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  <title>Onomatopoeia</title>
  <subtitle>BANG!</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Katie</name>
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  <updated>2007-06-10T05:21:52Z</updated>
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    <title>katiekablooie @ 2007-06-08T14:22:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-08T22:05:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-09T20:57:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was riding home from school today on my bus, listening to music and not paying attention to anything. As we were stopping at one of the bus stops, a      in the back started screaming. I looked back and saw her pointing out the window, and I followed her stare. Out in an unfenced yard were three guys. Two of them standing, one of them was on the ground,      y. The taller of the two men had a baseball bat and was about ready to smash it into the downed man's head again, when the men realized a whole busload of kids was looking at them. As the bus driver radioed in the 911 call, the other man, who hadn't been doing anything, took a pistol out of his pocket and shot the guy in the head. At this point, the whole bus was in shock and glued to the morbid scene. The two men got into a car and sped off. When I came home I was visibly shaken. I told my mom what I had just seen. Then she got scared and said, "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "FRESH" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought "Nah, forget it, yo homes to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about 7:00 or 8:00 and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:katiekablooie:819</id>
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    <title>katiekablooie @ 2007-06-07T13:22:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-07T19:26:33Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-10T05:21:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;so. I'm a year older. 
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shit. 
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haha 
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my friends came over yesterday. 
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and I cannot even explain how awesome it was. 
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but it was. &lt;center&gt; 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;~~~
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&lt;b&gt;I'm getting my labret peirced.&lt;/b&gt; 

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yes yes yes. 


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and I like a booooooooooy...... 




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and also 
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my mom sent me a hundred dollars (through my stepmom. in the mail), and my stepmom won't give it to me. 
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&lt;center&gt; 


(I think nosebleeds are sexy. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


and to be quite frank &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


I don't care what you have to say about that&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;


but nosebleeds are sexy/erotic/lovely.)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:katiekablooie:572</id>
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    <title>katiekablooie @ 2007-06-03T12:22:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-03T18:23:29Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-04T22:00:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'M GROUNDED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can call me on my home phone &lt;br /&gt;(303)289-8672</content>
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