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	<title>Eva C. Haldane &#187; 27</title>
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		<title>27.</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2009 23:40:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[So last week I turned 27.  Normally I don&#8217;t feel anything on my birthdays, but this year I felt old.  Too old.  Actually, too old for this shit. What is this shit?  Roommate drama and coworker drama.  I literally woke up that morning and said no more and made a plan.  By the end of [...]]]></description>
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<p>So last week I turned 27.  Normally I don&#8217;t feel anything on my birthdays, but this year I felt old.  Too old.  Actually, <strong>too old for this shit. </strong></p>
<p>What is this shit?  Roommate drama and coworker drama.  I literally woke up that morning and said no more and made a plan.  By the end of the day, I had a new roommate and plan to deal with my nemesis.</p>
<p>I guess old people get things done.</p>
<p>peace,<br />
e.</p>
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