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  <title>Darwin's Daycare</title>
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  <updated>2009-06-18T20:59:27Z</updated>
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    <title>Pregnant</title>
    <published>2009-06-18T20:59:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-18T20:59:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm gonna be a daddy!!!!!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:callmepotato:25280</id>
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    <title>Can't Sleep</title>
    <published>2009-05-30T10:04:21Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-30T10:04:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Gotta love Prednisone. I can't sleep. I can't get comfortable. I'm sore. Maybe this will go away though. I hope.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:callmepotato:25064</id>
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    <title>It has been a long time....</title>
    <published>2009-04-07T16:37:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-07T16:37:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Now I'm not saying that I'm going to be posting like crazy, but I thought I should update at least a little. Honestly, I think that anyone who might still look at my journal knows what is going on with my life.  If not, brief overview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fired from Conn's Appliances without cause.&lt;br /&gt;*Had to move back in with the mother-in-law due to the above item.&lt;br /&gt;*Samantha the cat passed away.&lt;br /&gt;*Got myself deeper and deeper into debt.&lt;br /&gt;*Major health issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess a lot of it is bad....there are some good things. My wife, our new dog Zoey. I have lots of neat gadgets. I am building a pond for our turtles. It isn't all bad. Sometimes it is just hard to see past the bad stuff. That has been difficult for me lately...I was fired from the only job I was ever any good at, and without any real reason...just because a higher-level boss didn't like me. I really defined myself by that job...was there (baring my health hiatus) for about 2 years. Hell, my screen name on various places became ApplianceDude!!! Sure, sometimes I hated it...but sometimes I loved it. Sometimes, I couldn't wait to go to work. Now, I'm a bum...sitting at home, trying to get unemployment, digging a giant hole in the ground. Feels like a metaphor for my life. I think I might actually be having a little nervous breakdown. I hope things get better.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:callmepotato:24718</id>
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    <title>Use it or lose it</title>
    <published>2007-07-26T03:58:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-26T03:58:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The wife says I should either update this journal or delete it. I say, so what? Maybe I don't feel about blathering on about my life! I've spent years doing that. Hell, I used to tell people I didn't even know about my bad sex life. I've ranted plenty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll rant again. But I've been too caught up in life to sit down and talk about it. That's normal, right? I don't see that changing, but I figure I'll give anyone who doesn't know the reader's digest version of the happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am married. Stacy is my wife. We = happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/Raydeoaktiv/DSCF0390.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have moved back to McAllen, TX with my wife. We're living with her mom at the moment so that she can go back to school. It's not bad, believe it or not...we all get along really well. And I don't feel like a huge failure cause, hey, I'm supporting my wife while she continues her education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/Raydeoaktiv/mcallen.gif" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I work at Conn's. I sell appliances. It's good. I make decent money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/Raydeoaktiv/conns.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I made a large poop. It was this big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/Raydeoaktiv/DSCF0401.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Our cat Samantha is still a Satan Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/Raydeoaktiv/DSCF0407.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally...crunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/Raydeoaktiv/DSCF0386.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. Nothing else is interesting.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:callmepotato:24330</id>
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    <title>Married!!!</title>
    <published>2007-03-02T13:07:33Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-02T13:13:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Stacy and I are now married! We're very happy, even though our day was filled with a string of bad luck. Our witnesses were late, which I suppose is forgiveable. :) After that, we decided to go to a mall in Auburn Hills which is really nice. On our way, we hit a patch of ice on the highway. We spun in a circle 3 times while going 70 miles an hour and flew into a ditch. The car only suffered minor injuries that were easily repaired, but Stacy and I are both a little banged up. I have a concussion and my right shoulder is pretty messed up. Stacy got off lucky with just a rib and neck injury that Tylenol can take care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though all that happened, still very happy with my new bride and I wouldn't have traded it for anything. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/Raydeoaktiv/married2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/Raydeoaktiv/married3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/Raydeoaktiv/married11.jpg" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:callmepotato:24150</id>
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    <title>Here's what I got her</title>
    <published>2006-12-25T01:57:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-25T01:58:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/Raydeoaktiv/ring.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:callmepotato:23843</id>
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    <title>Just a little tidbit....</title>
    <published>2006-12-24T03:23:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-24T03:23:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Me and Stacy are engaged! Got her a pretty ring, got down on one knee, and popped the question. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, she said yes.</content>
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    <title>callmepotato @ 2006-12-11T00:00:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-11T06:00:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-11T06:00:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Very, very awesome. In only 8 selling days, I sold 5 cars! For the month of december, that is downright amazing...I'm 3 ahead of EVERYONE else at that store. I fully plan on taking the lead in sales every single month, and I'm definetly proving I can do that. The way the pay scale goes, the more you sell compared to everyone else, the higher your comission. First place always gets the highest commission...and I'm in first place. I never thought I'd make a good car salesman, but I am loving it...I think I've finally found my calling.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:callmepotato:23186</id>
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    <title>My new life in a nutshell</title>
    <published>2006-12-02T19:02:25Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-02T19:02:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I know I said I wasn't going to post here again. Honestly, I figured that nobody was interested and that I was too busy to bother...and well, neither of those are completely true. So here's the scoop on what's been going on in my life...it may cover some previous topics that I've covered before, but it'll give you an idea on what's going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Stacy are living together. That's pretty awesome. We're still getting used to each other, but so far I'd count this as my most successful and enjoyable relationship ever. :D We're not living at that first apartment anymore; it was MAJORLY ghetto, and the landlord didn't even bother keeping the place up to code, so I got them for violation of the lease and had it revoked so we could move out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a better place; not ghetto, but unfortunetly the people who live above us are a touch ghetto...parties every weekend. And they're buddy buddy with the landlord, so nothing ever comes of our complaints. Eh, this is life...seems you can never escape ghettoness, no matter how much you're paying in rent. Still, the new place is very nice: covered parking, lots of cabinet space in the kitchen, large living room, in-wall drawers, and lots of closet space. Plus, we have our own storage unit, where I've got a bunch of our crap stashed. And it's not embedded in the craphole part of town, so that's a plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit Wilson's Leather. Not on a whim, mind you...I'm not that dumb. A couple of months ago, I had a recruiter for Harold Ziegler Auto Group call me up. Evidently, he'd found my resume on careerbuilder.com and thought I'd be a great fit for the JD Byrider store in Lansing. I figured I should give it a try; I've always wanted the opportunity to work on comission, because I know I could make some serious money...and someone just came up and offered that opportunity to me. So I quit Wilson's and started at JD Byrider in mid-October. So far, it's been really great! I never thought I'd be a used car salesman, but as it turns out, I'm pretty good at it. Average sales for your first month: 2-4 cars. I sold 6, and had several deals that could get financed in the next month or two with very little work. It's an amazing feeling...and I'm making more money than I ever have. Admittedly, as far as comissions go, this is probably on the lower end of most car dealerships, but there's the potential to make 40,000 or more a year. Considering the most I've ever been paid is 10 dollars an hour, that's nothing to sneeze at. My first month, I made 2500 dollars before taxes, and that was in training, only selling 6 cars! Plus, they offer massive spiffs to earn extra money. This month, if we sell 5 cars each between now and the 9th, I earn an extra 500 dollars! Last month, I earned over 500 dollars in spiffs. There's the potential to make a lot of money and I like that. Tax season is gonna be awesome...average income during tax season is around 20 grand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if you don't know what JD Byrider is...we do special financing for people with bad credit, no credit, repossessions, bankruptcy, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got a cat...Samantha. She's funny. She plays fetch. More Updates Later! :D</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:callmepotato:23023</id>
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    <title>callmepotato @ 2006-12-01T07:13:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-01T13:13:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-01T13:13:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Fuck it. I'll start posting again. I have stuff to say. :D</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:callmepotato:22711</id>
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    <title>callmepotato @ 2006-11-03T21:16:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-04T03:16:49Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-04T03:16:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Culo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60+ hours a week = hard.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:callmepotato:22474</id>
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    <title>callmepotato @ 2006-10-12T00:27:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-12T04:28:36Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-12T04:28:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have nothing to say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not nothing. But people stopped reading and, quite frankly, I got too caught up in life. Maybe I'll post more in the future, but now...eh, I really don't have anything to say that anyone would find interesting. If you know me, chances are you know what's going on in my life...if not, well, then you probably don't care anyway. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios for now, kiddos.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:callmepotato:22212</id>
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    <title>callmepotato @ 2006-08-15T14:13:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-15T18:13:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-15T18:13:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">YAY! Apartment now has high speed internet AND high defenition TV! Me = happy.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:callmepotato:21997</id>
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    <title>Apartment!!!!</title>
    <published>2006-07-27T04:42:25Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-27T04:42:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My struggle to find an apartment has ended in success! I will be moving into Vanderbilt West apartment complex, hopefully on August 1st. Rent isn't too bad...450 a month, has a MASSIVE walk-in closet. I'm really looking forward to this...first decent apartment I'll have. Stacy'll be here towards the end of the month, so I'm very excited about that too. Woohoo!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:callmepotato:21640</id>
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    <title>A Trip To the Zoo</title>
    <published>2006-07-11T03:47:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-11T03:50:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I didn't take many pictures while Stacy was up here, mainly because...well, I was more focused on smoochies. But I did take a few pictures on our trip to the zoo, albeit with my camera phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wandered around a lot, and saw lots of animals...Stacy took some pictures...I took a handful, mainly just of the things that interested me most. Those who know me well know I love poop humor, so who did I bond with at the zoo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/Raydeoaktiv/monkey.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, our favorite poop-flinger, the monkey. This little fellow was quite cute, and posed for a number of pictures (I only bothered to upload one) and even waved at me when I left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love birds, so naturally I spent a lot of time near the outdoor aviary. The peacocks insisted on hanging out near us, which I loved. I even got one to eat out of my hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/Raydeoaktiv/peacock.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/staquilla/06-19-06_1715.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw the most commanding bird in the aviary...the pelican.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/Raydeoaktiv/pelican0.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pelican was 30 pounds of pure giant-beaked badassness, and had quite the personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/staquilla/06-19-06_1717.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had no love for the peacocks! What bird wouldn't get sick of watching them strut around, fanning out their butt feathers? I totally sympathised with him. So he had his fun...he'd walk up behind one strutting and  grab a feather and yank! They'd just scoot a bit and continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he saw us feeding the peacocks and realized, hey, I should get in on this! Free food! So he walks up right underneath my seed-throwing hand and does THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/Raydeoaktiv/pelican1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was just a little frightening...I thought he might actually grab my hand!  But he was typically pretty careful not to eat my hand (or my phone)...just to look like he might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the peacocks felt the need to annoy him a touch more, so they would walk up behind him and peck him in the ass. This does not make for a happy pelican. Finally, one pecks him in the wing and he decides it is retribution time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a100/Raydeoaktiv/pelican2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had I captured the photo a half second later, it would have been MUCH more entertaining...but you get the general idea of what happens. The peacock lived...but will definetly not be messing with that pelican anytime soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy has a couple of videos...I'll link them here. &lt;br /&gt;Pelican eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vid5.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/staquilla/06-19-06_1722.flv"&gt;http://vid5.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/staquilla/06-19-06_1722.flv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelican attacking peacocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vid5.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/staquilla/06-19-06_1723.flv"&gt;http://vid5.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/staquilla/06-19-06_1723.flv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peacock and babies being cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vid5.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/staquilla/06-19-06_1724.flv"&gt;http://vid5.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/staquilla/06-19-06_1724.flv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next entry should contain photos from my mom's trip to the Trek Expo in Tulsa...she claims this year was even better than last! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>callmepotato @ 2006-07-08T00:02:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-08T04:03:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-08T04:03:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>VHS or Beta - You Got Me</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I felt the need to elaborate a bit on my time with Stacy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've known me for a while, you know that Stacy is my best friend, and that I've been head over heals over her for a long time. Sad thing is, she didn't feel the same way...I knew it and accepted it, cause I cared about her so much that I'd rather have her as a friend than not in my life at all. My feelings didn't go away; in fact, the more we talked, the closer we became as friends, the stronger they became. So moving away from her REALLY sucked. But she stuck with me, through all the crap that has happened. Once my life settled down a bit, I casually suggested she come visit...and then BAM, here she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was great. We hung out, we had fun, and we got closer than we did living in the Valley. Then one night, we all (me, her, my roomies) were hanging out, drinking and playing board games...and I had a bit too much to drink. Me + alcohol = overly-emotional sap. I don't really remember it...Me + Alcohol X 10 = memory loss. Apparently, I confessed to her that I still had feelings for her. The next morning, she confesses she has feelings for me too. So what do I do? (No, not bone her! Although that is sorta sticking with my personality.) Even though I'm hungover and in my PJs, I kiss her. And it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we fell into this great rhythm. There was none of that ackward "getting to know you" crap you deal with initially in a relationship. There was just the comfort of being with someone you really care about...someone you love. Everything felt so natural, so...right. I've never really had that with anyone before. And well, I felt comfortable doing things with her I've never felt comfortable doing with anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left on Tuesday. I was so sad...I begged her not to go. She wished she could stay. Fate was, evidently, on my side...her bus was over an hour late, and the late bus/extreme layover seemed to be a theme on her entire trip home. It's as if the universe was telling her she shouldn't have left. Fortunetly, she's going to fix this soon...we're already planning her move up here. :D I can't wait...I am extremely happy.</content>
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    <title>callmepotato @ 2006-06-30T23:52:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-01T03:56:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-01T03:56:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Been a while since I've updated...had a lot going on. Stacy came up to visit. She's actually still here, which I am enjoying immensely. Anyone who knows me knows I've had a thing for her since like day 1...well, after spending a couple of weeks together in close quarters, seeing each other all the time...turns out I'm not the only one. So things have been developing, and I couldn't be happier about that. :) She's loving it up here...so much so she's going to move here. Then I'll have it all...decent job, a nice place to live, and a great girlfriend. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me = happy.</content>
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    <title>callmepotato @ 2006-05-20T18:45:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-20T22:59:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-20T22:59:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Katie's a total bitch. Fortunetly, I don't have to deal with her anymore. I told her to stop calling me, and neither Kevin nor Miranda wish to have anything to do with her ever again. I almost felt bad for just taking off when she felt the need to throw in my face the fact that she is having sex with a friend of mine, but apparently Kevin told her off and told me that he is more than happy to never see her again. He could even see the huge effort I made to try to get along, but she would have none of that...she just seems to enjoy causing me pain. Fortunetly, won't have to deal with it again. She's gone, gone, gone. And as angry as I am at my friend for being involved with her, she'll screw him over or go crazy on him like she does with every guy, so he'll get what's coming to him.</content>
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    <title>callmepotato @ 2006-05-09T22:26:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-10T02:22:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-10T02:22:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">People suck.</content>
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    <title>callmepotato @ 2006-05-06T14:17:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-06T18:14:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-06T18:14:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Working = good. Working lots of hours + split shifts = teh suck. Still, I like the job, and it looks pretty promising.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:callmepotato:19275</id>
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    <title>callmepotato @ 2006-05-02T14:18:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-02T18:14:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-02T18:14:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am officially a Manager in Training for Wilson's Leather.</content>
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    <title>callmepotato @ 2006-05-02T11:40:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-02T15:37:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-02T15:37:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Not one, but TWO job offers. I think I may take them both, if I can juggle it. Two jobs...definetly not an easy thing to do. But the money....oooh, I don't know if I could pass it up. Either way, I'm exceptionally excited. I had so much trouble finding a job, and now two places want me...I'd say that's a damn good birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACK! My birthday is TOMORROW! NOOO!!!</content>
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    <title>callmepotato @ 2006-05-01T11:27:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-01T15:25:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-01T15:25:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have a job interview shortly, and right as I was about to get in the shower, my roomie hops in. GAH! I don't have enough time to get ready!!!!</content>
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    <title>callmepotato @ 2006-04-22T02:41:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-22T06:38:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-22T06:38:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have lost track of time. My birthday is in 11 days, on May 3rd. I'll be 23. How do you let time get away from you like that?</content>
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    <title>callmepotato @ 2006-04-15T21:55:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-16T01:53:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-16T01:55:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So things between me &amp; Katie finally reached a head. It's over. Apparently, it's something she's been wanting for a while...for things to be over. So she ended things. I don't know how I feel about this...I'm still sort of angry. More later.</content>
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