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  <title>But.I.Love.Chef....</title>
  <subtitle>::the can will follow you home::</subtitle>
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  <updated>2006-10-05T10:51:25Z</updated>
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    <title>butilovechef @ 2006-10-05T06:50:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-05T10:51:25Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-05T10:51:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Pulling all nighters, listening to good music and drinking hot tea = the shit.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:butilovechef:28577</id>
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    <title>butilovechef @ 2006-09-05T05:03:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-05T09:04:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-05T09:04:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This makes livejournal # 2 that I've given up on.  I'm pretty fucking awesome.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:butilovechef:28275</id>
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    <title>butilovechef @ 2006-03-02T05:44:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-02T10:46:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-02T10:46:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hopped to myspace for those of you who didn't know.  Umm... the only thing else I'll say regarding this livejournal is /end. You should all be listening to stephen malkmus' first album.  It's fucking amazing (I hadn't listened to it in a couple months)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:butilovechef:28142</id>
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    <title>I spoke too soon</title>
    <published>2005-11-26T12:37:56Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-26T12:37:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why do I keep doing this to myself?  I'm beggining to come to terms with things to some extent and then I find an old e-mail and I can't know how to... BE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been cold all winter, despite it being boone winter... until now (nothing poetic suggested.)  I'm sitting here, after looking at Cat's FACEBOOK of all things... one to see that she took off her relationship status with me... which is understandable i guess -- but also taking everything i'd written off her board and changing the picture ...  God I hate to be emo... but i'm sitting her recoiling from something as small as her deleting what i'd written on her wall and literally shaking and feeling overwhelmingly cold.  WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am at a complete loss.... and any headway i'd made in the past couple days has been shot to hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking hate Spain.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:butilovechef:27826</id>
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    <title>butilovechef @ 2005-11-26T07:22:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-26T12:22:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-26T12:22:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have no idea what I'm going to do...  but at least I'm becoming OK with that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so emo it hurts.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:butilovechef:27219</id>
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    <title>I was thinking</title>
    <published>2005-11-12T14:47:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-12T14:47:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm thinking about whoring myself out to my friends.  If you live in GSO or Burlington, or even SC, I can drive to you so long as you chip in for gas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Whorey mcWhorinson</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:butilovechef:26762</id>
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    <title>butilovechef @ 2005-11-08T10:24:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-08T15:24:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-08T15:24:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So news: I've been dumped from Spain.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:butilovechef:26483</id>
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    <title>butilovechef @ 2005-11-08T06:22:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-08T11:22:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-08T11:22:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So things... haven't changed.   I may update later</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:butilovechef:26299</id>
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    <title>Tomorrow/Today</title>
    <published>2005-11-07T09:15:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-07T09:15:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">At some point between 2hrs from now, (5:30am) and 14 hours from now I'll be getting some form of communication that I'm dreading more than ever.  I'm terribly confused and really have no idea what to say/think/do... so if you would, keep me in your thoughts and/or prayers... I'd appreciate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Liam</content>
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    <title>butilovechef @ 2005-11-02T22:05:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-03T03:07:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-03T03:07:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I need a fucking hug.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:butilovechef:25748</id>
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    <title>butilovechef @ 2005-10-23T14:22:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-23T18:23:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-23T18:23:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The lovely Kristin and Carly came up to visit and I didn't get to make out with either of them.&lt;br /&gt;Sad day indeed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice personality, by the way. PEACE.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:butilovechef:25574</id>
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    <title>butilovechef @ 2005-10-16T09:35:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-16T13:40:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-16T13:40:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm a dork. I'll preface most things with that as... well, it's amazingly true.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I'm playing World of Warcraft -- which all of my roommates are now playing constantly -- and the song "not an addict" by K's choice comes on my winamp playlist.  Now far be it from me to see signs where there aren't any, but apparently it was queued up TWICE. So I'm sitting here, the first time I chuckle a bit because, as in any good game/entertainment device, it gets addicting... and it's slightly humorous.  The 2nd time I sit there and listen to the lyrics and try and align them to the playing of a video game... and it was frightening.   I was having a hard time making the bit about 'the further you stick it in your vein the deeper your thoughts.'  Anywho, I thought it was humorous and... making a post on this makes me TWICE the dork, but.. yeah. Fuck K's choice.... and Fuck WoW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/gquit</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:butilovechef:25088</id>
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    <title>I'm pretending to be mean. It's funny ^-^</title>
    <published>2005-10-13T12:53:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-13T12:53:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Does anyone ever talk about someone's personlity being fantastic first when introducing somone if they think the person is really hot too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, and nice personlity by the way.</content>
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    <title>5:05 am</title>
    <published>2005-10-10T09:16:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-10T09:16:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Warning: lame emo entry, a bit lengthy so do avoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about 5:00 am (a little past) and I'm sitting in my room listening to the postal service (I think the reindeer section is on after this) and drinking Hot tea (herbal, peppermint -- which is a far cry from my usual assortment of black teas) no sugar, very strong,  while playing in photoshop (working on friday's comic) and drawing in my sketch book.  Ryan has just made some particularly strong kool-aid in the pur water pitcher thing and is playing Digital Devil Saga on the PS2 in the main room. Face (Tyler) is drinking some regular black tea and trying to get World of Warcraft to run on his computer.  This is probably one of the best nights I've had up here... at least in the new apartment.   There are some days where I just get a glimpse of myself in the past and the future at one point and see where I got from point A to point B and how I'm going to eventually make it to point C.  Dumb things like driving on the parkway at night with the windows down and listening to good music.... or sitting in a randomly placed gazebo on campus at 4:00am and reading Camus or writing another short story/play/novella that'll end up unfinished in the corner of my room... or sitting across from a friend and talking about nothing and everything over dinner without really realizing that you're there and it's about as good as it can get.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's the whole night thing... I get so much more accomplished at night and I'm always more willing to focus on something... or retain things... or something.  After about 2am things tend to click and I'm back up to speed with where things are....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it helps that the mug I'm drinking from is from the TV series Northern Exposure.  .. come to think of it, I'm not sure why that would help -- or really what needs helping, but Livejournals are supposed to be for stream of consciousness babble, no?  (I was right about the reindeer section btw, it's playing If Everything Fell Quiet right now.  )  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's a little too obvious/honest/ordinary for a post of mine.... so I'm going to leave it like that.  Maybe it'll get me a comment or 2?</content>
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    <title>butilovechef @ 2005-10-02T16:13:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-02T20:28:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-02T20:28:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I haven't updated LJ in about..... well since april, so it's been a long time... and I felt that it might be about that time.  I'm guessing everyone here remembers who I am.... (at least to some small extent.)  Anyway nothing is too new here in Boone.  The weather is finally getting a bit colder, though the schoolwork is keeping me warm as i continuously toss the shit I should be doing into the fire and making s'mores over the toasty carcass of what once was my GPA.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat's in spain, and has been since the end of august... (though it seems like it's been about a year.)  she's seeming to do alright, but nothing is without its hardships but she's handling em' like a pro.  (She's fantastic, if you don't know her.  You should be jealous of everyone who reads this that does know her.  Really, you should.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APPS is going well... Club shows has had 2 really successful shows and our next is looking to be good for us as well.  Homecoming is coming up so expect to find me in there working on photoshop and attempting to come up with designs that are worth using for any of the events.  (The tee-shirt is done, though i'm a bit hesitant to see how it turns out... not that it'll be bad, per se... just that it won't be good.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of what's going on is bollocks and not worth noting i don't think... and on a regular day i might pus something of actual importance here... but seeing as it's not a regular day.... (maybe even an irregular day) i'll just leave it with this.  Later, kiddies</content>
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    <title>we're a bunch of girls</title>
    <published>2005-04-29T09:57:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-29T09:57:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So Ryan and I are pulling an all-nighter getting our assignments ready for the first day of exams (where i have 4 papers, 4 revisions and 3 poems due before 4pm) and... instead of doing the work that we should be doing, we're watching Love Acrually... (shortly to be followed by Boondock Saints and perhaps another film.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're a bunch of girls.... seriously.. a bunch of girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(who don't menstruate)</content>
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    <title>butilovechef @ 2005-03-24T22:50:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-25T03:52:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-25T03:52:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">let's all convince Ryan to stop smoking</content>
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    <title>butilovechef @ 2005-03-15T17:00:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-15T21:58:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-15T21:58:30Z</updated>
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    <title>butilovechef @ 2005-01-12T12:17:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-12T17:17:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-12T17:17:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am updating because it is the right thing to do.</content>
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    <title>butilovechef @ 2004-12-15T06:01:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-15T11:04:09Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-15T11:04:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I apologize for not updating any more recently... simply though, the majority of my time has been placed equally between school and the comic.  I'm off to Pennsylvania tomorrow for a couple days to hang out, eat soft pretzels and dance ::turn:: dance ::turn:: dance.  Meh, actually, i'm procrastinating right now in writing a paper that's due at 9... yeah, i'm a dubfuc...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:butilovechef:23133</id>
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    <title>butilovechef @ 2004-11-17T12:15:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-17T17:18:56Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-17T17:18:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Monday&lt;br /&gt;9:00-9:50   French&lt;br /&gt;10:00-10:50  Sophomore Honors Later British lit&lt;br /&gt;11:00-11:50  Critical Thinking Skills&lt;br /&gt;1:00-1:50   Math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;1:00-1:50   Math&lt;br /&gt;2:00-3:15   Creative Writing – Poetry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;9:00-9:50   French&lt;br /&gt;10:00-10:50  Sophomore Honors Later British lit&lt;br /&gt;11:00-11:50  Critical Thinking Skills&lt;br /&gt;12:00-1:50  Math Lab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;2:00-3:15   Creative Writing – Poetry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;9:00-9:50   French&lt;br /&gt;10:00-10:50  Sophomore Honors Later British lit&lt;br /&gt;11:00-11:50  Critical Thinking Skills&lt;br /&gt;1:00-1:50   Math</content>
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    <title>butilovechef @ 2004-11-17T11:57:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-17T16:59:35Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Trucker fonzie says "heyyyyy!"</content>
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    <title>butilovechef @ 2004-11-17T04:15:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-17T09:17:49Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Man, I don't update anymore...</content>
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    <title>butilovechef @ 2004-11-01T01:45:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-01T06:46:25Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-01T06:46:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">for me, life is about those few moments when you're coming from a completely lost scenario and all of a sudden ::click::</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:butilovechef:22138</id>
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    <title>butilovechef @ 2004-10-25T19:26:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-26T02:26:41Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-26T02:26:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Come on come on I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself &lt;br /&gt;is life worth living should I blast myself? &lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black &lt;br /&gt;my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch &lt;br /&gt;Cops give a damn about a negro pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero &lt;br /&gt;Give crack to the kids who the hell cares one less ugly mouth on the welfare &lt;br /&gt;First ship 'em dope &amp; let 'em deal the brothers &lt;br /&gt;give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other &lt;br /&gt;It's time to fight back that's what Huey said &lt;br /&gt;2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead &lt;br /&gt;I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere &lt;br /&gt;unless we share with each other We gotta start makin' changes &lt;br /&gt;learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers &lt;br /&gt;and that's how it's supposed to be &lt;br /&gt;How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me? &lt;br /&gt;I'd love to go back to when we played as kids &lt;br /&gt;but things changed, and that's the way it is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge w/ changing ad libs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on come on That's just the way it is Things'll never be the same &lt;br /&gt;That's just the way it is aww yeah &lt;br /&gt;[Repeat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see no changes all I see is racist faces &lt;br /&gt;misplaced hate makes disgrace to races &lt;br /&gt;We under I wonder what it takes to make this &lt;br /&gt;one better place, let's erase the wasted &lt;br /&gt;Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right &lt;br /&gt;'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight &lt;br /&gt;and only time we chill is when we kill each other &lt;br /&gt;it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other &lt;br /&gt;And although it seems heaven sent We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh &lt;br /&gt;It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact &lt;br /&gt;the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks &lt;br /&gt;But some things will never change &lt;br /&gt;try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game &lt;br /&gt;Now tell me what's a mother to do bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you &lt;br /&gt;You gotta operate the easy way &lt;br /&gt;"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way &lt;br /&gt;sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid," &lt;br /&gt;Well hey, well that's the way it is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;[Talking:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gotta make a change... &lt;br /&gt;It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes. &lt;br /&gt;Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live &lt;br /&gt;and let's change the way we treat each other. &lt;br /&gt;You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do &lt;br /&gt;what we gotta do, to survive. &lt;br /&gt;And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace &lt;br /&gt;It's war on the streets &amp; the war in the Middle East &lt;br /&gt;Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me &lt;br /&gt;And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do &lt;br /&gt;But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you &lt;br /&gt;Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp slap you up &lt;br /&gt;You gotta learn to hold ya own &lt;br /&gt;they get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone &lt;br /&gt;But tell the cops they can't touch this &lt;br /&gt;I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this &lt;br /&gt;That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool my mama didn't raise no fool &lt;br /&gt;And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped &amp; I never get to lay back &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs &lt;br /&gt;some buck that I roughed up way back comin' back after all these years &lt;br /&gt;rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge 'til fade]</content>
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