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  <title>REPENT, THE END IS EXTREMELY FUCKING NIGH!</title>
  <subtitle>REPENT, THE END IS EXTREMELY FUCKING NIGH!</subtitle>
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    <email>brobot@gmail.com</email>
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  <updated>2008-12-19T01:08:05Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brobot:149373</id>
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    <title>brobot @ 2008-12-18T20:03:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-19T01:08:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-19T01:08:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>fu manchu</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Family Christmas Party Survival kit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th of excellent weed from private stash&lt;br /&gt;Handful of assorted downers&lt;br /&gt;1 fifth of Wild Turkey 101 if the other two things don't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be an interesting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I hate holidays</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brobot:149106</id>
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    <title>brobot @ 2008-10-12T00:53:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-12T05:02:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-12T05:02:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>7 mary 3 -</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My aunt Bridget died earlier this week. My mother and father left for Florida this morning. She was 43. Part of me is sad that I lost an aunt, but I'm mostly sad at the fact that I never truly developed a relationship with her so I feel like I'm not really missing much. That's kinda messed up, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep making down payments on a ring. I can't believe I've finally reached this point in my life with another person. I'm going to wait until I have it paid off before I officially propose. If you had asked me at 18 years old, if I could see myself getting married to a girl I had pretty much loved since I first met her, I would've said you're fucking crazy, and she would never go for a complete loser like me. I'm here to say that complete losers do get the girl of their dreams. Sometimes it just takes some time. I guess that comes with growing up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, we were sitting on the couch watching tv, and Jack jumped up and laid down right next to Jenny. I laughed and said, "I love our family". I'm not entirely sure, but I think she snuggled closer, and smiled this content smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty drunk right now, but that makes everything even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to tv.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brobot:148696</id>
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    <title>My life summed up in one picture</title>
    <published>2008-08-25T22:34:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-25T22:34:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://a207.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/49/l_abf12543310974efd4054551b1886206.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was taken at the last Jules Verne show at the Underground. I'm pretty sure i was near the bottom of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PILE THE FUCK ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut a lot of shit loose in my life when I started dating jenny. I got back into the hardcore scene full force, I kicked a hella xanax habit. I started letting everyone know how much they mattered, and generally became a better person to be around.</content>
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    <title>young boys, young girls, ain't supposed to die on a Saturday night.</title>
    <published>2008-08-18T02:31:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-25T21:54:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Gaslight Anthem</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="10" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard this song for the first time today, and I'm digging this band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear the '59 Sound coming through on Grandmama's radio?&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear the rattling chains in the hospital walls?&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear the old gospel choir when they came to carry you over?&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear your favorite song one last time?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brobot:147619</id>
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    <title>brobot @ 2008-07-05T18:07:00</title>
    <published>2008-07-05T22:19:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-05T22:19:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lawrence Arms - Devil's Takin' Names</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm gonna zip on my party suit and show y'all something:&lt;br /&gt;there ain't no such thing as strumpin' for nothing&lt;br /&gt;you can fly with us or hang on to the walls&lt;br /&gt;but the devil's takin' names when the last curtain falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful day, and I rode my bike all over town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still broke as shit, but i've come to terms with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to sell some sneakers. I don't want to dick around with NSB, and I'm kinda lazy with e-bay. I need to get them up asap. I've also weeded out a bunch of t-shirts I'm pretty sure i can get some cash for. Mostly old band shirts, some street waaarez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at a party the other day, and one of the girls there said I was young for my age. I thought about that for most of the day. She's right. I'm perpetually 15 in my head. I may have grown-up issues: job, car payment, credit card debt, but I'm still all about cartoons, my bike, skateboarding, comic books, and thrashing out at house parties featuring some excellent local music.</content>
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    <title>brobot @ 2007-10-23T22:44:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-24T02:46:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-24T02:46:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Jenny (on the phone): man im pooped, im going to go to bed... sweet dreams.. im sure ill see you in mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fucking happy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, she's amazing.</content>
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