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  <title>I have fun</title>
  <subtitle>and that's all that matters</subtitle>
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    <name>Whatchu_Talkin_Bout?!</name>
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  <updated>2009-05-20T03:02:37Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:renoemo:74299</id>
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    <title>renoemo @ 2009-05-19T19:59:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-20T03:02:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-20T03:02:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I will not use my LJ to justify myself&lt;br /&gt;I will not use my LJ to justify myself&lt;br /&gt;I will not use my LJ to justify myself&lt;br /&gt;I will not use my LJ to justify myself&lt;br /&gt;I will not use my LJ to justify myself&lt;br /&gt;I will not use my LJ to justify myself&lt;br /&gt;I will not use my LJ to justify myself&lt;br /&gt;I will not use my LJ to justify myself&lt;br /&gt;I will not use my LJ to justify myself&lt;br /&gt;I will not use my LJ to justify myself&lt;br /&gt;I will not use my LJ to justify myself&lt;br /&gt;I will not use my LJ to justify myself&lt;br /&gt;I will not use my LJ to justify myself&lt;br /&gt;I will not use my LJ to justify myself&lt;br /&gt;I will not use my LJ to justify myself&lt;br /&gt;I will not use my LJ to justify myself&lt;br /&gt;I will not use my LJ to justify myself&lt;br /&gt;I will not use my LJ to justify myself&lt;br /&gt;I will not use my LJ to justify myself&lt;br /&gt;I will not use my LJ to justify myself&lt;br /&gt;I will not use my LJ to justify myself&lt;br /&gt;I will not use my LJ to justify myself&lt;br /&gt;I will not use my LJ to justify myself&lt;br /&gt;I will not use my LJ to justify myself&lt;br /&gt;I will not use my LJ to justify myself&lt;br /&gt;I will not use my LJ to justify myself&lt;br /&gt;I will not use my LJ to justify myself&lt;br /&gt;I will not use my LJ to justify myself&lt;br /&gt;I will not use my LJ to justify myself&lt;br /&gt;I will not use my LJ to justify myself</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:renoemo:74215</id>
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    <title>renoemo @ 2009-05-08T19:09:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-09T02:13:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-09T02:13:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I like having a garden. &lt;br /&gt;I planted all of my "full sun" seeds, my giant pumpkin seeds and my little pumpkin seeds.  &lt;br /&gt;I have a bunch of crazy looking flowers that aren't full sun and I need to figure out something for those ones in my garden... maybe I'll build something.  I can't wait for it to blossom... its going to be amazing.  Then I can sit in my garden while reading books and pretend I am Alice and its a wonderland.  &lt;br /&gt;I also got ambushed by my grandparents lawn keeper guys.  Good thing I don't tan nakey!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:renoemo:73818</id>
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    <title>...rad...</title>
    <published>2009-04-28T23:11:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-28T23:11:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"Obviously the job market isn't going to get any better so you we don' t want you to drive the car around wasting gas trying to find a job anymore."</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:renoemo:73670</id>
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    <title>I can't wait to move to Vegas</title>
    <published>2009-04-10T19:53:53Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-10T19:53:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I realize that I will have like 3 friends and I am perfectly ok with that.  &lt;br /&gt;I know I said this before with my grandparents house, but in a different city and stuff I will actually have to keep and maintain a good paying job in order to not have to do the walk of shame all the way back to Reno.  &lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to have a job and a place of my own and not have to worry about going out or meeting up with friends.  I know that sounds harsh and sad but I let my friends and party habits keep me from doing what I need to do.  I know that it is Vegas and my little partier self would be expected to get caught up, but I don't worry about that part.  &lt;br /&gt;I am ready to be a growed up.  I'm ready to get outta Reno and never look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I need a stupid job so I can make it down here.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:renoemo:73407</id>
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    <title>Ya know...</title>
    <published>2009-04-02T23:45:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-02T23:45:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1. a picture of you in your room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=1303148&amp;amp;albumID=221062&amp;amp;imageID=46161933"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images02/41/7aba085f608448a3bcc7815b7851f4d9/m.jpg" alt="What you got on my face mask?   Super hero steez!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. a picture with someone you don't actually like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=1303148&amp;amp;albumID=558091&amp;amp;imageID=43531100"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images02/64/08d48ee636bd4fa79002cc1df85a9b20/m.jpg" alt="Stunna shades, day drinking and wandering the mall." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The middle one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. a picture of you very drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=1303148&amp;amp;albumID=558091&amp;amp;imageID=2404250"&gt;&lt;img src="http://b1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/00959/16/52/959712561_m.jpg" alt="I have a better sense of humor than Mike.  Maybe were just drunk?" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. a picture on your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=1303148&amp;amp;albumID=558091&amp;amp;imageID=16705870"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images01/39/32b7347b3de81896e2f13905de962186/m.jpg" alt="Best Birthday Ever!!! I love these girls!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. the youngest picture you can find of yourself in digital form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=1303148&amp;amp;albumID=1984792&amp;amp;imageID=41052667"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images02/43/0ed00bb86f1d4a3ea98f404ec4246b61/m.jpg" alt="Siblings circa 03Take note of the acid wash and the chucks. . . dang I was cool" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Not too young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. a picture of you in one of your favorite outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=1303148&amp;amp;albumID=221062&amp;amp;imageID=17414843"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images01/38/5565c69d810f5d3c01e55fc7c6584710/m.jpg" alt="evil twin" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. a picture of you making a goofy face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=1303148&amp;amp;albumID=221062&amp;amp;imageID=23968789"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images01/29/0183913ee3538ab4f31b04672f745288/m.jpg" alt="vogue" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. a picture you might have edited to make yourself more attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=1303148&amp;amp;albumID=221062&amp;amp;imageID=46993275"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images02/107/423fea61168e41d2ac9d81b0c393c0e1/m.jpg" alt="Pajamma jammy jam!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. a picture of a night you regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=1303148&amp;amp;albumID=558091&amp;amp;imageID=4308748"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images01/34/668cc827006e7a3189b95225e4eb1f2a/m.jpg" alt="Rockstar status" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret not wearing panties that night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. a picture of you truly being yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=1303148&amp;amp;albumID=558091&amp;amp;imageID=8167568"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images01/46/dd189a74fdab6b1c48a2fdc23f8f5a72/m.jpg" alt="A day that will go down in infamy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. the most recent picture of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=1303148&amp;amp;albumID=221062&amp;amp;imageID=47339964"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images02/84/6c929d1a3904439c826dce4656e032b7/m.jpg" alt="Gwen Thurman" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. a picture of you being absolutely ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=1303148&amp;amp;albumID=558091&amp;amp;imageID=18856723"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images01/70/5eaac86a5b9fa3def982d783b12689ef/m.jpg" alt="I still cant get all the glitter off!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. a picture of you showing off your new hair cut/color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=1303148&amp;amp;albumID=221062&amp;amp;imageID=1186588"&gt;&lt;img src="http://b2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/00132/20/26/132866202_m.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. a picture of a time in your life that's over &amp; you wish wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=1303148&amp;amp;albumID=558091&amp;amp;imageID=42116854"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images02/50/5fe725dc464b4bab8fdf3a7735130c03/m.jpg" alt="Love you Jesse Ray33" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP Jesse Ray&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. a picture of a time in your life that's over &amp; you couldn't be more thankful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=1303148&amp;amp;albumID=558091&amp;amp;imageID=26562564"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images01/121/494f5bfbd36822750e41d2bafc5e4243/m.jpg" alt="3 fake blondes" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Knuckleheads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. a picture of you when you were anything but happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=1303148&amp;amp;albumID=558091&amp;amp;imageID=3466222"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images01/17/6f544b7ad2e7f62d2520a519283ecf5b/m.jpg" alt="Free Bird (" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. a picture that you had no idea was being taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=1303148&amp;amp;albumID=558091&amp;amp;imageID=20053741"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images01/105/9765af2039f5244f862f1ee9bd362018/m.jpg" alt="Hey Hey its Brian!!!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. a picture of when you were a different person than you are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=1303148&amp;amp;albumID=558091&amp;amp;imageID=9847323"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images01/16/375426b54281be13b11b38657694ebe7/m.jpg" alt="Happy Family" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. a picture of you with someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=1303148&amp;amp;albumID=558091&amp;amp;imageID=8167679"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images01/43/5dcad42a8c60536b021ee948fba643e1/m.jpg" alt="Best picture in existance" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 loves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. a picture of how you'd like the world to see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=1303148&amp;amp;albumID=221062&amp;amp;imageID=4308742"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images01/44/1dcc534d6dba92bde076269f9f97288d/m.jpg" alt="back when times were a little easier" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. a picture of you in a cool place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=1303148&amp;amp;albumID=982273&amp;amp;imageID=16821411"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images01/50/57291a989b3010ff179685ff575f3b7d/m.jpg" alt="Which way to the beach?" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. a picture of a time when everything was changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=1303148&amp;amp;albumID=558091&amp;amp;imageID=42171829"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images02/20/df2e4f3818c74df990234d6ca953ef0b/m.jpg" alt="The water bill was getting expensive" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. a picture that makes your heart hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=1303148&amp;amp;albumID=558091&amp;amp;imageID=42116850"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images02/53/6c1b2ca9afa4486aa65d60964bf40244/m.jpg" alt="RiP" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. a picture that makes your heart smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=1303148&amp;amp;albumID=558091&amp;amp;imageID=20833910"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images01/39/32eeadbb719bb236dc425388beef5403/m.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. a picture that's one of the best nights of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=1303148&amp;amp;albumID=1017517&amp;amp;imageID=18188450"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images01/1/2ef65b329a12dac24ed1ff6e622e4715/m.jpg" alt="Nothin less than VIP" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Let my guard down again</title>
    <published>2009-03-23T04:38:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-23T04:38:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">and it blew up in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it hurts less when it happens now.</content>
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    <title>Hopefully this works</title>
    <published>2009-03-11T19:41:09Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-11T19:41:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Play the game right back.  Don't let them know that you know that they are playing the game.  Just play it better...  ~Katelyn Hoffman</content>
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    <title>renoemo @ 2009-03-06T09:49:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-06T17:50:22Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-06T17:50:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So what's really wrong with me?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:renoemo:72178</id>
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    <title>renoemo @ 2009-02-13T15:44:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-13T23:44:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-13T23:44:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just realized that it was Friday. Upon doing so I was filled with anxiety. I can't shake it and I feel like I am going to explode. My grandpa told me that I need to start staying home and take care of my puppy (I will elaborate more in a bit) and that my Dad suggested my being kicked out because I am out of work. Genius logic right? (I will elaborate secondly)&lt;br /&gt;My grandparents are the proud owners of 3 always barking dogs that range from 6 to 3 years old. My grandma brings the 2 youngest out at 7:30 each morning and feeds them breakfast and lets them out for their morning tinkle. My puppy was scared of everything in the house minus myself for a good period of time and the mornings were not a problem because she would sleep until I got up or wake me so I would let her out then we would go back to bed. I went on a small vacation to Vegas at the begining of the year which forced my puppy to get over her fear and boy did she. Now she is let out of my room every morning around 7:30 with the other dogs and fed and let out. Along with being fed treats and table scraps at night by my grandparents. My grandpa has brought up taking care of my own dog twice this week and I am very lost at what I am supposed to do. When I go to the mail box (not at the end of the driveway but down the street community type one) I take her with me on a small walk. It has been too cold for a long walk but that is weather pending. I also pay loads of attention to her and keep her in my room as much as possible. I obviously can wake up at 7:30 and stand around watching my grandma make their food. (yes I said make) and open the door to let them out. Then I could lock her in my room while I'm in there and deny her play time with the others. I can also feed her off my plate (which I refuse to do but allow my grandpa to because he enjoys it so much) at nights. She sleeps in my room when I am at home which is honestly 90% or more of the time. When I am not home I asked that she sleep in their room due to her being a theif and chewer of small things and its not safe for her to stay in my room alone. So I am highly confused on what I am supposed to do when it comes to taking care of my dog with all things mentioned. If you see something that is missing or have any suggestions as of further things I could do please tell me. I am also aware of the fact that I could make the dogs food myself in the morning but my grandma enjoys that part. They also enjoy my dogs company so much and tell me every little story and have even given her their own nicknames. I honestly don't understand what else I can do without denying them my puppy all together which would be unfair to all parties mention. I want to rip my hair out because my mind is so boggled and I feel like an awful person because I can not think of a logical fix to this issue.&lt;br /&gt;Now on to my dad. I don't have the energy to write that whole story but basically my grandpa plays the middle man for the critisim from my dad onto me. He will talk to me about all the fun things he is doing and whatnot but when it comes to my not having a job, not calling him, should be kicked out so on and so forth he talks to my grandpa who in return tells me which makes me angry that my own dad can not tell me these things or give me a chance to explain myself since he doesn't ask. Its a very unsettling feeling to have a two faced dad. I use that term loosely as I would with a friendship. This behavior has been going on since I was about 13 years old and he has forgotten who is the adult inthe midst of his mid-life crisis. I can't fully describe my feelings on this subject but I had to vent. &lt;br /&gt;If you read this, you are a trooper. Or bored. Either way, thanks.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:renoemo:71802</id>
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    <title>Funny how</title>
    <published>2009-01-12T11:22:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-12T11:22:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">silver platters don't even work anymore. .  .</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:renoemo:71623</id>
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    <title>I'm turning my LJ in for</title>
    <published>2009-01-06T22:53:57Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-06T22:53:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A pen and lined paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still enjoy friends posts.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:renoemo:71388</id>
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    <title>I would give my life</title>
    <published>2008-12-16T22:37:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-16T22:37:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">To know that these 2 would always be happy. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/renoemo/pic/0000q728/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/renoemo/pic/0000q728/s320x240" width="240" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:renoemo:71122</id>
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    <title>For the love of God,</title>
    <published>2008-12-15T04:09:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-15T04:10:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Please stop reproducing!  Geez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*people I went to school with.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:renoemo:70882</id>
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    <title>renoemo @ 2008-12-12T02:10:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-12T10:10:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-12T10:10:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Weird how Across The Universe is pretty much like The Wall just less trippy and self destructive.  Nighty night.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:renoemo:70462</id>
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    <title>Welp</title>
    <published>2008-12-05T01:29:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-05T01:29:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">told you so.        Here's to empty words and promises from drunks.    Cheers fuckers.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:renoemo:70098</id>
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    <title>There is still plenty of today left . . .</title>
    <published>2008-12-04T00:28:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-04T00:28:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Please don't make me say I told you so. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please. . .</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:renoemo:69645</id>
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    <title>I've always really liked this song</title>
    <published>2008-12-04T00:27:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-04T00:27:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Can you hear them &lt;br /&gt;They talk about us &lt;br /&gt;Telling lies &lt;br /&gt;Well that's no surprise &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see them &lt;br /&gt;See right through them &lt;br /&gt;They have no shield &lt;br /&gt;No secrets to reveal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what they say &lt;br /&gt;In the jealous games people play &lt;br /&gt;Our lips are sealed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careless talk &lt;br /&gt;Through paper walls &lt;br /&gt;We can't stop them &lt;br /&gt;Only laugh at them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spreading rumors &lt;br /&gt;So far from true &lt;br /&gt;Dragged up from the underworld &lt;br /&gt;Just like some precious pearl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what they say &lt;br /&gt;In the jealous games people play &lt;br /&gt;Our lips are sealed &lt;br /&gt;Pay no mind to what they say &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter anyway &lt;br /&gt;Our lips are sealed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a weapon &lt;br /&gt;We must use &lt;br /&gt;In our defense &lt;br /&gt;Silence &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look at them &lt;br /&gt;Look right through them &lt;br /&gt;That's when they'll disappear &lt;br /&gt;That's when you'll be feared &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hush, my darling &lt;br /&gt;Don't you cry &lt;br /&gt;Quiet, angel &lt;br /&gt;Forget their lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Go-Go's  Our Lips Are Sealed.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:renoemo:69536</id>
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    <title>renoemo @ 2008-11-30T00:36:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-30T08:36:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-30T09:50:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">RIP Jesse Ray. You are my favorite dance partner and neighbor.  Too many fun times and there were so many more to come.   I miss you so much.  Skate in peace Jesse. Love you always.</content>
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    <title>renoemo @ 2008-11-28T10:31:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-28T18:31:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-28T18:31:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If I had any money I would go shopping today.  The crowds can't be that bad. . . it's only Reno.  Plus the sales are rad.   Anyway, good morning.  I still haven't left bed but I am extremely tempted to go exploring to find out what that yummy smell is.  Happy black friday!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:renoemo:68991</id>
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    <title>Everyone is hotter with a tan</title>
    <published>2008-11-28T06:00:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-28T06:00:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">and thats the damn truth.  Especially for me.  I faked one with some bronzer and I'm not gonna lie. . .I'd hit it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Turkey day.  I have to say that I don't mind holidays as much when spent with my mom and her bf or just her side in general.  My dads side is nuts and can't make it through a meal without a fight and did I mention the tension could be cuz with a knife?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho,  all dressed up and no where to go. . .&lt;br /&gt;you know the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seee yah!</content>
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    <title>Alright, even though she drives me nuts,</title>
    <published>2008-11-27T01:27:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-27T01:27:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">she could probably drink me under the table.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to you Noni.  I hope to be able to drink like you when I am 85.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also there is no one better to jump off the 2 month wagon with.  HAHA</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:renoemo:68598</id>
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    <title>Pity, party of one.</title>
    <published>2008-11-26T03:16:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-26T03:17:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm starting to realize that out of sight is really out of mind. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone never rings. No one wants to waste their time to come hangout or save me from my house. I don't get invited to events with my 'friends'. I can't remember the last fun night I have had. . . &lt;br /&gt;I have found myself thinking more and more about the 'good ole days' and all my friends that I have lost contact with.  The worst part is that I have been trying to keep contact but its not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note I am goin to retire to my room (where I have been ALL fucking day) and stare at the tv . . . again. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:renoemo:68223</id>
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    <title>My day, (* WARNING* a really long, semi entertaining rant.)</title>
    <published>2008-11-22T00:40:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-22T00:40:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">started at 9:30am with being woken up by my grandparents 3 mutts howling because my grandparents had left. I had the most relaxing morning with the house to myself but that ended around noon when those little fuckers started barking their faces off because my grandparents had come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hid in my room for another hour or so until my grandma came in and told me she wanted to go to costco after I finished turning in my apps so I needed to hurry up and get ready. I was reminded about 7 times in an hour about costco and then we finally left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept my cool about my grandmas driving (she's 85 and most likely shouldn't be driving at all) until we pulled up to our first spot. After pulling out of our parking spot and her having no idea where to go and cursing out everything around her I demanded she switch me spot before she kills us. I safely made it to Red Robin and then to Costco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 things to say about Costco. 1.&lt;br /&gt;While I was there wandering around aimlessly and eating samples and reminding my grandma that I have never been there so stop asking me where things were I was praying that one of the overstocked shelves would collapse and spill all of its contents directly onto my head killing me instantly. That unfortunately did not happen. 2. I was not allowed to buy 2 single mangos or 6 bagles.&lt;br /&gt;I had to buy 8 and 12 so for that I say a big giant FUCK YOU COSTCO!!! &lt;br /&gt;On the way out some guy decided to be an ass and pull ahead of the line and then wanted someone to let him in so my grandma told me that she hopes his car gets wrapped around pole. . .&lt;br /&gt;really grandma?! &lt;br /&gt;So I finally make it home to find that the 3 fucking mutts had turned into 5 and the fact that we are no longer going to Sac for Thanksgiving. At this point I'm about to eat a bullet. So in short, is anyone prescribed to valum? I could really use 1 or a handful . . .either way. I'm going to have a stress induced heartattack at a very young age I fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading my rant.</content>
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    <title>Life is good</title>
    <published>2008-11-21T00:17:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-21T00:17:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">this is like a vacation. &lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything to stress about.  &lt;br /&gt;I have things that I should be worried about but I need a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went job searching today.  I filled out all my apps and did a couple online.  I can't wait to get a new job and start having money that won't be going towards rent or utilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have bills and debt and people to pay but those things aren't at risk of being turned off and I'm left in the dark.  I have a list of goals I want to accomplish and a set amount of money I would like to have saved before I even think about moving again.  I actually don't plan on moving out any time soon.  In all honesty they are going to have to kick me out!  HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel completely content.  I feel like I am finally in a secure environment and I can start to grow financially as well as mentally.  I don't really mind not having a car right now.  It means that I will not have any distractions and I can focus on working.  I wouldn't mind having a couple jobs.  &lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that I can work part time at the tanning salon and get a sweet bartending job at Red Robin.  I would rather bartend at a resturant because the money is going to be there.  People will always go out to eat. . .I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy happy joy joy :-)</content>
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    <title>renoemo @ 2008-11-18T19:51:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-19T03:54:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-19T03:54:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I am finally out the the evil clutches of Sheas and out of my stinky soup smelling apartment and living rent free out in spanish springs.  I am so happy to turn over a new leaf. . .or one similar to m old ones but maybe a little more finacially aware. . .who knows.  I love it out here.  Hopefully I can get my car back soon and get a nice litte savings net started.  I don't plan on moving any time soon.  I've moved more than someone my age should ever have to.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway the infinate lonelyness is boring.  Maybe I can find a nice sparks boy (pssshhh) or something.  Whatevs.  &lt;br /&gt;Oh its also nice to know that there is absolutely no threat of any utilities or extras being shut off ever.  Whew.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck on the job search.  I'm pumped.</content>
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