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    <description><![CDATA[My favorite actors are rappers.]]></description>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Call me.]]></title>
	      <link>http://abbie.buzznet.com/user/journal/68048/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[For me the tradition of exchanging phone numbers when in a bar is ridiculous. Based mostly on physical appearence people decide they are compatable and make "a move." How many of these end up anything but casual (bad) sex in a dirty bed with roomates listening through the walls, an awkward morning after, and finally a joke shared between friends. I'd like to thank my unknowing brother for not having a gender specific name because my new bar game involves his name and number. I know I know, why don't I just say no? This is a bad message out of context, but sometimes it's easier just to say yes. So brother buddy, when Jim calls just know that he is a large man clad in leather jacket and Packer hat and he's calling for you. 


(I've found an old blog and decided to post entertainment from there...March 3 2003)]]></description>
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	      <dc:creator>abbie</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2006-11-01T00:34:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[MAY 1st]]></title>
	      <link>http://abbie.buzznet.com/user/journal/20550/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[My grandmother just called me and before I'd even said hello she launched into a cheer, "Hooray! Hooray! The first of MAY!  Outdoor screwing begins TODAY!"

"Haha, I like that!" I applauded.

"I knew you would, love you!" 

*click*

I guess that was all she had time for as I'm sure she has a whole list of calls to make today.
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	      <dc:creator>abbie</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2006-05-01T16:14:24Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[SF Bicyclist Killed in HIT and RUN]]></title>
	      <link>http://abbie.buzznet.com/user/journal/10140/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[You never know, one person might be able to help.....

A hit-and-run motorist ignored a red light early Thursday and killed a 26-year-old bicyclist, police said.

The accident happened at 2 a.m. at Polk and Geary streets, said Inspector Pat Tobin of the hit-and-run detail. The cyclist, Sarah Tucker of San Francisco, died at 9:46 a.m. at San Francisco General Hospital, authorities said.

Police said the motorist, a man driving a black Honda CR-V, was going west on Geary and ran the light. Tucker, riding south on Polk, ran into the Honda in the middle of the intersection.

Tobin said witnesses heard the rider shout loudly "Hey!'' just before the accident. Witnesses said the Honda was left with a large scrape on the passenger door.

He said auto repair shops, insurance companies and auto parts yards should be on the lookout for the Honda. Anyone with information is asked to call police at (415) 553-1641 or an anonymous tip line, (415) 575-4444.
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		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>abbie</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2006-01-17T01:07:03Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Down with carbs]]></title>
	      <link>http://abbie.buzznet.com/user/journal/5256/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<P>No eating* carbs until my birthday, lets see if I can do it.&nbsp; Let the countdown begin to Jan 1 2006.&nbsp; I will break this pledge to myself on Thanksgiving.</P>
<P>Whoa, that means no carbs until next year...</P>
<P>&nbsp;</P>
<P>*since I don't 'eat' beer it doesn't count if I have 1 or 20.</P>]]></description>
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	      <dc:creator>abbie</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2005-10-24T10:00:51Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[I came to party 'til I pass out]]></title>
	      <link>http://abbie.buzznet.com/user/journal/4545/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[My Mom just wrote me an email that concluded with this: <br />  <br />  <i>Life is so tough.  We went to get Mexican food with Bubba and then I passed out in bed from emotional exhaustion and vodka.<br />  <br />  Love and hugs and kisses,<br />  Mommy<br /> </i> <br />  <br />  To be fair to her, the top part of the email detailed actual sad life events, I am just glad she can make me laugh hard in the end.  Oh, and we sometimes call my brother Bubba.  Shut up.<br />  <br />  ]]></description>
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	      <dc:creator>abbie</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2005-10-10T01:50:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[A Card from Mother]]></title>
	      <link>http://abbie.buzznet.com/user/journal/3562/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[Today is a special guest journal entry from my unknowing mother, below is a card from her transcribed word for word.  I'vd added clarification in brackets.

Dear favorite baby daughter [ONLY baby daughter], 
If I send the money, can I choose your hair style?  I think you and your hair look like Jennifer Anniston [wtf?] - so that would be very pretty to get it cut and colored like hers.  I think your bdonk a donk [ass] looks like JLo - don't get the implants.  Did you know that some women are getting ass implants to get an ass like JLo?  Send me pictures!!  I want a hard copy of the one with you and Alex in the circus pose. [I believe that pic is in the archives somewhere]

Love and Kisses, 
Mommy

PS Eric was here today working on the front door with his shirt off - grrrrr [handy man? more like eye candy man]

PSS The pictures are for you to share with aunt and uncles. [she enclosed pictures of me from various preformances, one with total whore make up on] The "Sparkle make up" one is for the magaician if he wants you to audition for his act. [I dated a magician a while ago, the affair ended when he dropped my dog off his second story balcony the first day I got her]]]></description>
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	      <dc:creator>abbie</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2005-09-16T16:10:14Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[It does a body good]]></title>
	      <link>http://abbie.buzznet.com/user/journal/2064/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[My Mother, a registered nurse who now works doing asthma allergy research, diagnosed me with lactose intolerance at an early age.  Growing up in the dairy lands of Wisconsin I loved my milk and cheese, eventually 2% wasn’t enough to sate my desires and I turned to half and half.  Creamy.  I think that was the last straw.  My Mother, always one to look after the health of my siblings and I, could apparently hear my slowly closing arteries as they creaked and moaned.  This is when she broke it to me that I was intolerant of the lactose for which I lusted so.  For years I was forced to ruin cereal with soymilk and forgo the ice cream at birthday parties.  Cheeseburgers became just burgers, well at least until I cut out beef entirely, I sure as hell don’t want mad cow disease, in fact I made my Dad promise to kill me if I ever contracted it.  After some negotiation Dr. Dad finally agreed to put me down with a lethal injection, but he said he would not shoot me in the head.  Never mind the tangent, the bottom line is that my “lactose intolerance” was purely psychosomatic by proxy. <br />  <br />  We were discussing this at brunch today as I drank a glass of milk.  When I said ‘psychosomatic by proxy’ my friend started laughing.<br />  <br />  “How the hell can you use ‘psychosomatic by proxy’ in a sentence and not know how to do laundry?”<br />  <br />  I’ll explain my laundry follies at a later date; my domesticity issues are expansive, not just limited to dishes.<br />  <br />  <br />  ]]></description>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>abbie</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2005-08-16T16:24:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Unconditional Love]]></title>
	      <link>http://abbie.buzznet.com/user/journal/2032/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[My Mom and I had an interesting email correspondence a while ago. There were a few back and forth about various things, and then my mom suggested that I profit off of the fortunes of someone else through persuasive measures. Basically, she wanted me to "use" someone for my personal gain.

I responded with:

"Using people is bad unless its for sex because then at least you are usually using each other and it evens out."

I think she's afraid of me, but all she could say was:

"You have very good values, thank you for sharing them with me. I am proud to be your mommy."]]></description>
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	      <dc:creator>abbie</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2005-08-15T20:50:57Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[SOLD! To the dirty blonde in the front]]></title>
	      <link>http://abbie.buzznet.com/user/journal/1913/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[I like to surf ebay when I am tired, because free association becomes more lucid when my mind isn't all wound up, this allows for the more random and entertaining searches for velvet paintings and busts of sea captains.

I just bid on a rosary with a secret compartment behind the Jesus.

Jay: That's cool, but what do you hide in a rosary?

Me: Birth control pills.

Jay: Haha...how big are those beads?
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	      <dc:creator>abbie</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2005-08-13T03:11:58Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[I want to move into an RV to live deliberately]]></title>
	      <link>http://abbie.buzznet.com/user/journal/1447/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[I never finished college and I've been contemplating a return to school.  Upon mention of this, my parents were thrilled, but had to mask their satisfaction for fear that any support would send me defiantly running in the opposite direction again.  They gave me the same line about supporting me no matter what I chose to do with my life, happiness above all else, but comments to the contrary have often slipped into conversation or arrived second hand.  Such as the time I was on the phone with my mother on a holiday and she casually mentioned everyone who was present, adding, "Everyone here either has a college degree or is working towards one."  I told her I was glad to be across the country, unable to skew any sort of statistics she was compiling.  Another time I had a friend of the family casually inquire about the difficulties of UCLA Law, I mentioned that I had met Joe Millionaire on set and seen Marky Mark driving down Sunset.

I’m not applying to UCLA, I’ve been looking more at UC Santa Cruz for many reasons, but the housing option seems to be the most interesting and inviting aspect of an education there.

"I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream. That's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight... razor... and surviving." - Kurtz

UC Santa Cruz has an RV park for enrolled students only.  The temptation lies in simplifying and streamlining my life, purging excess possessions and confining myself to close living quarters while at the same time becoming more mobile and less committed to location.  Think snail, turtle, hermit crab.  Sure animals that carry their homes aren’t the most exotic species, but they are comforting, there is something about the thought that you can always be home which brings ease.  To me this makes sense.  Maybe people thought Thoreau had lost it when he said; “I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately” but he knew what he had to do.  I tried to plead my case to my mother’s deaf ears, the only thing she could think to counter with was, “You just like the idea because it’s strange.”  Unable to see past any sort of stigma surrounding mobile home living she holds tight to her stereotypes and beliefs and thinks that this could be some personal vendetta against her for putting my dog to sleep or giving away my prom dress.
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	      <dc:creator>abbie</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2005-08-03T07:39:06Z</dc:date>
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