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  <title>B.A.D.'z</title>
  <subtitle>What, am I suposed to have something mind shattering here?</subtitle>
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  <updated>2011-03-29T11:32:05Z</updated>
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    <title>fuck you paypal: a customer service review</title>
    <published>2011-03-29T11:32:05Z</published>
    <updated>2011-03-29T11:32:05Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have provided warning that this limitation process would occur before I made a payment. I don't use paypal very often, and have never used it for anything other then processing credit card purchases online. It was extremely inconvient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, the ammount of information was tedious and not easily accessible. The banking info I don't want paypal to have and will never use that service, yet I had to provide you with access to my account in order to make a credit card purchase. Furthermore, to access this information I had to call my Bank and spend 30 minutes on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not use my home phone (a cell phone) to verify my location, instead i had to give you a copy of photo id. Which I am not happy about. You are now storing a large pile of information about me which makes me a bit uneasy as this information combined could easily be used to gain access to my funds and by-pass security questions/measures put in place by banks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally as a student it is difficult to access things like scanners, photocopies and other devices to even upload a copy of my photo id. And to access those services through school/a library COST me 5$. So on top of the frustration, hassle, set backs, impeding my order, resulting in a negative ebay feedback on my account, I had to pay out of pocket. I made my ebay purchase, went to pay and had to go through the lengthly verification process. This entailed waiting 3-4 days for your damn transfer to even show up in my bank so i could verify it. Which meant repeatedly checking back and checking in with the ebay seller to assure them I was going to pay once you stopped jerking me around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention it is the end of term for university, which means this is an exceedingly stressful and busy week. So I had no time/patience to deal with your b.s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>b_a_dxxx @ 2011-03-01T01:36:00</title>
    <published>2011-03-01T05:36:43Z</published>
    <updated>2011-03-01T05:36:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">just another night&amp;nbsp; waking up in tears over the state of the world and how there are people out there, right now, dreaming up new ways in which to take our rights away. In the grand scheme of things we haven't even come that far... and they are already dreaming up ways, lobbying, shooting doctors, protesting funerals..and it's just so sad.</content>
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    <title>Gay Best Friend For Hire</title>
    <published>2011-02-23T20:14:58Z</published>
    <updated>2011-02-23T20:14:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My name is Blake and I am here to offer my services as a homosexual male to bestow queer cheer, sassy wit and fashion logic to those in needs.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I am available starting immediately for individual contract work as your new gay best friend.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; My services included:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shopping trips, in which I will assist you in picking out the latest trends and telling you when you ass looks fat and when it looks fabulous&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dishing dirt about that slut in the office&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boy Gossip, who's cute, who's into you and how you'll get the guy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;General hang outs and awesomeness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; So please e-mail all enquiries or interests in hang outs, advice, bitch-fests and all your other gay-needs to the ad.&lt;span style="display: block;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We'll get drinks and have a wicked time.&lt;br /&gt;I have references available upon request from both Male and Female beneficiaries of my Gay-Best-Friend-Talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Don't make love to me when I want to Fuck.</title>
    <published>2011-02-18T20:10:50Z</published>
    <updated>2011-02-18T20:10:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I think the societal notion that through a physical act you can suddenly feel closer or stronger towards a person is dumb and places uneeded pressures and expectations on something that should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;making love&amp;quot; is a misnomer. &lt;br /&gt;the term is cheasy as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't making a damn thing, you cannot 'make love', if your unlike (or lucky depending on your perspectives and goals) you might make a fetus, which could grow into a child and become a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div data-jsid="message"&gt;Deeper emotional bond through physical contact I like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-jsid="message"&gt;But really it's more like expressing an emotional bond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-jsid="message"&gt;But I'm still going to want to fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-jsid="message"&gt;you can have the whole fingers intertwining, lightly stroking shit.. but there has to be fucking involved to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-jsid="message"&gt;I am annoyed by this dainty shit.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>b_a_dxxx @ 2011-02-13T15:50:00</title>
    <published>2011-02-13T19:50:39Z</published>
    <updated>2011-02-13T19:50:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Now I'm at the interpass wherein I cannot logically expect someone to read my mind.. but at the same time know that if I ask point blank, I will resent them none the less for not telling me on their own.&lt;br /&gt;B_A_D: And I know, this is retarded..... but I also know if i'm an adult and responsible for my own emotions/feelings/responces I need to express them...but if I do that I will still resent the individuals involved because they didn't know enough to tell me something before I asked about it.&lt;br /&gt;B_A_D: This knowledge that I am crazy, and in the wrong is upsetting because generally I have one positive feature. Which is rationality, maturity and being a nice person.&lt;br /&gt;B_A_D: I'm not a nice person now.&lt;br /&gt;B_A_D: I don't like that.&lt;br /&gt;B_A_D: And worst still, no one will like me once they find out.</content>
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    <title>past past past: be gone for good</title>
    <published>2010-12-25T16:11:48Z</published>
    <updated>2010-12-25T16:11:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">There's a window. But it's not the windows fault they are still in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's out of my life. If she's drowning the life line is there, I'll come back, fix whatever the problem is and go away again. But I made it very clear to her, this life line is just that. So no bull shit. Call, e-mail, text, I will show up. Clean up the mess. And leave. If need be, I will take her to help she doesn't want to receive and leave her with them. But We are not friends. We will likely never be friends until your shit gets sorted, and even then doubtful. Trusting you is impossible and you repeatedly go after me personally. If you need me, I'll be there. but that is it. she understood. She cried a bit, but I was able to leave. I periodically update her with my contact info.</content>
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    <title>Geek Rage</title>
    <published>2010-12-22T19:25:54Z</published>
    <updated>2010-12-22T19:25:54Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">told my brother etc, feel free to use my ps3 netflix etc i think you'd like it &lt;br /&gt;just please be respectful and be sure to like wash your hands etc when using the controlers &lt;br /&gt;so don't go out eating cheesies/dumping crumbs on it etc. &lt;br /&gt;fucking jam...... blobed and dried on the controller or bbq sauce. &lt;br /&gt;crumbs all over the controller. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;.&amp;lt; &lt;br /&gt;I freaked and tried to clean it up. cursing and reminded him I asked the one thing. And now my mother and he are all over my case for being uptight/unreasonable. &lt;br /&gt;40$ controllers are not something I can afford to replace.&lt;br /&gt;lame&lt;br /&gt;My mother's &amp;quot;all well pack it up and put it away when you are done, if you don't want people touching it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm find with them using it. But fucking treat my shit with respect. The issue is not that they touched it. The issue is they fucked with it.&lt;br /&gt;AND FUCKING BBQ sauce and JAM BLOBS... hardened onto the analogue. WTF? That's spilling, touching it with messy hands, realizing it, ignoring it for hours and fucking off. After I specifically mentioned to please keep an eye on it in regards to food etc (because the ps2 he was given on a parental whim, has been ruined with food spills).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;AND THE LAST ps3 I bought was packed away and STOLEN out of my bedroom by him/his friends. I then had to buy a new one, search high and low for a release date model etc. &lt;br /&gt;I don't even have a bedroom here now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.</content>
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    <title>b_a_dxxx @ 2010-12-13T13:28:00</title>
    <published>2010-12-13T17:28:49Z</published>
    <updated>2010-12-13T17:28:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">But like I just don't wanna leave my room because i don't want to run into my roommates and deal with whatever is or isnt going on with them.</content>
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    <title>b_a_dxxx @ 2010-12-13T13:27:00</title>
    <published>2010-12-13T17:27:45Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I don't know what is up, in theory things are all going good but i just have this impending doom feeling. I feel miserable, on edge and just terrible. I feel awkward and unwanted around the house, with my friends, when I go out. I'm worried about any minor slip up, anything at all that will lead me right back to those awful moments dealing with potential eviction or dog issues. The thought of losing my home, losing Party, is constantly running through my head. I cannot shake the feeling that things are only going to get worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime I speak with my mother she's talking about dog training shows and how I need to tune in right now and watch what is happening. About how maybe I'd be better off if I rehomed him, etc. No one seems to get that he is not the problem. No one understands how I couldn't do any of this if he wasn't around. I can't deal with living in a house where I feel other peoples contempt, where I'm watching my every step, where I can't relax or rest without worrying about what someone else is doing, not doing, thinking, feeling etc. I don't like living where I feel onguard, where I could easily be thrown out because someone else needs a reason to break the lease. I don't like being a scapegoat. i don't like having my dishes ruined. I don't like dealing with other peoples mess. I hate never being good enough for everyone else.</content>
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    <title>Fem Fest 2010: Halifax Nov 19th</title>
    <published>2010-11-15T17:30:09Z</published>
    <updated>2010-11-15T17:30:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/b_a_d/5178647297/" title="photo sharing" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1280/5178647297_3e37e721fb_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/b_a_d/5178647297/" rel="nofollow"&gt;Fem Fest 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/b_a_d/" rel="nofollow"&gt;B_A_Dxxx88&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Femfest is a celebration of female artist this year to raise money for Barry House a local shelter. So come out for a great night of music, side show, and dancing!&lt;br /&gt;Starts at 7pm&lt;br /&gt;At the Gorsebrook Saint Mary's University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performers include&lt;br /&gt;-Miss Molotov&lt;br /&gt;-Shannay Smith&lt;br /&gt;-The Keats&lt;br /&gt;-DJ Goldilocks &lt;br /&gt;-And MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be $2 at the door or a quality garment donation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be door prizes, and all proceeds raised will go to the Barry House, a local women's shelter&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>I feel myself: Reimagine erotica (NFSW)</title>
    <published>2010-11-12T05:34:15Z</published>
    <updated>2010-11-12T05:34:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a target="&amp;#39;_blank&amp;#39;" href="http://www.ifeelmyself.com/feck_subaff/redirect.php?id=1c87f5d7" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="visit ifeelmyself.com" src="http://www.ifeelmyself.com/public/images/banner007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>SMU Women Centre</title>
    <published>2010-10-14T04:30:12Z</published>
    <updated>2010-10-14T04:30:12Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;serif&amp;#39;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;The SMU Women&amp;rsquo;s Centre and the International Development Grad Society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;serif&amp;#39;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Presents a screening of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;serif&amp;#39;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;serif&amp;#39;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;serif&amp;#39;; 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While there, she befriended their children and offered to teach the children photography to reciprocate being allowed to photograph their mothers. The children were given cameras so they could learn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Photography" title="Photography" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span&gt;photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;serif&amp;#39;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; and possibly improve their lives. Much of their work was used in the film, and the filmmakers recorded the classes as well as daily life in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_light_district" title="Red light district" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span&gt;red light district&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;serif&amp;#39;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>anti-choice and 'free speech'</title>
    <published>2010-10-10T11:12:44Z</published>
    <updated>2010-10-10T11:12:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm so annoyed at this whole anti-choice hiding behind free speech shit.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also so annoyed at white middle class men, telling me I cannot take away their right to free speech.&lt;br /&gt;But apparently they can publicly demand for authority over my body and reproduction.&lt;br /&gt;And they practice hate speech against me or any other woman.&lt;br /&gt;And that's fuck f*ing peachy.</content>
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    <title>Real Change, how the fuck are we gonna do it?</title>
    <published>2010-09-29T03:26:23Z</published>
    <updated>2010-09-29T03:26:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">B_A_D: i wish there was a real productive way to make a change to the system and ideology.&lt;br /&gt;B_A_D: I mean, you could study law and work to defend people in courts against the system&lt;br /&gt;B_A_D: but it's set up so you lose.&lt;br /&gt;B_A_D: and then you wind up with law school and astronomical loans&lt;br /&gt;B_A_D: and doing good legal work, for the underpriveledge doesn't exactly pay.&lt;br /&gt;B_A_D: neither does non-profit work.&lt;br /&gt;B_A_D: goverment cost a fortune to get into.&lt;br /&gt;B_A_D: and once your in it becomes impossible to make changes.&lt;br /&gt;B_A_D: plus as a female you'll have a hell of a time getting anywhere you can even effect minor change&lt;br /&gt;B_A_D: And as a grassroots group, well you need to work another full time job to support yourself and even then can only pressure policy makers and raise awareness on an issue no one cares about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any terrorist/direct action responses will be misconstrued and likely harm the cause. More often then not it's the action and not the message that will get the attention, which really does little good because what's a new building etc to the rich elite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we suppose to do? Lead a revolution? How often have those succeed in meeting the people's needs? The best they can hope for is chaos , bloodshed and marginal improvements. And I for one would rather not shed innocent/non-so-innocent blood for marginality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Become an author/scholar, right about important issues, hope that someone cares, that people read it, that minds are changed? Sure it happens but obviously not in large enough numbers. I would really, really like to believe in education and free thinking, but quite frankly where's the change they are recommending? Media, public opinion, journalism and public figures are all just searching for the 'expert' who's soul is for sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing one mind, might be crucially important and incredible progress, but what is that really doing for the cause? My eyes have been opened, issues highlighted.. but no matter where i turn no one can answered the "Ok, I See The Problem, Now What?"</content>
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    <title>b_a_dxxx @ 2010-08-29T23:20:00</title>
    <published>2010-08-30T02:20:55Z</published>
    <updated>2010-08-30T02:20:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">see my friends from nb just moved to darthmouth they are like &lt;br /&gt;Friends: ok, you're from here so where is________&lt;br /&gt;B_A_D: Me.. i don't know i live in halifax.&lt;br /&gt;Friends: "but it's across the bridge"&lt;br /&gt;B_A_D: me: yeah... and the only reason to cross the bridge is if you live in darthmouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived in halifax till I was 7/8... we went to mic mac mall maybe 1-2 times a year... I only remember 2 times being in darthmouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOGLE MAPS does not acknowledge the existences of bus routes/buses in darthmouth.</content>
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    <title>Sex Appeal, You are doing it Wrong!</title>
    <published>2010-08-10T05:49:58Z</published>
    <updated>2010-08-10T05:49:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div contenteditable="true" style="width: 441px;"&gt;Has just been informed she needs to work on her sex appeal.&lt;br /&gt; Apparently this is not how it is 'done'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=4393772&amp;amp;l=7af2ca9bf1&amp;amp;id=509368090" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs182.snc4/37436_402379173090_509368090_4393772_6951023_n.jpg" alt="This is apparently not how sex apeal is done." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>I want to see your thick black lines, painted up front.</title>
    <published>2010-08-06T02:05:09Z</published>
    <updated>2010-08-06T02:05:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I want to see your thick black lines, painted out all up front. Let me know where the boundaries are between what you'll accept from me and what you'll not.&lt;br /&gt;The lines of dos and don'ts.&lt;br /&gt;The lines of in and outs.&lt;br /&gt;The lines in which my gender expression, identity or lackthere of will push you away&lt;br /&gt;emotionally&lt;br /&gt;physically&lt;br /&gt;sexually.&lt;br /&gt;Where is your acceptable line of androgeny?&lt;br /&gt;When I change my pronouns?&lt;br /&gt;My name?&lt;br /&gt;My clothing?&lt;br /&gt;My presentation?&lt;br /&gt;My body?&lt;br /&gt;Where do you draw your lines, hypothetical or not, where is the point from which I turn from family, friend, lover into freakshow, outcast, untouchable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would you all want me one moment but not the next? How far will your lines go, stretch.</content>
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    <title>Tweetz</title>
    <published>2010-07-15T14:00:28Z</published>
    <updated>2010-07-15T14:00:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Shorter ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;17:59&lt;/em&gt; Thank god for serge protectors. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/B_A_D/statuses/18548128140" rel="nofollow"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;22:07&lt;/em&gt; I have a big problem of never making/eating side dishes. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/B_A_D/statuses/18562854496" rel="nofollow"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;22:08&lt;/em&gt; What can one serve with pesto pasta? &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/B_A_D/statuses/18562872220" rel="nofollow"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href="http://www.loudtwitter.com" rel="nofollow"&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Tweetz</title>
    <published>2010-07-14T14:00:21Z</published>
    <updated>2010-07-14T14:00:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Shorter ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;22:50&lt;/em&gt; @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/sendmorecops" rel="nofollow"&gt;sendmorecops&lt;/a&gt; soo good! &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/B_A_D/statuses/18483316479" rel="nofollow"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;22:50&lt;/em&gt; @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/trentlloydseely" rel="nofollow"&gt;TrentLloydSeely&lt;/a&gt; you know who. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/B_A_D/statuses/18483331405" rel="nofollow"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;23:13&lt;/em&gt; Man I would like a piece of this spread on some crackers. Re: TooScottToTrot | Old Spice &lt;a href="http://youtu.be/zHnYfRox9Kk" rel="nofollow"&gt;youtu.be/zHnYfRox9Kk&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/B_A_D/statuses/18484827201" rel="nofollow"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;23:16&lt;/em&gt; @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/oldspice" rel="nofollow"&gt;OldSpice&lt;/a&gt; So what are you doing after you go back and save dinosaurs from extinction? Dinner at my place? &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/B_A_D/statuses/18485086784" rel="nofollow"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;00:06&lt;/em&gt; it somehow feels wrong to enjoy his self objectification &lt;br /&gt;Re: Susannah | Old Spice &lt;a href="http://youtu.be/DW25ApIyy4U" rel="nofollow"&gt;youtu.be/DW25ApIyy4U&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/B_A_D/statuses/18488440969" rel="nofollow"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;10:29&lt;/em&gt; @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/esmeee" rel="nofollow"&gt;esmeee&lt;/a&gt; my vote is for cute! &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/B_A_D/statuses/18519201561" rel="nofollow"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;10:30&lt;/em&gt; rejection, it stings. #watchingMadMen &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/B_A_D/statuses/18519238502" rel="nofollow"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href="http://www.loudtwitter.com" rel="nofollow"&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Tweetz</title>
    <published>2010-07-13T14:00:25Z</published>
    <updated>2010-07-13T14:00:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Shorter ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;20:43&lt;/em&gt; so warm, diner was taco-style-red-lentils with spanish rice burritos and cucumber/tomato salad &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/B_A_D/statuses/18391554637" rel="nofollow"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;23:16&lt;/em&gt; Gets the feeling she's being shunned. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/B_A_D/statuses/18401871109" rel="nofollow"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href="http://www.loudtwitter.com" rel="nofollow"&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Tweetz</title>
    <published>2010-07-12T14:00:20Z</published>
    <updated>2010-07-12T14:00:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Shorter ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;15:07&lt;/em&gt; Man I missed some good times in the No Sex Thread #theppk #PPK &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/B_A_D/statuses/18288495528" rel="nofollow"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;15:09&lt;/em&gt; @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/blueplasticjess" rel="nofollow"&gt;BluePlasticJess&lt;/a&gt; Seriously? WTF is up with that. Does anyone think about these things? &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/B_A_D/statuses/18288606695" rel="nofollow"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;15:49&lt;/em&gt; Okcupid message for coffee...I like coffee and going for it, but everyone seems disappointed when I don't want to get married afterwards. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/B_A_D/statuses/18291431262" rel="nofollow"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;16:12&lt;/em&gt; Fuck, I made some bad choices in high school. I always knew that relationship was fucked up but explaining it to others really highlights it &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/B_A_D/statuses/18293039646" rel="nofollow"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;16:13&lt;/em&gt; @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/indik" rel="nofollow"&gt;indik&lt;/a&gt; They need multiple splicing rooms? &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/B_A_D/statuses/1 8293097376" rel="nofollow"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;21:27&lt;/em&gt; I like so sin as much as humanly possible without being a jerk. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/B_A_D/statuses/18314932795" rel="nofollow"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;23:39&lt;/em&gt; Heart, crushed. Self Estem, fatal blow. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/B_A_D/statuses/18322641704" rel="nofollow"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href="http://www.loudtwitter.com" rel="nofollow"&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>How does one just 'go for coffee'?</title>
    <published>2010-07-11T18:54:30Z</published>
    <updated>2010-07-11T18:54:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okcupid message for coffee...I like coffee and going for it, but everyone seems disappointed when I don't want to get married afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, how can you go out meet a cool guy and then forking become friends. Because, I always wind up feeling like an asshat for going out and then not wanting to date. But to say, yeah coffee sounds great, if it's coffee, but if this is the door way to a 3 year monogamous relationship then no thanks. Which then, makes you sound like an asparagus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not 100% opposed to a relationship, but I'm not agreeing to meet up with you for that purpose. Same thing with sex. I am agreeing to go for coffee because you seem interested and I like coffee. I would like to know more about you and maybe become friends, but when you put all this pressuring expectations on it i'm not interested. Which is likely why I will be single and friendless forever.</content>
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    <title>Tweetz</title>
    <published>2010-07-09T14:00:15Z</published>
    <updated>2010-07-09T14:00:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Shorter ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;19:28&lt;/em&gt; Keeps losing her horse when she tries to get another... &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/B_A_D/statuses/18067403572" rel="nofollow"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;19:29&lt;/em&gt; quick filling diner that won't mess up my clean kitchen? &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/B_A_D/statuses/18067450608" rel="nofollow"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;21:42&lt;/em&gt; @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/wilw" rel="nofollow"&gt;wilw&lt;/a&gt; your dog and my dog seem to have similar thought patterns &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/B_A_D/statuses/18075482271" rel="nofollow"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;23:39&lt;/em&gt; Spider wound leaking video is the grossest thing ever. Where does it all even come from?! it oozes FOREVER!!! &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/B_A_D/statuses/18084216866" rel="nofollow"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href="http://www.loudtwitter.com" rel="nofollow"&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <published>2010-07-07T14:01:54Z</published>
    <updated>2010-07-07T14:01:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Shorter ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;19:43&lt;/em&gt; needs to get rid of all this anxiete &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/B_A_D/statuses/17901613543" rel="nofollow"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;19:43&lt;/em&gt; Best place to stream #madmen ? &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/B_A_D/statuses/17901652044" rel="nofollow"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;21:10&lt;/em&gt; Needs some nice meal ideas. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/B_A_D/statuses/17906576061" rel="nofollow"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href="http://www.loudtwitter.com" rel="nofollow"&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <published>2010-07-06T14:01:53Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Shorter ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;19:12&lt;/em&gt; Bought #reddeadredemption not sure why my horse keeps throwing me tho.. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/B_A_D/statuses/17820551310" rel="nofollow"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;21:48&lt;/em&gt; So much food furniture for free on freecycle but no real place to store it until current furniture moves out. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/B_A_D/statuses/17829081514" rel="nofollow"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;21:48&lt;/em&gt; @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/sendmorecops" rel="nofollow"&gt;sendmorecops&lt;/a&gt; that sounds like it would burn &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/B_A_D/statuses/17829097941" rel="nofollow"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;21:50&lt;/em&gt; It took me 30 god damn minutes to win a horse race. #videogamefail #reddreadredepmtion &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/B_A_D/statuses/17829199404" rel="nofollow"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;23:24&lt;/em&gt; wtf s up wth my &amp;quot;I&amp;quot; key? it's all uneven and wonky. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/B_A_D/statuses/17834891266" rel="nofollow"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;23:36&lt;/em&gt; The war to end all wars = amazing movie &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/B_A_D/statuses/17835667464" rel="nofollow"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href="http://www.loudtwitter.com" rel="nofollow"&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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