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I don&amp;#8217;t want to drink or blaze, there&amp;#8217;s nothing to eat, and I&amp;#8217;m bored of everything I&amp;#8217;ve been doing. None of my friends are available, and even if they were Im not sure I&amp;#8217;m in the mood to be with any of them. I need an introspective friend that I can discuss life, literature, and theories with. But all my friends are either too smart, too unknowledgable, or too uninterested. I think I&amp;#8217;ll just go home and lie down on my floor and listen to some sad vinyl while attempting to cry my problems away.&lt;br/&gt;
Peace, lovas.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://saturdaynightdead.tumblr.com/post/32016076989</link><guid>http://saturdaynightdead.tumblr.com/post/32016076989</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Sep 2012 20:37:06 -0400</pubDate><category>personal</category></item><item><title>I was just appreciating some priceless art when the camera...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mak7lohO1p1rgueg6o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was just appreciating some priceless art when the camera turned on I am not a model&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://saturdaynightdead.tumblr.com/post/31807477969</link><guid>http://saturdaynightdead.tumblr.com/post/31807477969</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Sep 2012 15:03:24 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>no</title><description>&lt;p&gt;no&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://saturdaynightdead.tumblr.com/post/31347411726</link><guid>http://saturdaynightdead.tumblr.com/post/31347411726</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Sep 2012 15:18:13 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
