:06:00</title>
    <published>2007-08-03T13:09:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-03T13:09:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I alone - K's choice</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I can't beleive how soon it is till the wedding now. Rather than getting more stressed I seem to be letting go of the things I cant change/ cant afford  and trying to remember that it's not just about making sure my guests are ok but making sure Stu and I are as happy as we can be.&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited and I wish I was on honeymoon already.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lubricated:80491</id>
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    <title>lubricated @ 2007-07-20T00:16:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-19T23:17:59Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-19T23:17:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sometimes I wish stu would let me know when he's invited people over. Once again I've finished the night shift at the bar, i'm tired, grumpy and hungry and i've walked in to my house to find all the chairs filled with loud, beer swilling, stoned boys and I'm just not in the mood.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lubricated:80219</id>
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    <title>lubricated @ 2007-07-18T01:22:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-18T00:23:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-18T00:23:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">jesus... now im posting just coz noone else is!&lt;br /&gt;i need something to read!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lubricated:79747</id>
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    <title>lubricated @ 2007-07-11T21:52:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-11T20:58:25Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-11T20:58:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Journey "dont stop believin"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm so stressed out with wedding plans. I actually burst into tears in the middle of the shopping mall today and then screamed at some poor french tourist to "get out of my fucking way"&lt;br /&gt;8 weeks to go and I'm turning into a fucking gremlin... lord knows what i'll be like by then!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lubricated:79378</id>
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    <title>lubricated @ 2007-06-16T23:19:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-16T22:20:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-18T10:24:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's officially less than 3 months till I become a MacQueen!!</content>
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