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  <title>Randy Angst</title>
  <subtitle>Randy Angst</subtitle>
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    <name>Randy Angst</name>
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  <updated>2005-06-02T23:50:43Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gnarbreaux:21836</id>
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    <title>gnarbreaux @ 2005-06-02T19:49:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-02T23:50:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-02T23:50:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i´m in friggen chile. and it´s the goods. more later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna eat some goods food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gnarbreaux:21588</id>
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    <title>gnarbreaux @ 2005-05-10T13:58:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-10T21:05:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-10T21:05:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">looks like im going to south america in about 2 weeks. santiago chile, to be exact. right now i think im gonna do a month. about to buy my ticket. i wanna hit up buenos aires, some brazil action, and def peru. altho if i spend all my time in chile, im sure i will still have a great time. my friend luis, says i can stay as long as i want. hell, maybe i'll meet a senorita and stay forever.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gnarbreaux:21452</id>
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    <title>vlad the impaler</title>
    <published>2005-01-28T21:02:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-28T21:02:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">went to dracula's castle yesterday, a diff castle more ornate, and then the romanian inpenatrable fortress. everything was covered in snow. it was gorgeous. then we got in a horse drawn carriage somewhere in the carpathian mountains in brasov romania/transylvania and the snow was coming down hard. the carriage took us about a mile or two down the road. we arrived at this huge family run romanian resturaunt. we hopped out the carriage(basically a bench attached to a horse, no roof)and went up the stairs, full welcome commitee waiting for us w/ a shot of homeade romanian whiskey called palinka. then went inside and had an insane traditional romanian feast. super cheap, it was great. now we are in bucharest, we missed our train due to other train being 2 hours late. so we are here for the nite and then off tomorrow to istanbul. i'm a little nervous just cus it's not europe anymore. just liek the first time u did acid or road a roller coaster. but it's always fun. this is like gypsy mecca here in romania, nothing like i imagined. in my mind i'm thinking johnny depp in chocolat all romantic and whatevs. they are crazy disabled poor as fuck beggers who won't leave u alone, for hours. it's gnar. ok, i'm gonna either go out or go to sleep. it's snowing out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gnarbreaux:20995</id>
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    <title>friggen hungary</title>
    <published>2005-01-24T23:20:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-24T23:20:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it's crazy up in here. i'm in budapest, bout to fire up some hashola. just had a crazy hungarian allu can eat and drink buffet. more full than ever. tomorrow nite i go to romania and i'm gonna see dracula's castle. then onto istanbul. after that, greece for a couple of days and then back to paris, and then home. so bigtime party when i get back, somewhere. sweet</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gnarbreaux:20746</id>
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    <title>talk dirty to me in norweigan</title>
    <published>2005-01-02T16:56:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-02T16:56:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">in paris 3 days, basically in love. her name is anne, and she comes from norway. well maybe not love, i only met her 3 days ago; but its the goods. she is gone back to norway this morning tho. oh well. next stop amsterdam. scored a gription of hashish from this dood on NYE2k4. we were drinking champagne at the foot of the arch de triumphe right at midnite, it was the goods. wish u were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahren</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gnarbreaux:20582</id>
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    <title>europe part II</title>
    <published>2004-11-09T03:32:53Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-09T03:32:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>northern state</lj:music>
    <content type="html">leaving dec 29th, returning jan 25th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paris, london, prague, krakow, budapest, berlin, paris. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be fuking cold.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gnarbreaux:20382</id>
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    <title>late nite drunk poem yo...</title>
    <published>2004-09-07T08:47:34Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-07T08:47:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">he shared a secret that no one knew&lt;br /&gt;why not, the poems blew. &lt;br /&gt;i think they're okay; but whatevs, it's sorta ghey.&lt;br /&gt;hiding behind insecurity and shame,&lt;br /&gt; self depravation was his game,&lt;br /&gt;not like olympic shit; but like serious life shit.&lt;br /&gt; what the shit. i like to play. &lt;br /&gt;so their freindship just might grow, with this secret she does know....&lt;br /&gt;i like turkey; but what about dough. &lt;br /&gt;i like all foods, even carbs. &lt;br /&gt;but late at night,we try so hard...&lt;br /&gt;to laugh and joke and act like tards....&lt;br /&gt;he's decided it's stupid and goes inside&lt;br /&gt;that mulletless freind of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i had to cut that shit, not cus i wanted to; but cus my lawyer demanded so. &lt;br /&gt;shave the beard, lose the mull, fuck that wrecks my street cred like to the max. &lt;br /&gt;werd.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gnarbreaux:20110</id>
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    <title>new years in prague</title>
    <published>2004-08-18T03:40:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-18T03:40:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am planning my trip to the europe right now. it looks like i'll be going dec 27th ish, flying into prague. so i'll be doing the new year in prage, dammit i'm so ready for that right now not later. so like 10 days in prague, then train to germany, cologne, then train to munich for about 7 days total time in germany. after that i'm gonna fly to london, spend about 5 or 6 days, prolly hit scotland too. then chunnel to paris, chill for about a week and chunnel back. and finally fly back to prague and head home. gd i'm excited. looks like another solo mission, travelling alone is pretty sweet. i must say tho, i wouldn't mind having one travel companion, or meeting up w/ people; but whatevs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahren</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gnarbreaux:19837</id>
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    <title>stuff</title>
    <published>2004-08-05T05:04:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-05T05:04:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">goin up to see the nephew and chris abad this weekend with jamie. gonna get a lil pell mell i think. do some shoppin, some eatin, and some sight seein. and doy, drinkin. better get my club shirts ready bro. heh. bringin some denim up for chris to mod, and bringin the sewin machine. i'm excited, one more day to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on a diff whut.....i've always thot it to be pretty lame to have celeb crushes; but i've started getting them over the years. first it was wynona ryder or however the fuck u spell that cleptos name. then i went a long time before another, i think the real big one after that was selma blair, i'm still way down cus that's recent. reese witherspoon, for some who knows reason does it for me too. and now my newest, bryce dallas howard, u'd think it's a dood right? it's ron howards daughter. u know, ron howard of the happy days fame. ron howard the director, blah blah blah. anyway, i wanna marry her right now for the history of ever. cept she prolly has a bf and i don't know her. these crushes are lame cus u fall for their character in a movie, u don't know who they are. whatevs, peace out brojangles</content>
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    <title>Halloween in July party</title>
    <published>2004-07-07T23:44:08Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-07T23:44:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">July 16th at the red room in long beach. everyone come, drink specials and so on. get ur costumes ready. werd bitches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahren</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gnarbreaux:19323</id>
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    <title>check this out</title>
    <published>2004-06-27T23:21:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-27T23:21:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hey, i got mentioned at least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.horror-asylum.com/frameset.asp?page=http%3A//www.horror-asylum.com/interview/specials/janitor/andysignore/interview.asp"&gt;http://www.horror-asylum.com/frameset.asp?page=http%3A//www.horror-asylum.com/interview/specials/janitor/andysignore/interview.asp&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gnarbreaux:18959</id>
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    <title>back from the europe</title>
    <published>2004-05-21T02:45:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-21T02:45:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>dizzee rascal</lj:music>
    <content type="html">nobody was rude&lt;br /&gt;did heaps of shopping&lt;br /&gt;ate lots of brie and pate(also had some good ass foie gras)&lt;br /&gt;got my wallet stolen&lt;br /&gt;i was on the same flight from LA to NY with Morrissey and his band, he acknowledged and smiled at me when my jaw dropped(he was like getting on the plane 1st class style before all us common folk when i saw him, oh and the bass player gave me a light when we arrived in NY) OHHHH and there is more, i practically had a beer with boz booer in the expedia bar, u know boz fucking booer!!!&lt;br /&gt;i missed four flights total&lt;br /&gt;ate some good gnocchi and lots of wine&lt;br /&gt;drank over 150 pints of beer&lt;br /&gt;parisian pokins mission accomplished&lt;br /&gt;bought some shoes&lt;br /&gt;spoke some french &lt;br /&gt;walked a bunch&lt;br /&gt;dali museum was the goods&lt;br /&gt;went to a sex shop in montmartre w/ columbian girl carolina&lt;br /&gt;went to a crazy karaoke/pub/disco till 6am in montmartre with this african/french dood named omar and this guy named denmark from seattle.&lt;br /&gt;got dehydrated&lt;br /&gt;ate lots of pizza&lt;br /&gt;drank all my water "with gas"&lt;br /&gt;rode the metro millions&lt;br /&gt;went on a pub crawl in rome&lt;br /&gt;got hammered&lt;br /&gt;got griptions of email address'&lt;br /&gt;this girl katia who works at the hostel in paris took me to an "underground" salsa club(no tourists style)and we danced all night&lt;br /&gt;did a lot of the kiss kiss thing, u know side to side. &lt;br /&gt;met lots of canadians "a"&lt;br /&gt;met 'eaps of australians&lt;br /&gt;a few brazilians&lt;br /&gt;a handful of folk from the UK&lt;br /&gt;and even some loud annoying americans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well there is def more; but this post is like way too long now. so i'm out.</content>
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    <title>last nite was fucking GNAAARRRRR</title>
    <published>2004-04-09T18:42:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-09T18:42:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so i went to the janitor movie premiere, which was sick. They filled the theatre, at least 340 people, and it was well received. There was an afterparty, right up the street on ivar and hollywood, at cinespace. It was like total middle eastern nite, which of course i was way down w/ the gnar ME bunnels. Anyway, i did a lil' dancin to the live band, and the janitor movie crew bailed out pretty shortly after it got started. I wasn't ready to drive, and sure as shit wasn't done partyin. I cruised out, went around the corner to scope out the kill bill part 2 after party. I saw daryl hannah leavin and signin autographs, she's fuckin tall. I was hungry so i got a dog off the cart, smoked a cig, and thought about how the hell to get past security, and inside that damn party. &lt;br /&gt;  so i cruised around the corner to buy some cigs and walk off some of my drunk, used a bathroom where i encountered this dood who was crying to me about how he needed money for insulin. so i gave him some cash and told him it would be chill. i got some cigs at this mag stand right by the beauty bar, and walked around to see if i could sneak into the party from the back. i ran into this other dood who got in a fight w/ his gf and she left him there, stranded. he didn't even know about the kill bill party, i told him i was tryin to get in and he said he'd try to help me get in. so he hopped up on this dumpster to scope the sitch, it didn't look good for us. so he got down, and we figured we'd walk around by the front, and then the other side. as we came around to the front(mind you this party was in an alley, so there are two sides, and there is an exit at the front, on hollywood blvd)guess who walks out at the PERFECT time to grab his limo, Quentin tarantino! yeah fully, and he's w/ this dood in a cowboy hat, prolly his tone hook, and the guy i'm with, khabir, is like "whutup, it's the man" and shakes Quentin's hand. Then Quentin turns to me almost like we were old friends and puts out his hand, and i said whatup. I made some joke and had him rollin', seriously he was giving me an honest from the gut, guffaw. he turns to his friend, and is like "that was funny, this guy is funny shit." i was thinkin, then put me in a fuckin movie bro; but whatever. we said a couple words, and his limo was there, they bailed. anyway, we finally got into the party like right at the end, we pretty much got kicked right out. I did score the sweet ass gift bag tho. contents include the following: vice magazine cd, kill bill part 2 poster, GQ magazine, and the kill bill dvd. I gave khabir a ride to his friends or some shit down the street a bit, then i charged home.</content>
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    <title>JANITOR MOVIE PREMIERE (feature length version of the "office is closed; but her legs are open")</title>
    <published>2004-04-08T02:16:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-08T02:16:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>rick james bitch</lj:music>
    <content type="html">okay everyone must come tomorrow. the janitor movie premiere up in la, at the la film school, across the street from amoeba. check out the website for super details, www.janitormovie.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in the movie too, it's quick but hey, it's my damn debut bitches. come one, come all. call me if u wanna ask about details</content>
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    <title>European vacation</title>
    <published>2004-03-22T06:38:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-22T06:38:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm goin to europe solo style in may, and now i'm excited. this was a spur of the moment decision, tickets are cheap, so ya. werd</content>
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    <title>i had to take this test</title>
    <published>2004-03-17T21:06:36Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-17T21:21:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">here are the test result whatnots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/personality?type=RGLD&amp;g=1&amp;o=1&amp;h=165"&gt;http://www.okcupid.com/personality?type=RGLD&amp;g=1&amp;o=1&amp;h=165&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>bored at 4:30 am</title>
    <published>2004-03-17T12:48:18Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-17T12:48:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">four CDs from your collection that you will never get tired of:&lt;br /&gt;1.gold chains&lt;br /&gt;2.afrika bambaataa  &lt;br /&gt;3.har mar&lt;br /&gt;4.MJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four places you just have to go:&lt;br /&gt;1. the whole world&lt;br /&gt;2. selma blair's box&lt;br /&gt;3. work&lt;br /&gt;4. the bank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four things you'd like to learn:&lt;br /&gt;1. tap dance&lt;br /&gt;2. many languages&lt;br /&gt;3. sew from patterns&lt;br /&gt;4. draw patterns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four beverages you drink frequently:&lt;br /&gt;1. beer&lt;br /&gt;2. soda&lt;br /&gt;3. crystal light&lt;br /&gt;4. tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four tv shows that were on when you were a kid:&lt;br /&gt;1. He-Man&lt;br /&gt;2. Thundercats&lt;br /&gt;3. Transformers&lt;br /&gt;4. G.I. Joe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four tv shows you watch now: &lt;br /&gt;1. style star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four places to go in your area:&lt;br /&gt;1. the irvine rectum&lt;br /&gt;2. laguna - bars&lt;br /&gt;3. south coast&lt;br /&gt;4. costa mesa - bars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four things that never fail to cheer you up:&lt;br /&gt;1. peruvian food&lt;br /&gt;2. shopping &lt;br /&gt;3. sewing&lt;br /&gt;4. movin and shakin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four dream guys/girls:&lt;br /&gt;1. my future wife&lt;br /&gt;2. reese witherspoon&lt;br /&gt;3. my friend chrissie&lt;br /&gt;4. some other really hot chick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 20 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;1. i was 5&lt;br /&gt;2. i prolly ate my boogs&lt;br /&gt;3. i was wishin i was older&lt;br /&gt;4. so i could have sex(i was sorta ahead of my time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 10 years ago&lt;br /&gt;1. i was sexing for the first time&lt;br /&gt;2. i had a steady gf&lt;br /&gt;3. went to santa margarita, i was a sophomore&lt;br /&gt;4. i was a boy scout &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 5 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;1. i was dating cindy&lt;br /&gt;2. i can't remember much during this time of my life&lt;br /&gt;3. i think i had just been arrested and convicted of a felony 6 months prior&lt;br /&gt;4. i wore a huge ass pompadour, i was the first hippi-a-billy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting a little more personal...&lt;br /&gt;name: ahren phonse boulanger&lt;br /&gt;nicknames: none noteworthy&lt;br /&gt;collections: murano art glass, cds, dvds, misc shit, shoes, clothes, cologne &lt;br /&gt;goals/ambitions: for the world to be my cheers(the bar where everybody knows your name, da da da da dah dah)&lt;br /&gt;pets: a dog named snaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faves....&lt;br /&gt;4 letter word: shoe&lt;br /&gt;actor/actress:christopher walken&lt;br /&gt;board game: huh?&lt;br /&gt;book: 36 dollars magazine&lt;br /&gt;candy: the white&lt;br /&gt;cartoon: any of the good ones&lt;br /&gt;cereal: cinn toast crunch and lucky charms&lt;br /&gt;chewing gum: whatevs, pref sug free&lt;br /&gt;color: blue and yellow&lt;br /&gt;color nail polish: orange&lt;br /&gt;day of week: Friday&lt;br /&gt;least fave day: Monday&lt;br /&gt;flower: orchids, iris', and bird of paradise&lt;br /&gt;jello flavor: melon&lt;br /&gt;jewelry: rings&lt;br /&gt;music video: some good one&lt;br /&gt;quote/saying: "let's get this boat in the water"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oddities...&lt;br /&gt;habits: shop till drop, and road rage &lt;br /&gt;obsessions: moto riding, garment modification, girls(those aren't very odd things to obsess over tho)&lt;br /&gt;piercings: no thanks&lt;br /&gt;special skills/talents: many, some too vulgar to talk about&lt;br /&gt;tattoos: 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendship &amp; love &amp; all that jazz...&lt;br /&gt;do you believe in love at first sight? yeah it could happen&lt;br /&gt;do you want children one day &amp; if so, how many? yes i want children. however many i have. &lt;br /&gt;fave thing about the opposite sex: everything&lt;br /&gt;first thing you notice in the opposite sex: personality&lt;br /&gt;least fave thing about the opposite sex: the same reasons i love them&lt;br /&gt;most important thing to you in a friendship is: loyalty&lt;br /&gt;turn offs: too many to list(ok that's a copout, bad dancer, no sense of personal style, sheltered, whoe-ass, frigid)&lt;br /&gt;turn ons: style and she has to be a good dancer&lt;br /&gt;what do you think is a good age to get married? when you're ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other info...&lt;br /&gt;criminal record?: felony; although i got it exponged&lt;br /&gt;describe yourself in 5 words or less: so indecisive i can't decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you speak any other languages? sorta&lt;br /&gt;ever done drugs? ya&lt;br /&gt;last book you read: crime and punishment&lt;br /&gt;most interesting thing to you: life&lt;br /&gt;name some of your favorite things in your bedroom: clothes, paintings, whatevs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing you like about yourself the most: that i'm versatile, and try to adapt to any situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pick a song title that best describes you: shit if i know&lt;br /&gt;worst feeling in the world: too much debt, not enough money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who you like: everyone&lt;br /&gt;who you love: everyone&lt;br /&gt;who you miss: some old friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you ...&lt;br /&gt;Smiled?: like now&lt;br /&gt;laughed?: same as above&lt;br /&gt;Cried?: yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Bought something?: tonight&lt;br /&gt;Danced?: too long ago(although i broke into the charleston just a minute ago out on the turbine deck)&lt;br /&gt;Were sarcastic?: heh&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone?: cheek to cheek w/ this one girl in laguna on sat nite(just for the record, i don't initiate wannabe euro/NY cheek to cheeks; but i return them cus i'm not gonna be like "OMG, that's lame, did you just cheek to cheek me?")&lt;br /&gt;Talked to an ex?: yesterday, on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Had a nightmare?: last nite, the dr. injected my belly w/ something and my right nad got all swollen up, it was weird and i don't remember the whole thing)&lt;br /&gt;Last movie you saw: singin in the rain(bought it on dvd, i am so down w/ gene kelly)&lt;br /&gt;Last song you heard: Van hunt - i'm already insane&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you had to drink: some lipton tea action&lt;br /&gt;Last time you showered: before work&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you ate: tuna fish w/ hot sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You...&lt;br /&gt;Smoke?: yeah but i cut down lately&lt;br /&gt;Do drugs?: nope, i'm on the wagon&lt;br /&gt;Have sex?: nope, sex w/ out love sorta tears me up&lt;br /&gt;Sleep with stuffed animals?: i wish&lt;br /&gt;Live in the moment?: yeah; but it depends&lt;br /&gt;Have a boyfriend/girlfriend?: naw&lt;br /&gt;Have a dream that keeps coming back?: not really&lt;br /&gt;Play an instrument?: the skin flute&lt;br /&gt;Believe there is life on other planets?: i dunno, i haven't been to other planets&lt;br /&gt;Remember your first love?: yeah; but dwelling is bad&lt;br /&gt;Still love him/her?: no way&lt;br /&gt;Read the newspaper?: no; but lately i've been doin crosswords(evident it's the nuclear workers pastime)&lt;br /&gt;Have any gay or lesbian friends?: fully&lt;br /&gt;Believe in miracles?: sure&lt;br /&gt;Believe it's possible to remain faithful forever?: doy. is it possible to have self control? &lt;br /&gt;Consider yourself tolerant of others?: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Consider love a mistake?: no def not&lt;br /&gt;Like the taste of alcohol?: love&lt;br /&gt;Believe in astrology?: defunct science&lt;br /&gt;Believe in magic?: nope&lt;br /&gt;Believe in God?: yes&lt;br /&gt;Pray?: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Go to church?: on occasion&lt;br /&gt;Have any secrets?: yep&lt;br /&gt;Talk to strangers who instant message you?: sure&lt;br /&gt;Wear hats?: most def&lt;br /&gt;Hate yourself?: you gotta love yourself&lt;br /&gt;Wish on stars?: er&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like your handwriting?: probably &lt;br /&gt;Have any bad habits?: yes i do&lt;br /&gt;Care about looks?: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Boy/girlfriend's looks?: yeah again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in witches?: i knew one once; but she was a good witch&lt;br /&gt;Believe in Satan?: call evil what you will&lt;br /&gt;Believe in ghosts?: who knows</content>
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    <title>which hair?</title>
    <published>2004-03-09T09:46:12Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-09T09:46:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">got my mop cut, yeah i'm now rockin a full on flat topullet. pictures comin soon.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gnarbreaux:17130</id>
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    <title>it's been a while</title>
    <published>2004-03-06T23:43:51Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-06T23:43:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i haven't been in ocean water since like 93 or something. went surfin yesterday in oceanside. it was the move. i'm sore as hell tho. werd up</content>
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    <title>my dad has a secret life as a mardi gras jester</title>
    <published>2004-02-29T17:54:49Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-29T17:54:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">if you have ever met my dad, check this out cus it looks exactly like him, and sorta like me i guess. i'll let u be the judge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mardigrasneworleans.com/photogallery/gallery_nitsche/pages/PSA0042-3.html"&gt;http://www.mardigrasneworleans.com/photogallery/gallery_nitsche/pages/PSA0042-3.html&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gnarbreaux:15366</id>
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    <title>shop till you drop</title>
    <published>2004-02-23T13:18:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-23T13:18:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">a series of whatnots i found somewhere a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPANION&lt;br /&gt;-whisper one more time the way you feel&lt;br /&gt;i watch you &lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want you to change my diapers&lt;br /&gt;I need YOU&lt;br /&gt;unconditional love is what i know&lt;br /&gt;i hope you aren't a ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you awaken, and i cringe with each sound sputtered, each whiff of your breath&lt;br /&gt;but what is a cringe? &lt;br /&gt;affection will gush in that direction---over and over like white ink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why would i die for you?&lt;br /&gt;i can't begin to describe the feeling....&lt;br /&gt;define love for me&lt;br /&gt;take a knee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST TIME, "watcha gunna do".......&lt;br /&gt;-when i'm with you, i don't even wanna talk. i know that its you. &lt;br /&gt;I know that forever is time enough to learn your you&lt;br /&gt;you you you!&lt;br /&gt;i want to sit there and listen to you talk, watch the way your mouth moves when it&lt;br /&gt;talks talk. sit intrigued by how you&lt;br /&gt;remind me of someone who i think is a great person.....bringing me seemingly closer&lt;br /&gt;to you. &lt;br /&gt;i feel like i can't even give my full attention to you at times, it flees me like a&lt;br /&gt;fiber fuled raceway le'intestin&lt;br /&gt;I am overwhelmed by the sight of you, my thoughts race. I feel vegetable&lt;br /&gt;like...beets? earth embrace my loins. loins embrace my girth. &lt;br /&gt; the sound of your voice&lt;br /&gt;takes me further. Confusion with clarity. i find it hard to stay in the&lt;br /&gt;conversation, it's not my fault! it's yours! &lt;br /&gt;you stinky bitch&lt;br /&gt;"i luuvvv heeeem"........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW&lt;br /&gt;-gnarred with! left out! shat upon! i hate this, why would i even begin to deal with&lt;br /&gt;this? I want to throw it in the &lt;br /&gt;fucking river where it belongs! float down, and down like a dung log colon void.....far away&lt;br /&gt;from me and mine! &lt;br /&gt; soothe sayer? future teller? claire-fucking-voyance?&lt;br /&gt;NO...NO...NO!!! don't leap into a bottomless pit, even if everyone else in the world&lt;br /&gt;is doing it. cliche? maybe. i state&lt;br /&gt;what most are ignorant of. i poo w/ insignificant love. &lt;br /&gt;I know better, I know why, and why not. &lt;br /&gt;ME? ,not better than you. I fall short. I shit-ass my way thru each day and am not&lt;br /&gt;proud of it....&lt;br /&gt;Life is a love-hate relationship! no shit cockSUCKER!&lt;br /&gt;we hate? we love? we whut?&lt;br /&gt;i like pot roast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'EST TEN&lt;br /&gt;-I wonder when....I think why am i even waiting with anticipation. "shit happens"!!&lt;br /&gt;"OH well." "this will make you feel better."&lt;br /&gt;"don't worry about it." FUCK OFF! "bob stole his car"&lt;br /&gt;  I want to know who rears their ugly heads......is it the mothers fault, the&lt;br /&gt;fathers, or maybe the nanny? Society? what is&lt;br /&gt;right? conform to what, the non-conformists? fuck legal sized paper! fuck no. 2&lt;br /&gt;pencils! fuck automatic staplers!&lt;br /&gt;When shat upon, the shitee tends to crawl back to the shitter once he/she is done.&lt;br /&gt;for some wack fetish? maybe......but to live&lt;br /&gt;life in such a way can be only what comes from a fecal mouth hole of fickle fried funk....UNHEALTHY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;She walks by, he follows w/out remorse....that malicious malicious fucker, she says no, no means yes&lt;br /&gt;battle...battle...battle.....who wins this war? &lt;br /&gt;Game? YES! &lt;br /&gt;why? you tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE &amp; AFTER&lt;br /&gt;-if u make it to the after, not life; but post whuresville....overwhelming grief you&lt;br /&gt;can be sure of. your main pounder saturated with unwanted&lt;br /&gt;emotion! it's like an incurable virus, a cancer most certainly, doing away with your&lt;br /&gt;livelyhood. piercing your heart time and&lt;br /&gt;time again with each membrance, each whiff of a familiar smell. I've been here&lt;br /&gt;before, i drive by this place every day&lt;br /&gt;and it's different now. No her,... no her and me. left alone to trek by these all&lt;br /&gt;too familiar things, faster, maybe that&lt;br /&gt;will help. not likely. once a rose along my road was beutiful, like her it has&lt;br /&gt;lost all smelly smell.  now it stinks like rat's butt shits.&lt;br /&gt;although one rose down, you cannot hate them all for what they have done. One who&lt;br /&gt;blankets is one without integrity. If he&lt;br /&gt;lives his life according to this woven way....GUilty..Guilty....guilty of the worst&lt;br /&gt;crime....holocausts are spawned from this idiocy. the female is sacred, give it up yo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLEXIBLE&lt;br /&gt;-We were tentative about it. no exact day, no exact time. She was in agreement&lt;br /&gt;though! I did not hear her wrong. the plan was&lt;br /&gt;for something that i really was excited about. i skipped out on some outanowhere random happenings of&lt;br /&gt;the same nature, i did not want to do that, not if i was&lt;br /&gt;going to be with her soon. Why would i spoil it like that. &lt;br /&gt;  No word. for days i am left alone, once again, to sit and dwell. To be pelted&lt;br /&gt;with an onslought of fucked up thought and emotion&lt;br /&gt;one after the other. she is insensitive to my feelings, bringing me to a conclusion that i'd rather not be aware of. She is not the one. &lt;br /&gt;she is only an immitation. a decoy?. A great one at that! "fool"! That's me! I&lt;br /&gt;know this, I am willing.....I am forgiving! what is she? "what has she &lt;br /&gt;ever done that's so great"? To go back and do it over again....would i skip out on&lt;br /&gt;other offers? Yes, of course. I want nothing to &lt;br /&gt;change except for her. I would not choose differently if this were a choose your own adventure book. I am&lt;br /&gt;consistent, at least i try to be. Every action, every &lt;br /&gt;word is thought about, gone over and over. I do fall short, more than i'd like. I can't change&lt;br /&gt;anyone or anything, we all decide who we're gonna be, how we affect others, and who we gonna hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALMOST&lt;br /&gt;-it's almost gone now........what in the fuck is she thinking? she can't be as smart&lt;br /&gt;as i once thought. Without me she is losing, losing &lt;br /&gt;years of good times. Laughter, screams, tears, poundage, and best of all&lt;br /&gt;friendship. these things will never be. Lost forever, never &lt;br /&gt;to be given another chance. Move on to the next asshole,  and pass the best choice&lt;br /&gt;by. Smart! &lt;br /&gt;   i felt intimidated by her, because of the size&lt;br /&gt;of her noodle. Once again, I am better off!.!.! Half hearted cliche encouragement is&lt;br /&gt;what i reject. One must know oneself. person b cannot&lt;br /&gt;tell person a that he will be ok. person a needs to know and realize on his&lt;br /&gt;own....have confidence enough to get through these waning &lt;br /&gt;times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WAY&lt;br /&gt;-you make my heart ache for a love letter. one that comes straight from your&lt;br /&gt;(win)breaster 357. don't leave me, don't tease me.&lt;br /&gt;i want it to pierce my livelyhood but not like prince albert. smith and breaston&lt;br /&gt;smack&lt;br /&gt;crack&lt;br /&gt;wiggity wack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author of series - anonymous</content>
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    <title>nuke it</title>
    <published>2004-02-09T10:33:25Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-09T10:33:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well here i am, sittin in the electrical test shop at the SONGS w/ my pops. it's 2:30am and we get off at like 8am. just went and cruised the plant, checked out all sorts of crazy shit that i can't even talk about, or they would kill me. or i would have to kill u, or something. anyway, i'm sorta bored now, and tired, and sick! gonna go get somethin outa the vending machine now. werd up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahren</content>
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    <title>me carro.....aka- the rizzide</title>
    <published>2004-02-04T00:55:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-04T00:57:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">just bought it last nite, it's pretty effin sweet. i am so down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.c2e.info/images/CAS03/scionXB.jpg" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>weird</title>
    <published>2004-01-31T01:35:18Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-31T01:35:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well i got a callback from the people from the reality tv whut. they said they were interested in me for the show. john got a call too. wait i'm ahead of myslef......lemme recap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday john and I went to auditoin for this reality tv show, and, that's it. heh. so i guess we are on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goin tomorrow to sign a contract and non-disclosure agreement etc. so we'll see what happens, they will prolly just end up owning me and my everything, hmmmmm, who knows. werd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moi</content>
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    <title>yo dood</title>
    <published>2004-01-22T22:24:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-22T22:24:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the temptations</lj:music>
    <content type="html">don't ever ever get a felony. that shit will follow u around forevs. Luckily i came out on top this time. i would swim in shit more often if i always came out smellin this good.</content>
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