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  <title>Hi, I'm Blue...</title>
  <subtitle>And Now For Something Completely Different</subtitle>
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    <name>Yep... it's Blue</name>
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  <updated>2005-04-03T03:12:16Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blue_me_away:3716</id>
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    <title>First update in quite a while.</title>
    <published>2005-04-03T03:12:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-03T03:12:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Forrest Gump Soundtrack</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Right then.. as the subject implies, this is my first update on Livejournal in quite some time.  Some things have changed, but not many.  Both Ashley and I, of course, are still having living problems.. you know what I mean.  She and I, gladly,m are getting along better. We still have our problems, but hell, who the fuck doesn't have problems in their relationships?  Whoever says that they don't, is  a fucking liar.&lt;br /&gt;  Anyways, I am STILL looking for work.  OH! We now somewhat kinda have a place.  As of the moment, we are staying in her car... bucket seats hurt the back, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;  I find myself not having any friends left besides my Ashley. Oh well.. if friends are willing to leave so quickly, to turn their backs so coldly, then fuck them.. all of you who have done so, my pucker up your lips real sweet like, and kiss my white Irish ass... that's right.. I said it. Fuck it... I don't have anything to lose... at least nothing to lose that yall can take away from me.&lt;br /&gt;   On a side note, I think that my body is slowly dying... well.. actually dying faster than it should.. oh well... fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;    Anyways, right now I am sitting here at the edge... it is so fucking slow... then again, it is kinda early.. the people who work here, I think, are contemplating slicing their wrists wide open just to make the time go by faster.  I am kinda contemplating the same fucking thing.  Damnit, I want a Chai.&lt;br /&gt;  Anyways, this is now the time that I say good-bye... so... good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love you, Ashley Sandlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out,&lt;br /&gt;   The artist formerly known as ~Blue~</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blue_me_away:1820</id>
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    <title>Things as usual, I suppose</title>
    <published>2005-02-07T22:37:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-07T22:37:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Not a god damn mother fucking thing.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Things are nearly complete and utter bullshit...&lt;br /&gt;Woke up one fine day.. had some breakfast... watched some random 80's movie directed by some guy that was promptly tossed ass first out of Hollywood... sat on my couch... had another bowl of Honey Comb... smoked a smoke, and then promptly had my door bashed in by some fat-assed black man.  Fuck my life, man... fuck my life.  &lt;br /&gt;Got accused of being a dope head by some low grade ASU cop... fuck him.. fuck him and his mole.&lt;br /&gt;  Things between Ashley and I could not be any better, however.. she is the love of my life... she is the one thing in this fucked up world that makes me smile... that makes me feel like life is worth living.&lt;br /&gt; Fuck the world... it can leave me the fuck alone.&lt;br /&gt;                                       From the bottom of my bleeding heart,&lt;br /&gt;                                                         Blue</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blue_me_away:1676</id>
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    <title>This would explain things....</title>
    <published>2005-02-07T22:24:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-07T22:24:02Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blue_me_away:1331</id>
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    <title>Mini-me</title>
    <published>2005-01-20T03:00:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-20T03:00:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Aloha, folks.  It has been awhile since my last update.  Many things have changed. Many of these things are looked down upon by those of whom I once considered friends.  But all is well. I am happy. For once in my life I am actually happy.&lt;br /&gt;  Ashley and I are doing very well.  In time I am going to be a proud father. That's right folks, you heard it here first. Ashley is pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;  Many of you are probably either laughing your stupid asses off or have died from shock.&lt;br /&gt;  Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I will see you guys this weekend most likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my bleeding heart,&lt;br /&gt;  Blue</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blue_me_away:1014</id>
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    <title>..... right then</title>
    <published>2004-12-07T02:30:55Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-07T02:30:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>El Guapo - Glass House</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Right then... on the fourth of December, for some odd reason, my birthday was celebrated... odd.&lt;br /&gt;Had a shitty time... room-mate moved out... short on rent... que sera..&lt;br /&gt;People came over... that made me feel a wee bit better... realized that not everyone hates me... perhaps they just tolerate me.. oh well. hrmm... right then.&lt;br /&gt;The big "19"... now I can do all the things I have been doing since I was 13... (chuckle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, until next time...&lt;br /&gt;   Blue</content>
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