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  <title>I'm Not Laughing At You</title>
  <subtitle>I'm Laughing At Your Hat, In The Wind</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Sn@ck T1me</name>
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  <updated>2006-08-20T21:29:12Z</updated>
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    <title>And for my next trick!</title>
    <published>2006-08-20T05:43:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-20T21:29:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;s&gt;G is US&lt;br /&gt;Complex&lt;br /&gt;Vyncent Flaw&lt;br /&gt;We Are the Scene&lt;br /&gt;Got My Ghetto Blaster&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"3 Kings/Electro Menice/Sympethy Bukake"&lt;br /&gt;You Know All the Words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more to destroy!!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:snackt1me:18462</id>
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    <title>I finally made a record...</title>
    <published>2006-01-11T05:21:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-11T05:21:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;First is NEW YEARS REVOLUTION:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler and Spookyboy have been hard at work on a 6 song EP under the name "New Years Revolution"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did some vocals on the track "Heads Are Gonna Turn, Tails Are Gonna Bounce" and ArK of SEXCOPTER RUL did production work and lent his vocal stylings to the song "Superficial"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a link to the free EP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spookyboy.com/nyr"&gt;http://www.spookyboy.com/nyr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Here's a link to their myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/newyearsrevolution"&gt;New Years Revolution&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Second is a project I'm actually in, Got My Ghetto Blaster (formerly Ricky's Mom Is A Goddess)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We FINALLY released "The Entropy Soundtrack" which was recorded in 2005. PLEASE check it out, Add them on myspace, and give some feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/gotmyghettoblaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the CD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spookyboy.com/theentropysoundtrack.zip"&gt;The Entropy Soundtrack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-MC Sn@ck T1me</content>
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    <title>Friends Only SUCKAZZZZZZ</title>
    <published>2005-11-18T00:08:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-18T00:08:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/fulwzp.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:snackt1me:14944</id>
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    <title>ugh</title>
    <published>2005-08-02T07:48:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-02T07:48:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama, drama drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wan't no part of you... none...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who helped it spread, undo the damage with me...</content>
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    <title>And I realized...</title>
    <published>2005-08-02T04:06:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-02T05:10:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">righ toast: so what you doing now then&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: talking to erin&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: and my cousin! im so fucking excited i get to see her soon!&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: shes a damn cool girl&lt;br /&gt;righ toast: :-)&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: i chase her around as though i'm a zombie sometimes, and like she just runs around screaming, and i run around going "arrrrrararararararrrrrararaggh!" for like, seriously 20 minutes straight&lt;br /&gt;righ toast: how old is she&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: 19...&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: haha&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: i just totally realized her and i play like we're 5...&lt;br /&gt;righ toast: AHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;righ toast: no shit&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: but like&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: i JUST figured that out&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: when i was like "we play zombies" and your like "how old is she?"&lt;br /&gt;righ toast: heheh&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: oh man&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: thats so funny..</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:snackt1me:14398</id>
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    <title>We Are The Scene Show(s) this weekend</title>
    <published>2005-07-27T19:20:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-27T19:20:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">As some of you may have heard there's a mutiday party thing going down at richee's here's how its tentatively going down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Night: Daiquiri will be playing a special show at Richee's, followed by a performance by "We Are The Scene/Vyncent Flaw/Switchee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Night: PROM NIGHT! All the Cheezy 80's prom music you can stand! Also a performance by "We Are The Scene/Vyncent Flaw/Switchee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Night: Who knows! Come By Anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOO PARTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the address, mapquest that shit son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1976 21st Ave&lt;br /&gt;San Fransisco, Ca</content>
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    <title>I'm a terrible rock star...</title>
    <published>2005-07-27T10:00:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-27T10:00:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>No music, just the voices and the wind...</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Vince Borelli: hey there...&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: hiiii&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: you wanna come on the tour bus?&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: okaaaaay&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: I'm sorry, ignore them...&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: here... have a seat on the bed...&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: do you drink?&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: hahahah yes&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: shots ok?&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: here, let me move this guitar..&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: so, did you like the show?&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: yea&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: it was amazing&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: you guys looked so sexy&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: yeah, i thought it went pretty good, Denver went better...&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: here. its vodka.&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: oh thanks, it's great!&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: being on the road, its kinda rough you know&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: different town every night&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: away from my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: dont get me wrong (heres, another shot) its a lot of fun...&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: but its hard sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: your hair smells so nice...&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: do you mind if i smell you? i'm sorry, im a creepy old guy sometimes&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: no, it's fine, go ahead&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: yeah, your hair smells nice...&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: another drink?&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: sure, thanks&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: here ya go&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: so how many times have you seen us? (are you hungry? we have some chips and stuff up front)&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: oh, you know, a bunch&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: i LOVE you guys&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: awesome&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: we dont get to come out here as often as we'd like&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: but we do what we can you know..&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: yeah, i totally understand&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: so umm... how old are you again?&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: how old do you think?&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: i donno, you seem kinda older, but you look like, kinda 17?&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: sure yeah around there, maybe 18, whatever *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: hmmm&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: your parents cool with you being out this late?&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: you dont have school tomorrow or anything?&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: nah nah&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: ok&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: hmm&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: i'm sorry, i forgot, did you say you were hungry?&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: oh um yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: what do you want? we have umm... doritos, and uhhh... some cake... (i dont know how good that it is though...) and ummm... some cheezits...&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: whatever you'd like to give me...&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: lets try this cake then... ummm.. you like yellow cake?&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: um okay&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: let me just cut you a slice&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: okay thanks&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: here ya go&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: oh no!&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: im so sorry!&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: i got it all over your shirt!&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: im so sorry&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: oh man&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: umm. let me go get one of the shirts from the merch...&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: i'll be right back&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: what size?&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: aw thanks!&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: small&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: ok, one second&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: don't go anywhere&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: okay&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: ok, here ya go. so sorry about that. ummmm, the bathrooms right over there, you can go change, and ummm, i'll get a bag to put your shirt in.&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: thanks so much!&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: no problem&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: oh i love this shirt&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: thank you so much&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: no prob, im so sorry i dropped the cake on it&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: oh no it's totally fine&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: ok ok&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: uhh, hmm, do you like, wanna go for a walk or something? its such a nice night...&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: yeah sure that sounds great!&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: ok! ummm awesome, this way...&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: you first&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: its really nice out here&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: the air is nice and brisk...&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: i'm a little cool&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: chilly, i mean&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: heheh sorry i'm a little nervous&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: oh! uh here, have my jacket, it might smell, i was wearing it during the show...&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: heh, dont be&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: im a little nervous too, to be honest...&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: really? wow&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: why?&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: i donno... i just... i donno... heh. just, i dont really get to hang out with fans on this personal of a basis you know?&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: oh yeah sure i understand&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: and i think your a pretty cool girl...&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: you a little less cold?&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: yeah, thanks&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: and i think you're awesome&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: i mean, i did before but&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: aww... heh, thanks...&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: well, heh, you know&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: heh&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: umm, so what time do you have to be back?&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: no real time&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: oh ok... umm... do you know if there's a liquor store or something around here thats open? i kinda wanna get a beer or something...&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: um...that place on the corner looks open&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: oh, i didn't even notice it... heh...&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: do you want anything?&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: um sure, whatever you're having&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: ok, ummm... wait out here... i'll be right back.. dont go anywhere&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: oh okay&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: ok, sorry that took so long... i bought you a ummm bouncy ball... hold on, its in here somewhere... here we go. and ummm... some chalk...&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: hahahah aww thanks&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: yeah, i donno, i saw it, and was like, hey, casey might like this...&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: so i got it for you&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: and then the chalk is for... umm... i donno... haha, it seemed like a good idea at the time...&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: here, umm, draw something on the side walk....&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: hahahahh awww thanks so much&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: no prob. i'm gonna try... and draw... a cat...&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: there we go&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: it looks kinda like a um... well&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: it looks bad...&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: what are you drawing?&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: um a heart&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: aww&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: thats cute&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: can i draw some little ones around it?&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: sure!&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: awesome....&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: there we go. we have defaced the sidewalk! haha&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: oh wow, its getting late, we should probably be getting back, i dont know when brian wants to get going&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: oh, wow, well, um okay&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: when will i see you again&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: well, here....&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: this is a sampler of our new album, we just got some studio time in.&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: and here, i'm writing my number on the cd&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: anytime you feel like talking to me, use that&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: thats my cell phone, and i always have it on me, even on stage&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: wow thanks&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: hah, if you call at the right time during a show, you'll probably get talked to&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: i, i really like you&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: god i sound so stupid&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: no&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: not at all&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: i umm... i really liked you too&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: heh&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: hahah wow&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: ummm&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: i have some time off, in like... 3 weeks...&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: and ummm, maybe i'll come back into town&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: and we can i donno... go get something to eat or something...&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: or ummm, haha, go see a show or something&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: that'd be so great&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: ok...heh&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: well, i guess ummmm, i'll see you later...&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: one last thing...&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: before we part ways heh&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: yea?&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: muah... a kiss on the cheek&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: to remember me by&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: i had a great time.... ummm, call me... anytime...&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: thanks!&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: i will!&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: ok...&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: bye....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: um wait&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: come back&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: yeah?&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: well, i know this is stupid&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: buut i mean&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: um&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: can...can i kiss you?&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: Well, thanks, I'll, um, I'll see you some time, i guess&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: i...i mean i'll call you&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: yeah, ummm... uh, call me&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: yeah&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: okay, um, bye&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: heh&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: yeah... ummm bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: Wait, hahahh sorry but&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: look&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: i just can't let you leave like this&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: Well, i mean&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: i probably won't see you in a long time anyway so&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: um&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: got any condoms?&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: ummm, no, i dont keep any on the tour bus either,,,&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: and the liquor store just closed...&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: ummm... but like... when i come back... we can make a day of it....&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: no wait i mean&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: i have some&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: in my purse&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: cuz i really do like you... and i just...&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: but i mean&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: we're going to have to wait so long&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: just 3 weeks...&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: do you really wanna wait?&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: just cuz... i wanna like... take my time... and like... i respect you more than that... i'd rather it be... special you know... i dont want you to think your just some girl on the tour that i banged you know?&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: Wow, i&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: i really respect that&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: okay, wow, that's great&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: then, then i guess i'll wait&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: yeah, your too good to just be a tour mark...&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: wow, i&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: thanks&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: then i guess i'll&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: see you in three weeks&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: yeah... forsure...&lt;br /&gt;PrincessNukka: okay, well, see ya!&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: k... bye...</content>
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    <title>Dear Live Journal...</title>
    <published>2005-07-27T02:15:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-27T02:22:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dear Livejournal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i woke up (around 10 oclock in the mornin) to see people had been posting commments in you. I was sad cuz they were all comments with teeth and claws. So livejournal, I'm gonna do nothing differently, but just hope for the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AbsUrdly yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack Time</content>
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    <title>snackt1me @ 2005-07-26T00:35:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-26T08:35:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-27T02:46:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Cuz the kids love drunk posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making a battle plan! And OMG! I just married Megan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO do do dodo do do do dodo.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:snackt1me:13366</id>
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    <title>When I rhyme its with malice with forethought.</title>
    <published>2005-07-25T20:00:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-25T20:15:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Deep Puddle Dymanics - "I Am Hip Hop"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have this recurring problem when I go to the bathroom, I feel kinda awkward, when the cat is peeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, we keep the catbox next to the toilet, so occasionally, when I go in there to pee, the cats in the box peeing. But then she starts staring at me... and I get real uncomfortable, and have to wait till she's done to finish peeing. But then sometimes I think she feels the same way, cuz she'll stop peeing, and seems to wait till I'm done. But then we are both just holding it, staring it at each other... it gets very uncomfortable...</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:snackt1me:13170</id>
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    <title>Oh that ben...</title>
    <published>2005-07-14T02:38:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-14T02:38:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/parachuteface/89351.html?view=102919#t102919"&gt;http://www.livejournal.com/users/parachuteface/89351.html?view=102919#t102919&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: hahaha, you love my music fag&lt;br /&gt;righ is skinny: hmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: yes you do&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: dont lie in your livejournal&lt;br /&gt;righ is skinny: fucking stalker&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: naw, i network, i have other people watch you for me</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:snackt1me:13018</id>
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    <title>The Airport</title>
    <published>2005-07-07T03:29:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-07T03:29:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bombs Over Baghdad - OutKast &amp; RATM</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;8:50 AM PST 07/06/05&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Kid and I just checked in, and are currently sitting by our gate, I'm ghetto blasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went though the security check, i got a lot of jokes from the Homeland Security people. The commented on my way awesome hat, and my excessive use of  red in my articles of clothing. It was quite the fun experience. So now we're just sitting around waiting for 3 hours till our plane boards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish us luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6:00 PM EST 07/06/05&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've converted my life over to Eastern Standard Time. I don't like Eastern Standard Time. The flight has been fine so far. New Kid is excited cuz we just now hit some turbulence. I'm about to drink my second Coke, overall, things are pretty boring... So much so, I'm watching COPS, which I hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:00 PM EST 07/06/05&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Vinny's fat ride. There is no way molly and richee are gonna fit in this thing. Baggage claim sucked ass, took for fucking ever. Now we're going to try and find the other airport. Wish us fucking luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:30 PM EST 07/06/05&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to Vinny's. I love him, his house is hot. Time for White Castle.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:snackt1me:12608</id>
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    <title>Maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me.</title>
    <published>2005-07-01T18:07:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-01T18:18:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I Know I Can - Nas</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have alot of good frined in petaluma, its very nice to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was "Fancy and Snacky Movie Day" which lasted to Thursday morning (and the only reason i left when i did was cuz i had to feed the dogs, otherwise I probably would have been there for a few more hours.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I hung out with Tyler and Casey, which was also fun, I feel kinda bad, cuz I fell asleep a few times (aftermath of the morning and previous night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Tonight! ::Crosses Fingers:: Vanessa's house. If it happens properly, its gonna be a fricking blast.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:snackt1me:12346</id>
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    <title>I'm a fair going fellow</title>
    <published>2005-06-27T20:11:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-27T20:11:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I spent friday night getting pulled over by police, saterday night drinking, and sunday night skipping around the sonoma/marin fair, laughing at my hat in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "Fancy &amp; Snacky" hat rocks, more so then you stupid hat, which is devoid of such an awesome combination of monikers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in Petaluma. Come play with me.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:snackt1me:12272</id>
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    <title>A thing i hate</title>
    <published>2005-06-24T19:03:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-24T19:03:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Killers - Mr. Brightside</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I hate when I'm feeling a certain way, and a song comes on, and reflects how i feel exactly. And then I get really pissed off, cuz then I can't write that song. And then I just become one of those kids who bitches about things in his livejournal and equates them to a song.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:snackt1me:11895</id>
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    <title>Dreams</title>
    <published>2005-06-24T16:47:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-24T16:57:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>General Patton vs The X-Ecutioners - Fire In The Hole</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I had a terrible dream last night. I don't really wanna type it all out, but, if I'm reading it right, and the night before's dream right, I'm not doing very well at all. And I have even more issues to work through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of waking up with my chest hurting. If these dreams keep up, I might have a heart attack or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have a penis, you make my heart hurt somehow. All of you, even Janet Reno.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:snackt1me:11268</id>
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    <title>LIST 2</title>
    <published>2005-06-23T03:35:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-23T03:40:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Vince Loves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ham&lt;br /&gt;Things that Arent Girls&lt;br /&gt;Or Molly&lt;br /&gt;Or Ryan&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Santana is off the hook.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:snackt1me:11028</id>
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    <title>LIST</title>
    <published>2005-06-23T03:30:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-23T03:30:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Golden Calf (Live on WZRD)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Vince's Hate List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Santana&lt;br /&gt;Molly &amp; Ryan&lt;br /&gt;All of the girls in the world</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:snackt1me:10962</id>
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    <title>Turn me on dead man</title>
    <published>2005-06-22T19:00:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-22T19:00:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Alien Ant Farm - Universe</lj:music>
    <content type="html">A few new things going on. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler and I are working our way back to being good again, he came and visited on monday. It went very well, we eat chili dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a tattoo yesterday, oh snap! heres a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kittensixx.com/snacktat.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO thats pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing 3 is that my internet at home is now broken. So thats helping my tech ban... but pissing off my dad (who loves his internet) So i gotta call SBC today, and deal with their tech support who beleive that i know nothing of my computer and how my network works. Its gonna be a long day, hopefully I can get to sleep earlier that the past 2 weeks.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:snackt1me:10505</id>
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    <title>My life is once again, in IMs...</title>
    <published>2005-06-20T21:53:56Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-20T21:53:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Not Molly</lj:music>
    <content type="html">righ is   skinny: hate is way cooler than like&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: hate is like the hummer of emotion&lt;br /&gt;Vince Borelli: so fuel inefficient</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:snackt1me:10262</id>
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    <title>End of the ban? Not quite.</title>
    <published>2005-06-20T19:32:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-20T19:32:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">As some of you may have noticed, I have been making appearences on myspace and AIM today. This is less because I've fixed anything, and more because I lack discipline. There are certain things that have happened in my life as of late, personal things, that drove me to make this decision. Oddly enough, the least of which was finding out my ex finence is getting married. I had hoped, that by cutting out the internet from my life, I could start to deal with this internal issues in a constructive, and distraction free manner. But I realized, that my support system is almost entirely online. Not healthy to be sure, but, it honestly helped me deal with things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am I back? No, and yes. I will be using the net as a support system, as I always have, but it will be in smaller doses. Will I be updating my LJ? Probably. It'll still be filtered because of those who read it, but I will continue to be as honest and candid as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Vince</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:snackt1me:10183</id>
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    <title>My life.</title>
    <published>2005-06-19T09:40:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-19T09:40:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Katy Rose - Snowflakes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm going to be quitting the internet for a while. I won't be on AIM, or myspace, any message boards, and this is my last livejournal entry for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to turn my life around. Change some things that have needed to be changed for quite some time. My cell phone will be off. I will not be using the phone for the duration of my time away. Feel free to drop by my home. But other than that, there is going to be no way (other than a letter I suppose) to get ahold of me for the next few days (or weeks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those of you I talk to on a regular basis, I am ok. And hopefully when this is all over, I'll be even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all again when things straighten out. I will miss you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Vincent Borelli</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:snackt1me:9866</id>
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    <title>maybe.</title>
    <published>2005-06-19T09:27:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-19T09:32:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">maybe God spoke to me tonight&lt;br /&gt;maybe he spoke of you&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'm in the right&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'm lyng to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well maybe I'm trying to stay dry&lt;br /&gt;and maybe your waitin to die&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i just should say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i just should ask why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I dont wanna know&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i'd better not show&lt;br /&gt;maybe i just should stay home&lt;br /&gt;its safer in here all alone&lt;br /&gt;but maybe i should feel for you&lt;br /&gt;because maybe you too&lt;br /&gt;but maybe i'm just a fool&lt;br /&gt;you probably think so too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe God Spoke to me last night&lt;br /&gt;and maybe he spoke of you&lt;br /&gt;and maybe I'm in the right&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm lying to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe god spoke to me last night&lt;br /&gt;and maybe he spoke of you&lt;br /&gt;and i am in the right&lt;br /&gt;and maybe you could love me too</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:snackt1me:9599</id>
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    <title>Lists (IN NO ORDER)</title>
    <published>2005-06-18T10:52:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-18T10:52:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I typed out a whole list of things in list form. But then i said "fuckit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate life when i've been drinking. And i've been drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so very tired.</content>
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    <title>A Test Of My Ministry...</title>
    <published>2005-06-17T06:03:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-17T06:03:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If I propose that Christ was the Serpent in the Garden of Eden, will people listen?</content>
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