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        <title><![CDATA[VentBox]]></title>
        <link>http://ventbox.bricabox.com</link>
        <description><![CDATA[Everybody Vents!
VentBox is a place to vent about stuff find other people venting about the same things.]]></description>
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        <pubDate>2008-08-20 21:43:14</pubDate>
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            <title><![CDATA[tired of popular assholes in middle school and loaded schedule.]]></title>
            <link>http://ventbox.bricabox.com/content/5798/tired-of-popular-assholes-in-middle-school-and-loaded-schedule</link>
            <description><![CDATA[What the hell is wrong with middle schoolers? All of a sudden the assholes are getting the hot girlfriends. I mean, you don&#39;t even have to fit the jock description anymore. You just have to be white and blonde. I kick their asses in soccer, more muscle, better body, and they get girlfriends and are popular as hell. Then once i&#39;m home i got piano and viola and mom yelling her head off for no reason. What the hell do i do?]]></description>
            <pubDate>2008&#45;08&#45;15 02:26:00</pubDate>
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            <title><![CDATA[Fed Up with near enough everything]]></title>
            <link>http://ventbox.bricabox.com/content/5778/fed-up-with-near-enough-everything</link>
            <description><![CDATA[Dear whoever decides to read this 
 It has been a tough year infact all years seem to be tough all the time i allways look back and think damn i was depressed or this wasnt right with me or that, but then nothings ever perfect is it? and does everyone do that? and then i feel stupid for feeling down but then i think everyone deserves a little sunshine in their lives so at the moment im waiting for some literally aswell! 
from reading the news and listening to the radio according to many this world is damned with the wasted youth, gang culture, rising prices of everything can i ask again Where is the happiness and sunshine? things cant be all that bad can they? and back in the day they cant of been all that rosey?
And then apparently uni is a waste of time aswell? even though you bust your gut to get into a good one and i would really like to no just so i dont waste all my non existent money on going and getting a degree which amounts to absoloutly nothing.
Then i turn on the radio and i cant stand to hear all these love songs because their either sleazy or just too soppy i mean why should i want to listen to that? but apparently im cold hearted and am afraid of relationships but i still maintain the fact that when i meet a guy i want to be with ill have no reservations or even if i do ill be able to put them aside because i feel its right as of yet that hasnt happened and im not going to pretend im in love with someone when i no in a year or 2 ill barely remember their name.
ontop of that thers friends argh they annoy me like i love them but theyr in like some little bubble and the people we no are boring which i hate seriously partys with all of them? URGH but then you no if you dont go youll miss out on whats happening also thers this party in a couple of weeks and this boy best not go and pull this other girl because that will just urgh and im trying to behave myself at the moment but its never easy to do the right thing is it? i just need to do something exciting something that will make me feel alive but i feel so restricted and i want to get up and leave there must be other people who feel this way? its just it feels like thers allways so much happening with everyone else and good things in their lives and it totally misses me out! which is unfair and when it does seem something good is happening theirs allways a problem anyway so it never does? i understand you cant allways have everything  but i would like something! i dont havee friends i can be open with and trust all the boys i no are idiots, its difficult but i shoulod just suck it up and stop being so weak but its so boring i need to go places and meet new people and see different things. i just cant seem to do anything right and you would think i could because if you met me youd see a really happy bubbly person and its not that im not its just that noone takes the time of day  or cares enough to find out if im okand i am but im not its wierd i no!  Sometimes i just feel like im surounded by people but im all alone and even if i scream they wont pay attention! ahhhhhhhhhhh well such is life eh?  ]]></description>
            <pubDate>2008&#45;08&#45;09 18:53:06</pubDate>
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            <title><![CDATA[Older Brother]]></title>
            <link>http://ventbox.bricabox.com/content/5645/older-brother</link>
            <description><![CDATA[I do everything for my older brother.  I make appointments, pick him up from work, sew up his jeans, and stick up for him when my parents call him lazy.  But he never returns the favor!  Yesterday I asked him to pick up my transcript from my high school that the University I am transferring to needs.  I couldn&#39;t go myself because I have a full time job for the summer.  He has the week off from his job so he&#39;s just sitting at home all day.  I ask him to do this and he tells me no, because I&#39;m &quot;really asking a lot&quot;.  I can&#39;t believe him!]]></description>
            <pubDate>2008&#45;07&#45;03 16:55:57</pubDate>
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            <title><![CDATA[neglected]]></title>
            <link>http://ventbox.bricabox.com/content/5553/neglected</link>
            <description><![CDATA[why the hell can&#39;t you call me like i call you?! why don&#39;t you give me some affection?!!!! i need love to, i need to know that you actually care for me and think about me!!!]]></description>
            <pubDate>2008&#45;06&#45;11 22:59:38</pubDate>
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            <title><![CDATA[family betrayal]]></title>
            <link>http://ventbox.bricabox.com/content/5371/family-betrayal</link>
            <description><![CDATA[so my step sisters are a year and two years younger then me but we&#39;re very close. suddenly they went and told my step mother that i do drugs and have had sex and whatnot and she told my father who told my grandparents whom i live with. they asked me and i told them i tried weed a few times and i never had sex just played around. my sisters also decided to start making stuff up and saying that i was pregnant and went to a clinic for an abortion. now this weekend i have to sit down with my whole family until we finish arguing or something. its going to be horrible. i never thought my sisters would do something like that to me just because theyre sick of hearing their mother complain about them being little goth kids. my step mom is really hardcore christian and now she thinks im this horrible person. she also has decided to dream up that my father either killed my mother or my mother killed herself and shes getting into my mothers records and i think thats none of her business. anyways this week is going to be hell and i really dont want to spend my saturday with my family questioning me about what i have and havnt done. UGH!]]></description>
            <pubDate>2008&#45;05&#45;23 02:46:30</pubDate>
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            <title><![CDATA[Weight Frustration]]></title>
            <link>http://ventbox.bricabox.com/content/5139/weight-frustration</link>
            <description><![CDATA[So, my fiancee has been bugging me to lose weight since the birth of our son 2 years ago...I&#39;ve tried everything but can&#39;t seem to get anywhere with it. I don&#39;t have much time for myself to exercise or anything since I&#39;m working full time and he refuses to care for our son. I do EVERYTHING! # of diapers he has changed...0, meals prepared...0, dishes washed...0, by nothing I mean nothing...well...he works, but so do I.  He says he won&#39;t marry me until I lose weight, and he&#39;s used to going out with pretty girls, so that&#39;s why he&#39;s always on my back. So, like, for the past month I&#39;ve been eating a completely vegan diet, detoxing, working out, s&#45;t&#45;a&#45;r&#45;v&#45;i&#45;n&#45;g!!! and he comes home from a trip out of town..looks at me and tells me that I&#39;ve gained weight, even though, according to the scale I lost 10 lbs this week alone...he just says..&#39;oh well, whatever you say&#39; I JUST WANTED TO CRAWL IN A HOLE AND DIE. AAAAAARRRRRRGGGHHH!!! There...now I feel better. ;)  ]]></description>
            <pubDate>2008&#45;05&#45;08 15:47:41</pubDate>
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            <title><![CDATA[crap friends]]></title>
            <link>http://ventbox.bricabox.com/content/5093/crap-friends</link>
            <description><![CDATA[my best friend has apparently been bitching about me behind my back to another girl, and the only person willing to stick up for me is the girl i used to hate.

i want to like shank her. stupid fucking cow. she says a best friend is someone you can say stuff about and it doesnt matter.

a best friend is someone you can say stuff to their FACE and it doesnt matter.

i really thought she was better than that. i expected nothing more from the other girl, but my best friend? who does that?]]></description>
            <pubDate>2008&#45;05&#45;03 00:15:56</pubDate>
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            <title><![CDATA[Tired of my living with my inlaws]]></title>
            <link>http://ventbox.bricabox.com/content/4941/tired-of-my-living-with-my-inlaws</link>
            <description><![CDATA[I&#39;m venting because I&#39;m tired of living my in laws it has been since the beginning of March that I have lived here because my husband just got out of the stinkin&#39; army and he is finding work. I am disabled and can&#39;t work at the present time. The plan was to find a job and a house in the time span of a month. I know that sounds kind of outlandish with the job market we have today, but I thought he would have no problem getting a job getting out of the army. We both were wrong. The biggest problem besides the fact that it is not our house and we can&#39;t do like we want to do is that there is my nephew who fights, kicks, and bites my kids over every little thing. He even tries to pick fights with grown ups he rules the house!  When my brother in law is here which is every day we have to drop him off to work and we have to pick him up from work. He&#39;s job doesn&#39;t pay much so we have to feed him. So in addition to what we pay my mother in law for rent, plus paying some bills we have to feed a grown ass man. We already have problems getting gas and feeding our own two kids. Oh yeah and when my brother in law friends come over they leave their empty bottles and trash laying around. The only two people who clean up the house on a regular basis is my husband and I. I hate it here, and I can&#39;t afford to stay in a hotel until my husband gets work. On the flip side I am very grateful even though it doesn&#39;t sound like it that we actually do have a place to stay instead of in our van or out on the streets. Thanks I just needed to get it out.]]></description>
            <pubDate>2008&#45;04&#45;28 12:53:57</pubDate>
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            <title><![CDATA[From here it&#39;s all down hill]]></title>
            <link>http://ventbox.bricabox.com/content/4817/from-here-its-all-down-hill</link>
            <description><![CDATA[Gas, Food, Work. It&#39;s all a mess and fucked up. And it&#39;s not even the beginning. WTF?!]]></description>
            <pubDate>2008&#45;04&#45;15 12:25:21</pubDate>
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            <title><![CDATA[My mangement team sucks.....]]></title>
            <link>http://ventbox.bricabox.com/content/4763/my-mangement-team-sucks</link>
            <description><![CDATA[I am so tired of people running to tell everything they know about other people....I hate that you can not move ahead in a company, because their are put ahead of others. I am sick of brown nosed corrupt people that have no clue what they are doing.]]></description>
            <pubDate>2008&#45;04&#45;10 02:02:25</pubDate>
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            <title><![CDATA[BINGE DRINKING]]></title>
            <link>http://ventbox.bricabox.com/content/3836/binge-drinking</link>
            <description><![CDATA[I just hate those idiots who binge drink then become violent.  Recently we had an aggravated burglary and the excuse was that the thug didn&#39;t know what he was doin because he&#39;d been binge drinking.
I would arrest all binge drinkers and put them on a converted prison ship in the north sea for a few weeks &#45; to sober them up. ]]></description>
            <pubDate>2008&#45;03&#45;13 03:47:42</pubDate>
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            <title><![CDATA[Angie]]></title>
            <link>http://ventbox.bricabox.com/content/879/angie</link>
            <description><![CDATA[You know who you are &#45; god you piss me off!  You called just two days ago to tell me you&#39;ve gotten engaged &#45; you tell me I&#39;m the first one you called to tell the news to &#45; I haven&#39;t heard from you in over two months, and even then it was by email and only a couple of lines.  I didn&#39;t know what to say, I had already figured our friendship was all by over at this point, yet you call and tell me you&#39;re getting married and gee, I&#39;m the very first one you thought of to call to tell the news to.  As if I&#39;m suppose to feel honored &#45; &quot;Gee, whiz, I&#39;ve been awful hard on you lately &#45; maybe there&#39;s something to salvage of this friendship.&quot;  So, feeling guilty for being a bitch, I called you back the next day, and what do you let slip?  Oh, yeah, he proposed to you at a party &#45; AT A PARTY &#45; where EVERYONE ELSE YOU KNOW was PARTYING, with the exception of your parents in Nashville!  Of course I was the first one you thought of &#45; I was the ONLY one who wasn&#39;t aware of the fact that you were throwing a fucking party, Asshole!  

How many fucking times do I have to endure this bullshit from you?   

Okay, I&#39;ll attempt to leave out the dirty words, if only for the fact that an argument is better said and more productive if the proper words are used.  Words are power.  You should know all about that.  

In the past 14 years that we&#39;ve known each other &#45; and ...lol... for all that time that we&#39;ve been &#39;friends,&#39;  has it ever once occured to you, while you&#39;re drinking beer and playing pong at some happening party, that I&#39;m not standing next to you, or across from you spilling my beer while I attempt to hit a ping pong ball into a cup in front of you/  

Perhaps, just once in these past 14 years, you&#39;ve looked around a party and realized that I&#39;m not there?  

In all the times you&#39;ve had such great stories about parties you&#39;ve attended (or thrown), has it ever once occured to you that you&#39;re telling me about a party you went to without me, without including me, without so much as a quick email or text message or phone call or fucking smoke signal to tell me a party is going on?  Did you ever once think, &quot;hey, maybe I&#39;ll call Kel to see if she&#39;d like to go to (this rocking party with me), (this movie with me), (shopping with me), (get drunk with me), etc., etc.&quot;  No &#45; it has NEVER occured to you, you NEVER include me in ANY of the stuff you do, but you LOVE to tell me all about the great fucking time you had, don&#39;t you? 

Do you have any idea how much it hurts to not be included?  Do you know at all what it feels like &#45; to be so lonely and desparate for friends you&#39;d pray to a God you don&#39;t even believe in just for relief from the lonliness?  I did that just a moment ago; I actually begged God for a friend, for someone who&#39;d be interested in knowing how my day went, or to go shoe shopping with me, or a movie, or to just talk to &quot;blah blah blah&quot; for no reason.  A real friend.

You&#39;d actually prefer to hang out with your ignorant, bigot friends than with me?  Including Kathy &#45; who&#39;s an idiot and nothing but white trash?  She&#39;s one step away from the Jerry &#45;fucking&#45; Springer show, but she&#39;s a better friend to you than I&#39;ve ever been, right?   

I&#39;ve said this all before to you, but nothing changes.  We&#39;ve talked about this, you&#39;ve assured me I&#39;m wrong, that you&#39;re my friend and you &#39;love&#39; me.  You don&#39;t know how to love, you twisted Bitch.  If you love me so fucking much, why the fuck don&#39;t you ever call me?  Or write me?  Or include me in anything you fucking do?  If you&#39;re such a great friend of mine, why the fuck wasn&#39;t I at that party with you, watching him get down on his knee to ask you to marry him?  I was the fucking one you cried to for over a year about that guy; I was the fucking one who consoled you.  And I&#39;m the one you forget about all the fucking time.  

You suck.  I hope he cheats on you.  I hope he breaks your fucking heart, that tiny, black stone in your chest.  I hope he stomps on it.  You deserve it.  


 
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            <pubDate>2008&#45;02&#45;19 15:01:22</pubDate>
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            <title><![CDATA[I don&#39;t know her true viewpoint]]></title>
            <link>http://ventbox.bricabox.com/content/805/i-dont-know-her-true-viewpoint</link>
            <description><![CDATA[
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            <pubDate>2008&#45;01&#45;18 19:05:31</pubDate>
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            <title><![CDATA[Gas Prices]]></title>
            <link>http://ventbox.bricabox.com/content/791/gas-prices</link>
            <description><![CDATA[I am so sick of gas hikes. I had to stay home from my child&#39;s field trip because I couldnt afford to gas to go there. I have  a 2007 Saturn and it takes 38.00 dollars to fill up. I get 32 mpg on the highway but when am I on the highway. I do most of my driving in the city. I rememver when I paid 99 cents a gallon. Please for the working class lower the gas prices.
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            <pubDate>2008&#45;01&#45;06 22:14:14</pubDate>
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            <title><![CDATA[brothers]]></title>
            <link>http://ventbox.bricabox.com/content/592/brothers</link>
            <description><![CDATA[my brother nate is weird
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            <pubDate>2007&#45;11&#45;22 20:21:28</pubDate>
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            <title><![CDATA[Homework]]></title>
            <link>http://ventbox.bricabox.com/content/579/homework</link>
            <description><![CDATA[Busy work
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            <pubDate>2007&#45;11&#45;18 19:16:48</pubDate>
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            <title><![CDATA[George W. Bush]]></title>
            <link>http://ventbox.bricabox.com/content/460/george-w-bush</link>
            <description><![CDATA[His economy policy favors the rich
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            <pubDate>2007&#45;11&#45;12 12:42:58</pubDate>
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