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  <title>"I realized for the first time my one true calling in life"</title>
  <subtitle>"Im a NATURAL BORN KILLER"</subtitle>
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  <updated>2007-04-12T19:18:44Z</updated>
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    <title>tankgirl077 @ 2007-04-12T12:11:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-12T19:18:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-12T19:18:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">lets all be serious for a second-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seconds over.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tankgirl077:8859</id>
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    <title>tankgirl077 @ 2006-09-25T15:26:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-25T19:36:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-25T19:36:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">HAHA fuck im bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lazzzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tired, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and high,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got shit to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i dont wanna do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i probably wont do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i'll get bitched at haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have crossed nerves in my nose because of my nosering, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its a really wierd feeling.</content>
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    <title>tankgirl077 @ 2006-09-22T15:16:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-22T19:29:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-22T19:29:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today was cool. kinda went by slow until 6th hour. Miss mensing left so we had a "perminent building sub" aka the coolest mother fucker around in a class. The first day i met him i found out he lived with JC at one time, and jc burnt his house down, so i automatically knew he was cool. him, me, devon, skank janae, and some one else just walked around the school with a video camera taped a bunch of people and then went back to the class and made fun of everyone on the tape hahaha. he was zooming in on the unibrows and stuff, it was pretty sweet. he talked about going to N/A meetings too cuz devon said they get all huggy lovey in them. he just said people from detroit wanna cop a feel haha. &lt;br /&gt;i wore a tight shirt and a sports bra today and had hard nips all day so that pretty sweet. haha. for some reason i was zoning out in 3rd hour while thinking about being somewhere warm, and naked, and swimming in apple sauce and jiggling my jubbilees in devons face and swinging on swings and stuff. and then i realized i my hands were blocks of ice and i was about to piss myself. i've aten a whole lot today, and im hating food now. just thinking about it makes me wanna fucking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit my pants.</content>
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    <title>tankgirl077 @ 2006-09-20T15:29:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-20T19:41:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-20T19:41:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hmmmmm i really want to go to livonia/Melvindale this weekend poo. Supposivly...my dad thinks i should spend time with my mom and go to Lansing and Saginaw and stuff to all the Goodwills and go shopping with her saturday. oh well i guess i'll just have to make plans next weekend. i ate some soup from Mcky D's today and i felt like i was eating some ones vomit. it was sweeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also drank a mt. dew and feel like a genuine crackbaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its getting cold outside already and im NOT ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hard nips*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like shaking my bare ass in somebodys taco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah im done</content>
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    <title>tankgirl077 @ 2006-09-14T16:11:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-14T20:25:06Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-14T20:25:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've had a really fucked day...&lt;br /&gt;1-woke up and argued with devon for 5minutes (7:30am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-have my horrible cold that makes me wanna punch myself in the fucking crotch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-Got a shitty stomache ache during 1st hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-sat in sourmilk in 1st hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-went down to the bathroom started pulling down my pants, belt buckle snags my undies RIPS THE MOTHERFUCKERS RIGHT IN HALF...during 1st hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-Go home turn on my hair straightener take a shower...get out of the shower go downstairs. im in my room naked sitting on the floor trying to find my mascara...move my ass...SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS...sit on my burning hot straightener bare assed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- get up holding my ass "MOTHER FUCKER, GOD DAMNIT, FUCCK, FUCK ME, SHIT, MOTHER FUCK, FUCK" go over to my undies drawer all pissed off yank it open grab a pair of undies and slam it....with my thumb still in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-"MOTHER FUCKER,GOD DAMNIT, FUUUCCKK, FUCK ME, SHIT, MOTHER FUCK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- go back to school. find sam in the wrong place...threaten to "break her fucking neck"...sent home for the rest of the day because mr B didnt want me to kick her ass and then not be able to graduate this year...he said find her outside of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-went home....11:30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the first...4 hours of my day...fucking wonderful RIGHT?!</content>
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    <title>tankgirl077 @ 2006-09-07T18:15:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-07T22:29:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-07T22:29:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today kinda sucked a little. but not really. All i did in school today was listen to sublime, and do a packet for some gay government class i have. i stretched my septum back to a 6g. and it smells like ass cheese times 300. Im stretching to a 4g. and then im done! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devon made me eggs when i got home from school, he doesnt know how to make anything outside of...cereal, eggs, mac-n-cheese...yup thats it...its not like theres any food here anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my shit from AYP today. its sweet. i ordered my pants too big again though. i shoulda got a 1 or a 3. but dummy me got a 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANCID IS FUCKING TOMORROW! im so happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing else to say so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace bitches</content>
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    <title>tankgirl077 @ 2006-09-04T16:42:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-04T21:04:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-04T21:04:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">today was an all around WEIRD motherfucking day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went underoo shopping with my pops..WEIRD. He just followed me to the underware, stood there for about 30 seconds and then said "im gonna go shopping for an onion....." "uh..okay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went makeup shopping with him..i ask for liquid eyeliner, he hands me blue mascara? "uhm..thats mascara..." "yah so..whats the difference"...nevermind. "i want bright eyeshadow..." ...*dad points*...uh thats hot pink nail polish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also met my grandpa for the first time in my life. It wasnt what i expected. my family is so fucked up and dysfuntional. I know 1 aunt and 1 uncle on my dads side. Everyone else on that side fucking hates us. It was really fucking...creepy. My grandma just died. and i havent seen her since i was like...5. And my dads dad left the family when my dad was like 12...and then came back 40 years later...remarried my dads mom and then she died. when i walked into his house it was exactly the way my grandmas apartment was when i was 5 years old and went over there to visit. and my grandpa was nothing special..he was just an old man that smoked cigs, watched baseball, and drank lots of pepsi. I just sat on the couch, the same couch i used to sit on when i was 5 years old. all her art was there, including the giant tacky ass japanese looking fan thing thats about 4 feet high and 5 feet long. i hated that stupid thing when i was little too. and sitting on that couch reminded me of my grandma taking out her teeth for me when i was little because i thought that was only the coolest fucking thing in the world, but at the same time i was a little grossed out by it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got back home and treated my bitch ass to lots of kiwi's and pop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now im kinda confused about what today was all about, and my belly hurts because i ate too many fucking kiwi's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END</content>
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    <title>tankgirl077 @ 2006-09-01T16:06:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-01T20:26:05Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Its motherfucking friday, devons sitting behind me playing video games (something he's been doing for the last three days non stop. LOSER! ha JK JK LU BOO) The jc visit was bitchin. ha we just laughed about how big of a hoebag hoebag is hahaha. And talked about prison and shit. He's going to Jackson first. and then they are prolly gonna move him from there. He looked good. but he cut his hair! He said it was way too hard to keep it clean. While we sat in the waiting area and waited for his name to be called i had to sit next to this lady that had a flea on her face. She talked to me the whole time and all i could do/concentrate on was that fucking flea. i didnt want that bitch to jump on me. everytime she leaned over i was like OH SHIT OH SHIT FLEA! i was so happy when the door opened and the bitch cop said "HOLT!" i finally escaped the lady with the flea on her face. i gotta pack some shit. Me and Dev are going to Livonia tomorrow...until monday. I think we'll stay are carlos' for a night and then do whatever. my mom was supposed to get out of work at 2 and its fuckin 4:15 and shes still not home. hoe bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rancid in a week bitches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i made a new pants, and they fucking own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...TO BE A MAN YOU MUST HAVE HONOR&lt;br /&gt;HONOR AND A PENIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i love adult swim.</content>
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    <title>tankgirl077 @ 2006-08-30T03:09:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-30T07:24:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-30T07:24:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Rancid</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Its...uhm...Offically wednesday. So that means...in..6 and a half hours, i will be at the jail talking to JC through that WONDERFUL glass on the phone. I miss him. Ever since he got put in jail i've been on a Rancid binge. i think it keeps the jc balance in my life. He got the BIGGG charge dropped (yippie) kidnapping = 25 long mother fucker YEARS! so right now he's generally (give or take) looking at a minimum of 3 years. and thats still soooo long! but he's been in for...6months now so this time is all counting towards his sentence. He's getting sentenced in October. and he's getting shipped to prison, but thats something we all want to happen. He'll be able to go outside/have more freedom, smoke cigs, and he'll actually be able to hug us and have a normal conversation when we go see him. he's a tough punk ass he wont take no ones bulllllshiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rancid show is coming sooooooooon!&lt;br /&gt;Bitches</content>
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    <title>tankgirl077 @ 2006-06-08T09:12:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-08T13:14:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-30T06:57:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i feel like SHIT today. my belly hurts so much. today is my lastday of school...yay its a half day too. we get out at 10 but if you wanna eat (they are making us lunch) you can stay til 11. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went and visited jc yesterday..they are anal as fuck down at the jail. they made me take out all my piercings, cut off all my necklaces, change my shirt. take eveything out of my pocket....ectect...the phone were sorta broke too. i could barely hear jc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i barfed on my coat the other day. and of course i havent washed it so every now and then i get a nice big wiff of vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its sweet</content>
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    <title>tankgirl077 @ 2005-11-15T10:02:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-15T15:15:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-15T15:15:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Me and Devon went to sleep yesterday at like...3:30pm. I had some fucked up dreams. i had this dream this one dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and devon were running down this highway and we came to this wooded area and this cracked out bitch was trying to get us to come to her house. and i stopped and walked down her driveway and there was this little house next to a big house. and i asked her what the little house was for and she said "chewing Tobacco" so i went and looked in the window and it was full of dead people. she had these red shoelaces and she kept trying to get me to take them and put them in my boots but i wouldnt. devon and i got split up and i ran into a group of girls. me and these chicks were running through all these alleys and knocking on doors. we knocked on this one door that said THE BACKDOOR but no one answered. music was playing but we couldnt find where it was coming from. then i lost the girls and ran into devon. he was wearing the red shoelaces. he was acting all wierd and crazy. i kept telling him to take the shoelaces out but he wouldnt. so we walked home. all the sudden this beeping noise started happening. i noticed i had a beeper on my pants. it kept going off. the number was the same every time. it was like...666-9408 or something. finally i got so pissed i threw the beeper away. then we were moving out so i was looking for my kitty i had in the dream. it was half black and half white and it was really furry. its name was Motley. why motley..i dont know. i asked my dad where motley was and he said in the closet. i opened the closet door and there he was! i picked him up and put him in my jacket. then i heard the beeper go off again and motley jumped out of my jacket. he took off under the bed. i told devon to help me find her. so i looked under the bed and saw the beeper..it had the same number on it and then devons like..."i found motley" i turned around and he STABBED ME! then i woke up...wierd huh!</content>
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    <title>tankgirl077 @ 2005-11-14T08:10:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-14T13:13:56Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-14T13:13:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>LOC</lj:music>
    <content type="html">im extremely dead right now...its so early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im wearing my leopard pj's...a shirt and sweatshirt...no bra and no undies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its like40 degrees outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see im dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres no such thing as leftover crack.</content>
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    <title>tankgirl077 @ 2005-11-13T22:20:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-14T03:26:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-14T03:26:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>none</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well...today blew my asshole-e-ole. Uh me and devon woke up at 1-o-clock laid around for an hour. got dressed and went to brianna's house until 8. i got 2 bloody noses. fucking sucks.&lt;br /&gt;end</content>
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    <title>tankgirl077 @ 2005-11-10T11:51:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-10T16:56:50Z</published>
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    <title>tankgirl077 @ 2005-11-09T10:02:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-09T15:27:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-09T15:27:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>devontchkas</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Once upon a time there lived a crackhead and a cow. the cow didnt have a very good "once upon and time" because a few seconds after those words were written the cow was ran over by a one armed man on a moped. the cow went moo and moped schreeched and the crackhead thought it was a sign from the herion addict down the street. he shrieked out "more crack for me!!!" and then he did the rain dance. soon the wind picked up and it started snowing. the crack head leaped in the snow and pranced around like a moose. he sat in one spot and farted until he was sitting in his own puddle of stink. after a while the crackhead remembered earlier in the day... some little overbite snaggle toothed kid had yelled "crack hills" to him while he was bending over to retrieve his crack pipe out of his left sock. so he had the brilliant idea to go to his state map he stole from the dollar tree.he looked at that map for hours looking for this place. Crack hills. the crackhead thought "if only i could find these hills....they must be loaded with CRACK!" he finally gave up on the map. he decided he needed the best of the best...to go on a voyage. he would need a crew to go on a treasure hunt to find crack hills. he recrewted the herion addict, the down syndrome jew, the narcoleptic dwarve with a meat wad brain, and the wierd dude with split personalities...no one knew who was who. they spent their whole lives searching. they all grew very old and grey.one day they came up a hill climbed to the very top...the crackheads crew 2by2 died of exaustion. Leaving the crackhead crackless and angry he punched a hole in the dirt. only to find...dirt.</content>
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