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  <pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2006 19:57:41 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>well today is just one of those days.  i&apos;m the only ET on duty and everything here has been fixed which means i ain&apos;t got nothing to do for the whole day.  i hate just being here doing nothing, i get paid yes, but that&apos;s not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being idle gives me too much time to think, and thinking with me is usually not good.  other than work stuff i spent my three days off sick.  i couldn&apos;t keep solid food down so i resorted to a diet of alcoholic fluids.  i seem to be better though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get payed tomorrow and this paycheck looks to be really good.  anyway that&apos;s enough for now, got time to kill and maybe a coworker or two.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 22 Nov 2005 19:18:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>well i&apos;m back at work, i got this past weekend off and i went home.  not the most pleasant of visits, but oh well.  i got my work cut out for me for today and tomorrow.  i get to rewire an entire cement pump, fun shit.  oh well that&apos;s the job i chose i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i got shit to do, later. -rob</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2005 17:47:57 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>well my uncle passed away early yesterday morning.  fucked up thing is i felt it happening the night before i just didn&apos;t know what the feeling was.  he was a good man and wherever he is now may he find the peace in death he never knew in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad is torn up bad about it, i mean who wouldn&apos;t it was his brother.  while they&apos;re all grieving and going to the funeral i&apos;m stuck in alice working.  i can&apos;t even be with my family when they need me most, what good am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this just when i was coming out of my depression too.  oh well i guess it&apos;s another couple of weeks of depression.  on a related note i almost killed a guy i work with yesterday just for messing with me on the wrong day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway to whoever cares thanks for listening. later -rob</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 05 Nov 2005 22:02:38 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>well it&apos;s just one of those days where it just don&apos;t pay to get up in the morning.  i&apos;ve realized recentely that i&apos;ve been drinking entirely too much and i don&apos;t even know why no more.  i can feel myself getting depressed whenever i go home after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that&apos;s the reason i drink.  since i feel the depression setting in i just want to fall headfirst into it as quickly as possible to come out just as soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note i found out that my family might be getting smaller in the near future.  my uncle is in the hospital with God only knows what.  the doctors have yet to figure out what&apos;s wrong with him, all they know is he&apos;s been sick for a couple of weeks now and he ain&apos;t getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don&apos;t life just suck sometimes?</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2005 16:15:29 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>do you know what it&apos;s like to get so drunk one night that you wake up the next morning drunk still?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you do, huh?  well now do you know what it&apos;s like to wake up drunk and have to go to work?  that&apos;s what happened to me this morning.  i drank entirely too much last night in a short amount of time and i got pretty drunk to the point i stumbled back to my house.  anyway i woke up today at six like usual and i still felt drunk, took a cold shower even though it was cold outside, still drunk.  got to work and got some coffee drank that and surprise surprise i still felt drunk.  i&apos;ve been working all morning like that, fortunately it&apos;s starting to pass already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;ve been calibrating things all morning and building cables, it hasn&apos;t been a good day to be how i am.  anyway i gotta go back to my mind numbing labor.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 06 Oct 2005 18:35:16 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>To anyone that cares I&apos;m still alive.  I made it back from Oaklahoma just fine.  I took four days off of work to recover from my trip but that was just fine.  I&apos;m back to my work and back to my boring days of doing nothing, sometimes, for a living.  If what I was told is correct I will be getting sent out on jobs starting monday and be going out for a whole month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss seems to think that&apos;s a punishment for me taking four days off, but hell if I had things my way I&apos;d go out everyday.  After all I live alone, I got nothing to go home to, so I might as well stay on the road and work as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it&apos;s back to work for me.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Sep 2005 16:28:28 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>why is it always cheaper to be a dick than to do the right thing?  this past weekend we found some puppies here in the shop, two females, both adorable.  anyway the cheap way to do things woulda been to just leave them there, note that is also the dick way.  the good way of doing it was to take them down to the valley with me and try and find them a good home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i did find both good homes, my parents took one and my brother took the other.  they will be well taken care of from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on other news i&apos;ll be going to oklahoma next week.  i take off on monday and come back at the end of the month.  you gotta love working for a company that sends you aways just for training purposes.  oh and the whole time i&apos;m there i&apos;ll still be getting payed, though it&apos;ll only be 40 hours a week plus a 25 dollar per diem for every day i&apos;m out.  the per diem alone is 250 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway it&apos;s back to work for me, after all i gotta make a living somehow.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 08 Sep 2005 13:34:28 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>welcome to the wonderful world of suckiness.  today just feels like that, from waking up late to coming in to work and having to soder the extension cord on a grinder that someone broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to top it off i didn&apos;t sleep well last night.  strange dreams kept coming to me and disappearing without leaving a trace for me to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess i just gotta get even more intoxicated tonight to not give a damn about those dreams.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 29 Aug 2005 18:36:13 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>well it seems i made a new friend over the weekend.  his name is Dante he is a 2 year old siberian husky.  very playful little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway my paycheck for this term arrived and it was better than i hoped.  i&apos;m glad i moved, though i left everything i cared about behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway gotta go back to work.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 25 Aug 2005 13:33:07 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>another productive day at work.  i get to change CB antenna&apos;s today.  it&apos;s lots of fun specially when you come close to busting your ass by falling of the goddamn cabover trucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i guess i should get back to work and sweat some more, after all that&apos;s what i get payed the big bucks to do.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 22 Aug 2005 14:46:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Well happy birthday to me</title>
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  <description>so i turn 21 today, no big deal.  all it means is i can do things legally now that i&apos;ve been doing anyway since i was sixteen.  the day already started out bad and as tradition goes it will get worse before it gets better.  oh well guess i just gotta learn to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight i&apos;m picking up some booze on the way home from work and getting drunk once i get there.  you gotta love it when you gotta celebrate things alone.  anyway back to work.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 20 Aug 2005 15:55:49 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>well it&apos;s another boring day at work with nothing to do.  i like today though, cause we&apos;re on the clock and not doing much.  at the same time thought it&apos;s a waste of my time cause i ain&apos;t gonna reach forty hours for the week and i get payed for forty regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway back to doing nothing and getting payed for it.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 11 Aug 2005 12:23:40 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>well another boring day at work.  i&apos;m getting payed to sit on my ass today and work on standards on the computer.  only bad part is that the standards suck.  it&apos;s a bunch of safety crap that for the most part is common sense and the other part i don&apos;t need to know most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the H2S training is good but that&apos;s about the only meaningful one yet.  oh well so long as i keep getting payed while i do this i guess i better do it.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 10 Aug 2005 14:44:56 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i swear they are trying to kill me here.  i&apos;ve been doing boring modules all morning and i&apos;m not ever a quarter of the way through.  i like my job but shit like this i hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well i gotta do what i gotta do to stay employed.  back to work for me.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 01 Aug 2005 13:48:52 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>well it&apos;s just another day at work with nothing to do.  aside from being bored i&apos;m in a don&apos;t fuck with me kinda mood.  oh well guess i&apos;ll have to make the best of it.  this past weekend was nice, i had it off and i went down home for three days.  spent time with a very special person, caught wedding crashers, then came back to alice.  anyway time to get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;                                                         -rob</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 28 Jul 2005 13:26:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Surprised it still works</title>
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  <description>who woulda thought that this thing is still alive, but i guess despite best efforts it&apos;s still alive and kicking.  anyway it&apos;s been a long time since i came on here and good things and bad things have happened.  i&apos;m no longer with the girl that is written about in all the previous posts.  i have a new job in south texas making good money.  i&apos;m not happy but i&apos;m well on my way to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life started taking a turn for the better when i got dumped and though it hurt at the time i&apos;m still standing.  hell i&apos;m bigger and better than i ever was and life is only gonna keep looking up from the looks of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i gotta get back to work, to anyone that&apos;s ever cared thanks for the encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                            -Rob</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2004 04:55:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>How should i react??</title>
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  <description>Well I just found out that one of my teacher&apos;s from HTI passed away two weeks ago.  I don&apos;t know how to react to this.  This man was the only teacher who has truly challenged me in my life.  I guess you must say he increased my love for what I studied.  He rose above and beyond being a teacher and gave me advise on how to handle several aspects of my life.  His greatest advice to me was &quot;Robert always remember that men can only do one thing right at a time.  The day you realize that life will seem much easier.&quot;  That advise is possibly what saved me from suffering a second heart attack.  So to Mr. Hogancamp where ever you are I would just like to say thanks for everything.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 12 Dec 2003 16:38:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gaijindesign.com/lawriemalen/nintendo&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.gaijindesign.com/lawriemalen/nintendo/doubledragon.gif&quot; width=&quot;285&quot; height=&quot;120&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;:: how nintendo are you? ::&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 29 Nov 2003 18:26:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i just had to do this</title>
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  <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.pvpforums.com/showthread.php?s=&amp;threadid=44664&quot;&gt;http://www.pvpforums.com/showthread.php?s=&amp;threadid=44664&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 24 Nov 2003 19:49:18 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>well let&apos;s put this up and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Post anything that you want, and post it anonymously. Anything. A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love - anything. Be sure to post anonymously and honestly. Post more than once, if you&apos;d like. Then, put this in your LJ to see what your friends (and perhaps others who you don&apos;t even realise read your LJ) have to say.&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2003 23:56:26 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>well it&apos;s been several days since i last heard from my girl.  to be honest i&apos;m very worried, that&apos;s the worst part of a relationship like ours.  it sucks not knowing what&apos;s going on with the other person.  i hate the feeling of not knowing if something happened to her, or if she&apos;s alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote to her telling her i needed to talk to her the other day and i have yet to get a response to that.  sweetheart if you&apos;re reading this i want you to know that the reason i needed to talk to you is to discuss some things that are going on with me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven&apos;t updated my journal in a couple of days due to the fact that i&apos;m highly irritable recently.  it has to due with the fact that i haven&apos;t had a smoke in five days and a drink in seven and a half weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;ve been very tense lately and i&apos;ve kept mostly to myself to keep from snapping at those that are not at fault.  it is very hard to quit on willpower alone but i&apos;m doing it so that i can be around a little longer and hopefully one day form a family with my girl by my side.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 18 Nov 2003 07:28:40 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Your soul is bound to the &lt;b&gt;White Rose&lt;/b&gt;: The&lt;br&gt;Pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;I&apos;ve been waiting in the dark for a long&lt;br&gt;time, shining my beacon of hope through the&lt;br&gt;shadow.  If you see me, don&apos;t you hide your&lt;br&gt;eyes from me.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The White Rose is associated with purity, honor,&lt;br&gt;and chastity.  It is governed by the goddess&lt;br&gt;Artemis and its sign is The Cross, or Agape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a White Rose, you are a person of your word.&lt;br&gt;You may have a strong moral code, but&lt;br&gt;regardless of your virtue, you always stay true&lt;br&gt;to yourself.  To you, love is the most pure of&lt;br&gt;emotional forms and it&apos;s just a matter of&lt;br&gt;waiting for it to bless you.  Some people may&lt;br&gt;say you are too idealistic, but it&apos;s only&lt;br&gt;because you don&apos;t want to mess things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;-1&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://quizilla.com/users/donarepa/quizzes/What%20Rose%20Is%20Your%20Soul%20Bound%20To%3F/&quot;&gt;What Rose Is Your Soul Bound To?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;-3&quot;&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href=&quot;http://quizilla.com&quot;&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2003 20:47:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i hate this class more and more</title>
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  <description>well i&apos;ve been in this class for a week and everyday it seems more and more useless.  today i had to write a job description for the kind of job i want after i graduate from here and six questions i would ask in an interview.  i mean what kinda work is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday i have to play dress up for school.  i have to wear slacks, dress shoes, a dress shirt, and a tie.  aghh i don&apos;t like having to dress up.  i hate it, i hate it, i hate it.  oh well there ain&apos;t nothing i can do about it but complain, and you better believe i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side of things i&apos;m looking forward to going home fro christmas.  i get to see some people from my past and let my parents see a picture of the girl in my future.  so far i have plans with two girls when i go home.  both old friends of mine, both very good looking.  oh and beth if you&apos;re reading this you know not to worry cause you&apos;re the one that matters to me.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2003 04:37:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>well i did what i was fearing</title>
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  <description>well i had told my dad a while back about beth, and he sounded cool with it.  i had not however told my mom cause i knew she wouldn&apos;t like it.  well i was right mom didn&apos;t like it.  well i should explain, mom didn&apos;t like it at first.  she didn&apos;t like the fact that the girl that might end up being her daughter in law some day was so far away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom said that she is thankful for the fact that i have someone that loves me and wants to be with me for a while.  i got mom to soften up somewhat towards the thought that i have someone and that i&apos;m happy.  all she asked of me as of now is the same thing dad asked and that&apos;s that i bring the picture of me and my girl with me when i come home for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was good for my girl that i tell my parents about her for the simple fact that they&apos;ve both told me that i&apos;m gonna have to behave when i come home.  their reasoning is that i have someone and they&apos;re gonna make sure i stay true to her.  i told them they didn&apos;t have to worry cause i love my girl and there is no way in hell i&apos;m gonna cheat on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i gotta go for now i&apos;m watching survivor series so i have better things to do.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2003 12:41:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>well it was desicion time</title>
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  <description>well after that scare the other day i&apos;ve come to a desicion.  i finally  decided to quit smoking, i smoked my last cigarette about half an hour ago.  this is going to take alot of effort, but i know that i can do it.  i&apos;ve been told that what happened to me sounds like a mild stroke and my smoking won&apos;t help the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides i&apos;m not ready to leave this world just yet.  there is a little girl to whom i promised my life and i&apos;m gonna stick around and fulfill that promise to her.  see what i do for you girl, and i do it all cause i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i&apos;ve been sitting here for the past hour or so discussing life with my roomate and i&apos;ve seen something.  the more thought i give to it the clearer it becomes that part of the reason me and beth are still together is due to my roomate.  a long time ago he told me that if me and beth could stay together through the distance we could get through anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his advice has helped to open my eyes and keep me from doing some pretty stupid things in this relationship.  also yet again he has opened my eyes and let me see that most of the troubles me and my girl have are self imposed.  they are problems i cause myself because i&apos;ve never had anything this good and i&apos;m looking for faults in the relationship.  i see now that all the faults are in my head and that me and beth are really good together.</description>
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