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      <title>Just one of thoes days...</title>
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      <description>&lt;div&gt;You seem like you're caught in a fog.  But for some reason it just feels right.  It's hard to explain.  I just feel like I'm walking through this fog all day long, but I know it's nothing to be worried about.  I have a sence of safety even though it looks all gloomy and yucky outside.  It might be because I know this weather isn't going to last long.  I'm so glad we are going to have a few days of sun.  But then of course it's gonna rain.  Kinda sucks.&#xD;
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Here's something strange about me I just reciently learned.  I don't like noise.  And I dislike it so much I have mastered tuning it out.  There was a lady at work the other day and her kids were little tyrants.  I mean screaming!  But for some reason, it just didn't have anykind of effect on me cause I just tuned it out.  I dunno how I did it, but I did.&#xD;
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Mardi Gras is soon.  The fiance and I might be hitting up a few smaller parades...nothing huge though.  Although I would love to go to NOLA.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 12 Feb 2007 17:14:19 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Hootie</dc:creator>
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