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  <title>random thoughts</title>
  <subtitle>Rob</subtitle>
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    <name>Rob</name>
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  <updated>2008-04-21T06:52:23Z</updated>
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    <title>azrob69 @ 2008-04-20T22:45:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-21T06:52:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-21T06:52:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">neglected&lt;br /&gt;the apathy begins at birth&lt;br /&gt;the absolute destruction of one's self worth&lt;br /&gt;when father comes home, the closet becomes a refuge and the drinking&lt;br /&gt;increases the abuse&lt;br /&gt;this life-style of mindlessness must end before this madness receives&lt;br /&gt;acceptance&lt;br /&gt;bruised arms and legs fill the bodies of young children who do nothing but&lt;br /&gt;hide innocently&lt;br /&gt;in attempt to avoid their insanity&lt;br /&gt;stop, stop, stop the abuse&lt;br /&gt;this life-style of mindlessness must end before this madness becomes&lt;br /&gt;accepted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. i remember these lyrics from focal point (the christian earth crisis.. some remember them) and some nights i hear this kid no older than 4 cry and scream at 1030 at night. thats not normal and i dont know what to do.. im staying out of trouble like i was told to do when i moved out here by the people above.. but at the same time i cant see i kid suffer like this. Child Protective Services arent worth a crap and the police cant do anything unless they see obvious abuse or an environment a child shouldnt be in... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone have any advice or know of somewhere else i could turn.. ? im out of the trouble right now and im enjoying the parent/career-man life, so i dont need any drama, fights, wierd crew/gang bullshit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:azrob69:31193</id>
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    <title>hookah = LAME!!!!</title>
    <published>2008-04-03T05:11:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-03T05:11:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>sneaker pimps</lj:music>
    <content type="html">what is this big giant trend for hookah? i dont get it.. the same douchebags vote to ban smoking in bars but their gonna go somewhere and spend money to do what? SMOKE! im really starting to realize that the way society thinks completely and totally contradicts itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hookah is gay.. smoking is gay.. yea, i know.. i USED to smoke like a chimney. i definetly will say that smoking was a big regret. quitting was even hard to do after only smoking for 4 years.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:azrob69:30469</id>
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    <title>its always wierd</title>
    <published>2008-01-27T19:15:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-27T19:15:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I always found it odd when I talk to a buddy and they say the reason their gf broke up with them is because she feels intimidated by him and doesn't feel worthy enough to date him. I always thought you were always suppose to look at your partner and go "holy shnikies.. Wow". People are wierd.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:azrob69:30249</id>
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    <title>i havent written in here in a while</title>
    <published>2008-01-21T08:39:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-21T08:39:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Starflyer 59</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Life's good. Lately working on developing a relationship with this awesome girl Crystal I met. She gives me those feelings that I haven't ever felt for a girl. Its good for me I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to take joint custody of my daughter. Thatll be good for her. I love spending time with her. We're at a beach front condo right now.. She's loving Disneyland and Southern California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newport Beach rules..</content>
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    <title>azrob69 @ 2007-07-29T00:42:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-29T07:42:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-29T07:42:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm kinda drunk.. If I wasn't so tired I think I'd be enjoying myself. Time for some nachos. I need a blowjob.. That's all.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:azrob69:29933</id>
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    <title>azrob69 @ 2007-06-26T09:41:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-26T16:41:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-26T16:41:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>motorhead</lj:music>
    <content type="html">On my way to Ely, Nevada for work.. What a drive.</content>
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    <title>azrob69 @ 2007-06-23T21:01:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-24T04:01:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-24T04:06:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>bad religion</lj:music>
    <content type="html">People who marry under the age of 21 are dipshits. Why the hell would you want to tie yourself down to bangin one chick before you've had to opportunity to test drive a few? Realistically, what is it that us guys want out of relationship? Sex. That's it. So I guess the guys who get married either have no game or they're too pussy to enjoy the multiple fruits of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people who get married are just plain crazy anyways. I can't be with the same chick for any more than a couple of times before I'm ready to move on to the next. Why pay for the meal when you can get as many free samples as you want?</content>
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    <title>azrob69 @ 2007-05-19T03:31:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-19T10:31:50Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-19T10:31:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>falling sickness</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Alcohol kicks my ass. I guess that's a good thing. I feel embarrassed that I had to call my neighbor and his girlfriend to come get me and my car. But I guess that's less embarrassing then a dui. A bean burrito and some chips n salsa later, I'm sobered up. But I have a feeling that I'm gonna feel the heartburn tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. I finally bought an xbox 360. The wait for the price to go down was worth it. Around the holidays they were $450. I bought the premium 360 at gamecrazy for only $300. Let's hope they don't make a new one anytime soon. Last time I bought nintendo 64 they were obsulete 2 years later. Bastard game companies. Its all a corporate scam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of the web.. I'm struggle to stay awake.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is everyone by the way? I don't talk to too many people anymore. I haven't seen cats like manchild in quite some time.</content>
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    <title>azrob69 @ 2007-04-20T02:03:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-20T09:03:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-20T09:03:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You cherish what I consider a distant memory.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:azrob69:28876</id>
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    <title>azrob69 @ 2007-04-15T15:02:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-15T22:02:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-15T22:02:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Is getting pregnant before you get married the cool new trend I don't know about. I know I knocked up a chick in high school (key phrase: in high school. High school = retarded)  and now have a beautiful blonde daughter from it. But seriously there's too many chicks who get knocked up, the dude splits and they're stuck raising the kid alone until they find some shmuck to do the job the kid's father should be doing. I see it too often where all these chicks are doing is looking for a someone to be the father for the kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with this tangent.</content>
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    <title>azrob69 @ 2007-04-01T22:46:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-02T05:46:59Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-02T05:46:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I went on a date tonight. It was a lot of fun. I didn't act like a scumbag and enjoyed it. This chick didn't start saying stuff like "we're going to make a cute couple" before I show any interest. I may have found a somewhat normal chick... A miracle.</content>
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    <title>....</title>
    <published>2007-03-30T04:38:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-30T04:38:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>sheer terror - i spoiler</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Dear chicks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever say any shit like "we'll make a cute couple" before I've shown any sign of being interested in you. That shit's kinda creepy.</content>
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    <title>azrob69 @ 2007-03-19T10:57:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-19T17:57:15Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-19T18:02:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>gorillaz</lj:music>
    <content type="html">People make it sound like being a scumbag is bad thing..</content>
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    <title>azrob69 @ 2007-03-13T14:51:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-13T21:51:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-14T02:51:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>structure of lies / indwelling mix</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Dude... Its hot outside</content>
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    <title>azrob69 @ 2007-03-03T10:39:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-03T17:39:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-03T17:39:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Minus - Jesus Christ Bobby</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Its windy as hell this morning. Its a cold wind at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been craving a 7 layer burrito since 8am. I'll go get one in a few, but I'll probably regret it though. Ha</content>
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    <title>one thing ive realized..</title>
    <published>2007-02-21T06:52:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-21T06:52:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>rapid fire - its metal!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Partying is always there. The same people are always in the same spot and doing the same thing. Its kind of funny. I go to the bar i used to go and the same people are there in the same places. And yet, they still remember your name. Go fucking figure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus on priorities first and the party will always be there. It took me awhile to realize that. Now I do, I'm kicking myself for all the quality times I've missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't beat myself up over it. All i can do is just keep doing what im doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you Ryan Butler, Cole and Leith. Sorry that i let the party life get in my way of being myself. Trying to be someone im not was lame.</content>
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    <title>azrob69 @ 2007-02-19T21:46:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-20T04:46:25Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-20T04:46:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>morcheeba - trigger hippy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I hate when my balls stink</content>
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    <title>azrob69 @ 2006-10-21T22:41:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-22T05:41:36Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-22T05:41:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"I don't care about your feelings&lt;br /&gt;I don't care I made you cry&lt;br /&gt;I don't care I wasn't there for you in your trying times&lt;br /&gt;Who was ever there for me&lt;br /&gt;Who heard my screams&lt;br /&gt;Now I live this Goddammed life with these broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;THE TRUTH HURTS!&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me how to live or change my ways&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me to respect the things you do or say&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me to respect the things you do for me&lt;br /&gt;When all you do is lie cheat and deceive&lt;br /&gt;It's not what you feel it's what you must do&lt;br /&gt;This misjudgement happens everyday &lt;br /&gt;and this shouldn't be true&lt;br /&gt;If you would open your mind&lt;br /&gt;Instead of just your mouth&lt;br /&gt;And find out what the truth is really all about"</content>
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    <title>azrob69 @ 2006-09-20T17:30:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-21T00:30:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-21T00:30:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">OK know lets see who gets offended and who really has a good sense of humor and isnt to damn serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When she asks how she looks, shrug and say "Could be better." This will keep her on her toes, and girls love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Never hold her hand. This can be interpreted as a sign of weakness.&lt;br /&gt;(Or--if she grabs your hand, squeeze hers really really hard until she cries. This will impress her by showing her what a strong man you are.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Once a month sneak up on her from behind and knock her over. Girls are like dogs. They love to be roughed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Call her in the middle of the night to ask if she's sleeping. If she is say "You better be." Repeat this 4 or 5 times until morning. This will show her you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When she is upset about something, suggest to her that it might be her fault. This will pave the way for her own personal improvement, and every girl needs some improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Recognize the small things . . . they usually mean the most. Then--when she's sleeping, steal all her small things and break them. Because jewelry is for wussies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you're talking to another girl, make sure shes looking. When she is, stare into her eyes mouth the words "F*ck You" and grab the other girls ass.&lt;br /&gt;Girls love competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Tell her you're taking her out to dinner. drive for miles so she thinks it's going to be really special. Then take her to a burning tire yard. When she starts to get upset tell her you were just kidding and now you're really going to take her to dinner. Then drive her home. When she starts crying and asks why you would do something like that lean over and whisper very quietly into her ear "...because i can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Introduce her to your friends as "some chick." Women love those special nicknames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Play with her hair. Play with it HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Warm her up when shes cold...and not by giving her your jacket... then you might get cold. Rather, look her in the eye and say "If you don't stop bitching about the cold right now you're going to be bitching about a black eye." The best way to get warm is with fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Take her to a party. When you get there she'll have to go to the bathroom (they always do). Leave immediately. Come back right when the partys dying and yell at her the whole way home for ditching you at the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Make her laugh. A good way to do this is if she has a small pet...kick the pet. I always find stuff like that funny. Why shouldn't girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Let her fall asleep in your arms. When she's fast asleep, wait 10 minutes then JUMP UP AND SCREAM IN HER EAR! Repeat until she goes home and you can use your arms for more important things...like basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Spit often. I hear girls like guys that spit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you care about her never ever tell her. This will only give her self confidence. Then you can never turn her into the object she deep down desires to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Every time youre in her house steal one of the following: shoes, earrings, or anything else that comes in pairs. Only take one of the pair.&lt;br /&gt;This way shell go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Take her out to dinner. Right when shes about to order interrupt and say "No, shes not hungry." Make her watch you eat. Girls love a guy that speaks for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Look her in the eyes and smile...then clock her one. Girls love a spontaneous guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Give her one of your t-shirts......and make sure it has your smell on it. But not a sexy cologne smell...a bad smell. You know what i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. When its raining keep asking her if shes crying. She'll say "No, its just the rain." Ten minutes later turn to her and just scream "Stop crying you f*cking baby!" Girls like a tough man as I've already stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Titty twisters...and plenty of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. If you're listening to music and she asks to hear it, tell her no. This way she'll think you're mysterious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Two words...Dutch Oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Remember her birthday but don't get her anything. Teach her material objects arent important. The only thing thats important is that she keeps you happy. And your happiness is the greatest present she can ever get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. If shes mad at you for not calling her when you say you will promise her that you will call her at a certain time of the day. This will make sure that she waits by the phone. Tell her when you call youre going to tell her a special surprise. Now shell be really excited. Now dont call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. When she gives you a present on your birthday, Christmas, or just whenever, take it and tell her you love it. Then, next time you know she's coming over on a trash day, leave the trash can open and have the present visibly sticking out of the can. Girls actually don't like this one that much but I think it's funny.</content>
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    <title>azrob69 @ 2006-05-11T19:43:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-12T02:47:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-12T02:47:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">looks like i may be moving to jersey... fuckin coast guard</content>
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    <title>azrob69 @ 2006-05-08T19:01:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-09T02:02:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-09T02:02:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">the women in iceland.. holy shit. fuckin dolls... i know where to go if i ever gain the desire to get married. the ones that arent hot there, would be at least an 8 here.</content>
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    <title>real recognizes real and i dont recognize you</title>
    <published>2006-05-03T22:30:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-03T22:44:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>icepick - real recognizes real</lj:music>
    <content type="html">since you decided to waste your time on trackin down my little journal, psychotic stalker. ive tried to be nice to you. i saw you were dealin with shit like everyone else has to, but instead of suckin it up like everyone else has to, you decided to throw yourself a pitty party every night instead of keepin up with shit. you make it sound like you're the only with problems, you have no idea what problems are. you arent like me nor have a smaller being looking up at you expecting the world from you when all you can give them is little pieces at a time. you talk like you're above everyone else and that you're the shit. instead, ive come to realize that you are shit. every time you open your mouth, bullshit comes out. i live in the real world and lookin at you, you're stuck in some teenage reality series. you need to lay off the MTV and begin to see life for what it truely is. you're just a pile of puke like the rest of us and for some reason you think your somethin special. you havent lived life like i have and really dont know what life is.. time to stop listening to what corporate america tells you and get down in the trenches where the real people are. i used to think you were alright, but i stand corrected. the front you throw on is nothin but a mask. ive seen all the different masks you have and use. you are what i despise, you are what made me reject the values you hold true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;real recognizes real, &lt;br /&gt;and i dont recognize you.</content>
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    <title>azrob69 @ 2006-05-02T22:27:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-03T05:27:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-03T05:29:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">if i was a girl, id beat the shit out of my roommate.</content>
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    <title>azrob69 @ 2006-04-24T18:48:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-25T01:54:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-25T01:54:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i hate gettin all personal and shit on here but im gonna vent some steam....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this girl i like that i got to spend time with this weekend... basically i want to get to know her better. and well, there's some people that arent 100% down with me talkin to this girl because of my usual tendencies. it pisses me off.. but what are you gonna do? former scumbags grow up eventually.</content>
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    <title>azrob69 @ 2006-04-15T16:44:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-15T23:44:52Z</published>
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    <content type="html">my roommate is an angry person</content>
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