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  <updated>2008-05-01T09:49:07Z</updated>
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    <title>*jumps excitedly with bouncing breasts*</title>
    <published>2008-05-01T09:49:07Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Oh, this looked fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I _____ Rangiku.&lt;br /&gt;- Rangiku is _____.&lt;br /&gt;- Rangiku likes to ______.&lt;br /&gt;- I want to _____ Rangiku.&lt;br /&gt;- Rangiku can ______.&lt;br /&gt;- Someday Rangiku will ______.&lt;br /&gt;- Rangiku reminds me of ______.&lt;br /&gt;- Without Rangiku, it will be _____.&lt;br /&gt;- Right now, I bet Rangiku is thinking about _____.&lt;br /&gt;- Rangiku makes me want to _______.&lt;br /&gt;- If I could spend the day with Rangiku, I'd _____.&lt;br /&gt;- Rangiku is made of _______.&lt;br /&gt;- If I could be Rangiku for a day, I'd ______.&lt;br /&gt;- Rangiku's alter-ego is __________.&lt;br /&gt;- I want to give Rangiku ______.</content>
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    <title>No room for slacking :(</title>
    <published>2008-04-30T09:11:06Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I have to do over time. For the whole week. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Arrrrrggggggghhhhhh. WHYYYYYYYY? The manager here in the restaurant is so mean! I didn't do anything to deserve this!!!! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Okay, mayyyybe I did fall asleep at work once or twice &lt;strike&gt;(or thirty)&lt;/strike&gt; but that doesn't mean I don't do my job well! I work my tail off every single day, and what's worse, the lady at the day spa said my palms seem rougher than usual. :( THIS JOB IS KILLING MY BODY. And the leech, my manager, he had the nerves to say I was being "indecent" and gave me night shifts as punishments. What BULLOCKS.&amp;nbsp; The only thing I'll take responsibility for is breaking the China vase beside the counter. I admitted I was a bit clumsy because I had such a bad hangover from yesterday and offered to help cleaning it up but he started yelling in my face when I tried to help! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so he says my dress was too low cut that showed wayyyy too much cleavage. Now it wasn't my fault that I have big boobs! Seriously! I mean, the shirt I was wearing was the normal size worn by the waitresses, but because of the size of my breasts, I couldn't BREATHE. So I undid the top two &lt;strike&gt;three&lt;/strike&gt; buttons to, you know, get a little air. It was also so hot yesterday, I got all sweaty everywhere, specially in my little valley! You can't blame me for just unbutton my shirt a little! It isn't fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now come to think of it, maybe he wasn't angry because I flashed him with my boobs. I think he (like all the other men in the restaurant) was rather enjoying the view, but when the shefs started bleeding through their noses and adding their own sauce in the food, he got a bit cranky. And he started making such a funny face when  I began leaning down to clean the broken vase. I think I saw him holding an handkerchief on his nose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was a bit too much for him, hmm?</content>
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