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  <title>Random Bablings</title>
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  <updated>2009-05-29T14:27:20Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:curegirl78:1703</id>
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    <title>How I Met Mario Lopez or Drunken... Lario Mopez! LOL.</title>
    <published>2009-05-29T14:27:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-29T14:27:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>White Lies</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;So, last Friday night it was my friend Ali's bachelorette party.&amp;nbsp; The girls all meet up and we pre-drink before the limo shows up.&amp;nbsp; We get the Lincoln Stretch Navigator (PIMP ASS SWEETNESS!) So we pile in and head downtown.&amp;nbsp; I get a text from my girl Crystal (A MILLION THANKS TO YOU SWEETIE!!!) and she has gotten us into Club Blu downtown for free.&amp;nbsp; We get there and into the club we go.&amp;nbsp; We have some drinks, the bride does some of her 'to do' list.&amp;nbsp; Amanda and I are dancing and one of the bridesmaids (Jamie) starts freaking out about something.&amp;nbsp; Amanda and I shrug.&amp;nbsp; Then I look over to the bar.&amp;nbsp; There is Mario Lopez (AC Slater from Saved by the Bell).&amp;nbsp; I am like...huh, that's pretty cool.&amp;nbsp; All the girls are like &amp;quot;Wow!&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one would go up to him though.&amp;nbsp; So, having some liquid courage in my system strolls up and asks him for some photos for the bachelorette party.&amp;nbsp; He smiles, looked semi-annoyed but was nice, and agreed.&amp;nbsp; We got some pictures with him.&amp;nbsp; He went to sit on some couches in a small enclave.&amp;nbsp; There were no ropes up or anything.&amp;nbsp; So, towards the end of the evening (kind of) I thought we should ALL be in a picture with him.&amp;nbsp; The entire party.&amp;nbsp; So, I roll up to him and ask him if he wouldn't mind getting a picture with all us girls.&amp;nbsp; He agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all pile on the couch and I sit on his left...I figured since I was the one talking to him, that it may make him less uncomfortable, that I sit by him.&amp;nbsp; We get our photos.&amp;nbsp; Then, Mario turns to me and says &amp;quot;Here, talk to my friend Joe, tell him to come out!&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; Mario hands me HIS CELL PHONE, and I proceed to say &amp;quot;Joe, you need to get your ass down to Club Blu downtown Indy Stat! Etc.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; My sister says Mario was just watching and listening to me and cracking up!&amp;nbsp; LOL.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am a pimp?&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; It was a good time.&amp;nbsp; We left Mario due to some ass hole telling us we needed to leave (which we were like, cool whatever man!)&amp;nbsp; The night goes on and in my drunken state I yell to the other girls in the limo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;WE MET LARIO MOPEZ!!&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; LOL.&amp;nbsp; What a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. &lt;img src="http://x.myspacecdn.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/anxious.gif" alt="" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:curegirl78:1431</id>
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    <title>There are Days...</title>
    <published>2009-05-22T18:31:34Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-22T18:31:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Where I&amp;nbsp;want to murder my twin.&amp;nbsp; And I&amp;nbsp;am not talking like sibling crap.&amp;nbsp; Everyday she says or does something horrible to me.&amp;nbsp; And I&amp;nbsp;don't understand why.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;think she needs help.&amp;nbsp; She is truly the &amp;quot;evil&amp;quot; one.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;don't know what to do anymore about it.&amp;nbsp; It's really fucking sad and taking it's toll on me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:curegirl78:1155</id>
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    <title>Beef Jerky Will Be the Death of Me.</title>
    <published>2009-05-21T14:34:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-21T14:34:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Beef Jerky.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;never used to like the stuff.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;hate when it's spicy!&amp;nbsp; But for some reason this morning, I&amp;nbsp;can't stop eating it!!&amp;nbsp; Maybe it's because I&amp;nbsp;am hung-over from last night's Mutiny.&amp;nbsp; That could be.&amp;nbsp; It tastes so good.&amp;nbsp; God damn Beef Jerky!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is going to be interesting.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully no drama.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;hope I&amp;nbsp;don't murder my ex best friend in her sleep.&amp;nbsp; At least I&amp;nbsp;will be at the lake and can get some sun and chill AWAY&amp;nbsp;from her and the other girls at the bachlorette party nightmare.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;am very happy for the Bride to be, don't get me wrong.&amp;nbsp; But I&amp;nbsp;will be even MORE&amp;nbsp;happier when all this wedding shit is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;am starting to wear my hair curly again, people seem to dig it.&amp;nbsp; It's way easier than blow drying and straightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;am so randomly rambling here.....lol.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:curegirl78:973</id>
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    <title>Hmmm</title>
    <published>2009-05-20T15:08:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-20T15:08:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I&amp;nbsp;thought I&amp;nbsp;posted an entry all ready.&amp;nbsp; Stupid LJ.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:curegirl78:760</id>
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    <title>First Entry</title>
    <published>2009-05-20T13:55:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-20T13:55:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, now&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;am forced to use LJ.&amp;nbsp; Something I&amp;nbsp;thought I&amp;nbsp;would never have to do.&amp;nbsp; But since the Nazi's at work blocked myspace and facebook, I&amp;nbsp;am screwed.&amp;nbsp; So, here I&amp;nbsp;am.&amp;nbsp; People never really read my blogs on myspace, why would they bother to read them here?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;LOL.&amp;nbsp; Anyways, gotta go find some friends now.&amp;nbsp; LOL.&amp;nbsp; Yay!</content>
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