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  <pubDate>Sun, 29 Jul 2007 17:57:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Accidents change you.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 04 Feb 2007 16:35:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>ARRRRGHH</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m not mad, no.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m livid, fuming, foaming at the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you Trevor.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you for getting trashed out of your fucking mind.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you for walking back with Liz and I because you&apos;re so fucking hung up on Liz.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you for suddenly grabbing me around the neck, then forcing me to crumple to the ground under all of your body weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My left knee is twice the size of the right. I can&apos;t bend it, I can barely walk. My surgeon thinks I should have it drained if it gets worse. Surgeon also thinks I badly bruised or tore something with the amount of swelling I&apos;m having. RRRRRR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he felt bad. But no, didn&apos;t feel bad about crippling me again, felt bad because he told Liz stories he wouldn&apos;t tell anyone while sober. That&apos;s great, Trevor. Next time don&apos;t fucking sit in my room all day and ask me stupid fucking questions or just sit in my room and be a dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Why is Liz mad at me?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;She&apos;s not mad at you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;But she&apos;s not picking up her phone, she&apos;s acting different.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;She&apos;s not acting different Trevor, she&apos;s at a leadership conference.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Let me try your phone and see if she picks up&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;No, just leave her be.&quot; &lt;i&gt;Trevor takes my phone anyway, not like I can stop him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;She&apos;s not picking up.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;She&apos;s at a conference....&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;My doctor says I should go the hospital to have my knee drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trevor&apos;s typing something on his phone, not responding.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;It hurts really bad... I don&apos;t know what to do, and I don&apos;t have a ride.. Plus it&apos;s a blizzard outside.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Hey, hey Whitney I&apos;m just calling you back. I&apos;m sorry I didn&apos;t see you last night...etc&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Right now while I&apos;m icing my knee on the futon, Nimrod is completely sprawled out on my bed and has a 20 fucking minute conversation with this Whitney girl. When he finally hangs up...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yo my brother had his knee drained at the hospital. they take a little scalpal and cut your knee open and the puss like squirts out and oozes all down your leg.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;......&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Are you mad at me? I&apos;m really sorry.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can handle small doses of Trevor, but he&apos;s being ridiculous. I&apos;m so fed up with being nice. Today I&apos;m not going to have any sympathy, because it&apos;s been more than a full day- and if anything my knee is worse. Fuck me.</description>
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  <title>&quot;I can’t tell who I should trust, or just who I let trust me&quot; - TLC</title>
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