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      <title>Eagerness to learn English</title>
      <link>http://gay-lovers.blogdrive.com/archive/6.html</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 03 Nov 2006 21:28:49 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>okay so it was kinda crazy...i don't know.i'm lost.. im
here facing the computer for almost three hours now..i don't have any
idea of what am i doing..i feel sick.. i feel lost..i just, i just,
iust...that's it.. 

i hate school.. so disgusting...........whaaa.. it's like a combination
or a crossbreed between bulldog and shitzu... add those two words
together and the sum is bullshit.. pretty amazing..



my literature class is soo sooo soo somewhat lost in track. okay so its
objective is for the students to learn and appreciate 
literature..but we were bombared with lots of poetry..... (more)</description>
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      <title>The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday mornings.</title>
      <link>http://gay-lovers.blogdrive.com/archive/5.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2006 19:30:23 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>


Perhaps
it's the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or
maybe it's the unbounded joy of not having to be at work. Either way,
the first few hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable. 

A
few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the basement shack with a
steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other.
What began as a typical Saturday morning, turned into one of those
lessons that life seems to hand you from time to time. Let me tell you
about it.

I turned the dial up into the phone portion of the
band on my ham radio in order to listen... (more)</description>
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      <title>The things they say</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2006 19:21:44 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
I love reading the morning papers on the internet. You can read so many and get different views across the country.

Here's a few quotes that I liked:

House
speaker Dennis Hastert (R-Ill.) dismissed talks of a sour outlook for
the GOP and cited signs of a strong economy. &quot;Things are looking pretty
good, and I don't think anybody would really want to change that at
this time&quot;.

Hey Dennis, pretty good, for who, the average wage earner, or for Exxon.

While
the energy giant's quarterly profit again hit the $10 billion mark,
yes, that is BILLION, how well did the average guy do this past... (more)</description>
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      <title>Tim Tried To Hurt Me</title>
      <link>http://gay-lovers.blogdrive.com/archive/3.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 15 Oct 2006 22:39:04 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
Been
up all night with Patrick, he finally went to sleep. Yesterday in the
afternoon I was trying to leave for the apartment with Patrick begging
me not to go alone. I told Patrick it would be okay that I would
probably not be long.

Got to the apartment and listened outside
the door to hear any noise from inside, didn’t hear anything so I
thought it would be okay for me to go in. Go in the door everything was
a big mess, my clothes all over the place, the door to Tim’s room is
shut.

I started to pick up my stuff, I brought a couple of
garbage bags with me, all of the sudden I hear... (more)</description>
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      <title>Patrick And I Have A Very Serious Talk</title>
      <link>http://gay-lovers.blogdrive.com/archive/2.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 15 Oct 2006 22:37:32 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Patrick sat me down late last night and said Jason we
must have a talk. (I was thinking wow this is going to be it, he is
finally going to give in) These are not the exact words of the
conversation but I’m stated them to you the best that I can recall.

“Jason
let me start by saying that you are really a special guy the deserves
the best that life has to offer to you” (I thinking okay, this is good
so far) “I’m so sorry about Tim, Kate, and the whole big mess that you
found yourself in the middle of” “But I must tell you that I’m not gay”
But Patrick you let me sleep in your bed and... (more)</description>
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      <title>Missing</title>
      <link>http://gay-lovers.blogdrive.com/archive/1.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 15 Oct 2006 22:36:24 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
I
hope Toad is ok. Hes done this before where he disappears but last time
he was gone this long he at least told us he was going to be gone. It
looks like he hasnt even logged on to his account for a couple weeks.
Hey Toad if your reading this please tell us youre ok? I was going to
make Toad-jokes but I dont even feel like doing that, I just want him
to say something so we know hes ok.

This might sound strange but
I been listening to the story about the little girls that were murdered
at that Amish schoolhouse in Pennsylvania today, and Im sort of angry
at God. I mean I know God... (more)</description>
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