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  <title>Evan's Journal</title>
  <subtitle>bringing you boring crap since 2002</subtitle>
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    <title>last post on this acount for real.</title>
    <published>2004-02-25T06:47:23Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-25T06:47:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My best friends GF just finished writing this book that was published called stepping stones. Check it out and mabe you'll like it. &lt;a href="http://s94834011.onlinehome.us/"&gt;http://s94834011.onlinehome.us/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know it might be good, and if you like it enough after you buy it. I can get it autographed for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;df&lt;/marquee&gt;</content>
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    <title>What I did</title>
    <published>2004-02-05T17:49:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-05T17:49:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Renting cars is the best. We went to the RIO gRande valley and it was fun in a lets drink a whole bunch kinda way. So as soon as I get there we go to my old college and get some stuff done and meet up with some old friends. It's like desparado, you know, the part where his two friends kinda show up with weapons to f-shit up. Well that is As_if_on_cue and pedroincognito my two bandidos. Pinche bandidos! So from there we entered old mexico. &lt;b&gt;Where the beer flows like urine through a dusty gutter.&lt;/b&gt; Then it was back stateside after we crossed some drugs, hah, I'm not lying. That was will. F'ing drug lord that one is. The night was still young and we were still way too sober. So we hurried off to Buffalo wild wings of all places. Keep in mind this IS McAllen, a small minded place so pickin's are slim for hang outs. but it was very fun. One of our number(not me) requested the sexiest waitress in our section. Turns out that she's still in highschool. But what made the night really fun was premium beers and a television trivia game. With my crack team drunk and very drunk geniuses we dominated the bar. Winning 6 of seven games and placing 2nd in one, with the biggest come-back you have ever seen. We topped the night off with a narrow escape from a DWi and incarceration.</content>
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    <title>trip</title>
    <published>2004-02-04T07:43:41Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-04T07:43:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Loan stuff went great had to fight to get what I wanted but I got it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mexico was good drank plenty for cheap! bought blankets one for my mom and two for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went drinking at a local place had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alomost got aressted on the way back. Details tommorow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text me fuckers</content>
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    <title>off to mexico!</title>
    <published>2004-02-03T14:40:35Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-03T14:40:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;marquee&gt;donkey shows galore&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text me on the road!</content>
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    <title>not suprised</title>
    <published>2004-02-02T16:58:22Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-02T16:58:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh wow my dad backed out on the co-sign. I'm so pissed.</content>
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    <title>sigh</title>
    <published>2004-02-01T21:30:10Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-01T21:33:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sigh of relief that is. Everything is going according to plan now. I knew it would happen. Something beautiful! Now I'm sitting  on top of the world. I'm just hoping this continues.&lt;br /&gt;Listing listing listing:&lt;br /&gt;1We got a new roommate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2My dad is going to co-sign a loan for me to go bad to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3My mom is going to give me a car (2002 honda accord 4-door)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4I made a gaggle of new friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5I'm being put in a new store to sell more phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6And I tested negative for HIV. It's just nice to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I need is a good make-out time with someone and life is comeplete.</content>
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    <title>likethewind @ 2004-02-01T03:53:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-01T09:54:33Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-01T09:54:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;h3&gt;something beautiful is going to happen&lt;/h3&gt;</content>
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    <title>caliente' II</title>
    <published>2004-01-30T01:22:29Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-30T01:22:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">oh shit i feel electric.</content>
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    <title>likethewind @ 2004-01-29T16:53:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-29T23:02:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-29T23:02:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">oh shit we sold seven phones today and five were mine! I might just some money for my commision after all. Oh baby. That means I'm on step closer to world domination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets pause and reflect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;paused&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now a word to your mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinga tu pinche' puta madre. Y vete a la chingatha porque te voy a matar. nosotros ya no venden Verizon wireless, pendeja. No me importa que comprastes la celluar aqui. Intiendes?</content>
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    <title>caliente'</title>
    <published>2004-01-29T21:11:05Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;marquee&gt;caliente'&lt;/marquee&gt;</content>
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    <title>likethewind @ 2004-01-26T14:52:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-26T20:50:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-26T20:52:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so I'm in this room. It's octagonal with three windows on the east side of the room overlooking the ocean. It's night and there is a wind sweeping down the coast. It's so fresh it's almost cold on my skin. The wind, ebbing through the window and blowing thin gossamer curtains as they reach across the room. There is a bed. It's large and only has one white sheet. I can smell the salt air. The night is blue. The pale blue that only exists around the moon on a night she shows her halo. The curtain floats above the bed with every guts and falls to rest on her face. I'm not alone. beneath me is this woman who's face I never see. The The curtain lifts only and falls back to vail her face. Her skin is reflecting that glow that ambient light that you only while love making. Her body rolls with every gust of wind tickled by the touch of gossamer kisses on her body. Her hands are so soft and she holds my waist and pulls me close with passion like a thirst, deep and unyielding. The sound of the waves outside blend with her soft breathing. Like chanting from ancient priestesses calling the wind. Then the vale lifts and I look out to see this lighthouse in the distance that suddenly but momentarily lights the room. She says "I lov- " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up, same dream a few times a year, every year since I was 12. Ten years later nothing has come close to the feeling I get in that recurring dream.</content>
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    <title>bad mood</title>
    <published>2004-01-22T19:02:27Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-22T19:02:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">last night I didn't get a f'ing wink of sleep. I was too sick. It seems my allergies have learned to tollerate the meds. So I'm feeling so bad. I have to be at work all day and now I'm not in a good mood at all. Any customer that comes in is in serious danger of being harmed. DON'T TEST ME PRE-PAID CARD USERS!!! I will kill you. Other than that things are so uneventful. Nope thats not true. I just don't want to share. I know that I can make this a private post but why? When I gave up this morning and resigned to the idea that Evan was not going to get any sleep I got up and watched "o". For those of you that don't know, "o" is an updated version of the shakespearian play "othello". I always love to watch Josh Hartnet's character in that movie. he's so smart and evil, everything I long to be. Oh yeah tall too. I bought a new GQ today, ashtom kutcher is all over it. I'm f'ing sick of that a'hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;I want to be shipwrecked so bad right now&lt;/marquee&gt;</content>
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    <title>likethewind @ 2004-01-19T12:19:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-19T20:23:12Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-19T20:23:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">wow, nothing to post.</content>
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    <title>likethewind @ 2004-01-12T14:18:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-12T20:24:26Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-12T20:24:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm starting to resent my station in life. I need something exciting. You know all I think about is Cellular phones now. I'm sick of it! I need something that can really test me. I'm tired of jobs that I just learn and then, poof, boring. I need to do something like Indiana Jones did. Like battle Nazi's and rescue girls trapped in cages hangin above pits of firey lava. But instead here I am at work in the eastside trying to make commisson where there is none to be had. And after this I'm going to go home and try to stay awake only to sit on my bed and listen to music that I'm already tired of. I think it's the winter months. They depress me. If it snowed in texas I would have hung myself long ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;bummer! df&lt;/marquee&gt;</content>
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    <title>Fun with tables</title>
    <published>2004-01-06T22:42:14Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-06T22:44:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Is it wrong to break up with someone if the have sex with someone else while on break from the other person? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He:&lt;br /&gt;a)Gave consent&lt;br /&gt;b)knew what would happen&lt;br /&gt;c)didn't try to stop it&lt;br /&gt;Is't mad, but thinks-&lt;br /&gt;he should not continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She:&lt;br /&gt;a)swears that it's wrong-&lt;br /&gt;to end it&lt;br /&gt;b)Claims the only reason-&lt;br /&gt;was "&lt;b&gt;he&lt;/b&gt; was in her bed"&lt;br /&gt;c)is angry that he (boyfriend)&lt;br /&gt;did nothing to stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comment tell me what you think.</content>
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    <title>likethewind @ 2004-01-02T11:13:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-02T17:18:37Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-02T17:18:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, new years eve was fun. It was alot more fun that past dec. 31's. But we al went home kinda early partly because of the cops. Mostly because we are getting old. I think I'm going to start a tradition of getting blasted from Rum every new years, I've done it two years in a row now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things I need.&lt;br /&gt;I want a new job.&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy a car.&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy a computer.</content>
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    <title>likethewind @ 2003-12-29T11:53:00</title>
    <published>2003-12-29T17:54:33Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-29T17:54:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well I didn't go to mexico. not really a suprise. everything is as it should be. now it's time to get on a new project. a film perhaps, YES! Now time for more phone selling.</content>
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    <title>crap</title>
    <published>2003-12-24T16:48:58Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-24T16:48:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Man, I got my direct deposit pay today. man does it suck. Thanks pinky's merry christmas to you too. On the brightside my dad and brother are coming to town today. I just wish I had more money. Now I should be getting ready to get to mexico, but I didn't get paid very much at all. I'm kinda disapointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;crap.&lt;/marquee&gt;</content>
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    <title>likethewind @ 2003-12-23T11:56:00</title>
    <published>2003-12-23T18:03:02Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-23T18:03:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am the go to guy. I love to make things happen, but I don't get enough chances to manage things. maybe my luck will change.</content>
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    <title>but it's christmas baby</title>
    <published>2003-12-22T16:41:30Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-22T16:41:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">lastnight was the company x-mas party. It was really cool. There was blackjack tables and craps tables. I cleaned up on blackjack. I had one insane hand. I split it three times with four aces and got two blackjacks, a 19 and a 20. yeah I won big on that hand! I love card games, and billards and all the things that go with being that brand of cool. I was looking nice too with Senalka on my arm. Oh yeah. I think I'm a card counter. so if YOU ever go to vegas, bring me and I'll make you a bank.</content>
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    <title>I hate holidays</title>
    <published>2003-12-20T20:26:14Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-20T20:26:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">damn it's cold in this place. I'm not made for the cold I think. I really need a car. my company x-mas party is tomorrow and I still need to buy a new shirt.</content>
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    <title>likethewind @ 2003-12-15T14:50:00</title>
    <published>2003-12-15T21:12:09Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-15T21:13:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;h1&gt;friends a favor please&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like you all to live very loud, very bright. &lt;br /&gt;Life puts many limits on us, society puts more.&lt;br /&gt;The FAVOR i ask of you dear fiends is this.&lt;br /&gt;The next time you overcome something large, something scary, rejoice. I don't use that word often anymore since I can't call myself a christian anymore. But you don't need a God to live like you have a purpose. &lt;br /&gt;So many times I have come to points in my life from where I look back and see a deadly path behind me. I felt proud and relived and sometimes angry. How do you act when the only thing you  feel like saying has already been said in countless movies? The answer is simple, raise your fists, do a jig, sing a song, yell out to YELL that you have come this far and you need nothing of him! Do what it is that makes you feel strong enough to do it again. The reality is that as soon as one challenge is met in your life another will spring before you like a mountain. So if it's been done in a movie, remember that fiction imitates life. The rhythm of drama come from the music of the human soul.</content>
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    <title>update</title>
    <published>2003-12-15T16:34:16Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-15T16:34:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">events:&lt;br /&gt;sinus infection&lt;br /&gt;officialy my mother hates me&lt;br /&gt;senalka and I are on the brink of breaking up&lt;br /&gt;x-mass is here&lt;br /&gt;mxco is upon us</content>
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    <title>likethewind @ 2003-11-22T16:41:00</title>
    <published>2003-11-22T22:44:40Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-22T22:44:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Unfolding before me are the folds in my mind. &lt;br /&gt;when I forgot to seek you, what did I find.&lt;br /&gt;Into the future I came out from behind.&lt;br /&gt;After the pain my temper did bind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why not, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;DF&lt;/marquee&gt;</content>
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    <title>hey</title>
    <published>2003-11-20T23:08:26Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-20T23:08:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;marquee&gt;I bet you forgot how cool I am, right?&lt;/marquee&gt;</content>
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