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<link>http://blogs.experienceproject.com</link><item><title>Update</title><description><![CDATA[So it was Christmas.
So what.
I said to the kids, &quot;What do you want?&quot; and that's what they got.  MY HUSBAND DIDN...]]></description><link>http://stukntherut.blogs.experienceproject.com/89253.html</link><guid>http://stukntherut.blogs.experienceproject.com/89253.html</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Dec 2008 11:08:41 PST</pubDate></item><item><title>It's all starting to make sense</title><description><![CDATA[Remember in high school and somebody wrote &quot;life sucks and then you die&quot; or &quot;life's a *****&quot; on a desk or lunch table??&amp;nbs...]]></description><link>http://stukntherut.blogs.experienceproject.com/81896.html</link><guid>http://stukntherut.blogs.experienceproject.com/81896.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 23:16:24 PST</pubDate></item><item><title>men are pigs</title><description><![CDATA[I will never be in a good relationship because I've been married to Mr. ******* for WAY too long.  When I'm free of him I will li...]]></description><link>http://stukntherut.blogs.experienceproject.com/81047.html</link><guid>http://stukntherut.blogs.experienceproject.com/81047.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Nov 2008 23:13:37 PST</pubDate></item><item><title>Life sucks</title><description><![CDATA[My husband isn't home.  Where is he?  I don't ask.  He gets up in the morning, comes in my room to grab some clothes, then l...]]></description><link>http://stukntherut.blogs.experienceproject.com/79865.html</link><guid>http://stukntherut.blogs.experienceproject.com/79865.html</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Nov 2008 13:29:03 PST</pubDate></item><item><title>Another day</title><description><![CDATA[It's my day off and I'm sitting in my room. 
I used to bike ride, walk, jog, hike, xx ski, skate, lift weight, etc. etc.
...]]></description><link>http://stukntherut.blogs.experienceproject.com/78768.html</link><guid>http://stukntherut.blogs.experienceproject.com/78768.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Nov 2008 10:51:35 PST</pubDate></item><item><title>What it's like to be me</title><description><![CDATA[I used to be alive.  Young, active, and naive. 
I gave 100% ALWAYS.  I looked at what I accomplished and thought, &quot;OK, ...]]></description><link>http://stukntherut.blogs.experienceproject.com/78751.html</link><guid>http://stukntherut.blogs.experienceproject.com/78751.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Nov 2008 09:52:58 PST</pubDate></item>
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