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  <updated>2006-05-29T00:02:06Z</updated>
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    <title>Again I try to have a Livejournal</title>
    <published>2006-05-28T23:59:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-29T00:02:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>First on the gang to die - Morrissey</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, here I am again, trying to deal with my eternal inconstancy and making another account where I can write and show some aspects of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Sunday and it very cold  in Buenos Aires, I have my fingers numb and I'm waiting for the message beep of my cell phone. I'm staying at home tonight, the boy is working and I can't go over there. Somehow is better, I don't have to travel by train at midnight, which is dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer is not working properly, I can't wait to have a new one, hopefully I will get it for Christmas, a long wait but worth  it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week was very weird, I realize I can't trust anyone, just myself, and sometimes not even that. People are ready to  jump down your throat and don't care at all who are they hurting in the process. Sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will probably end up having a bunch of communities and&amp;nbsp; no friends here, but anyways, it's all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sp2.fotologs.net/photo/50/41/18/glamcookie/1148831733_f.jpg" alt="" /&gt;</content>
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