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  <title>Retarded Man of Steel</title>
  <subtitle>Kip!</subtitle>
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    <name>Kip!</name>
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  <updated>2008-09-04T05:51:12Z</updated>
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    <title>Pretty Hate Machine</title>
    <published>2038-01-19T03:14:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-04T05:51:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Late Of The Pier - "Focker"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">An early morning conversation inspired me to revisit the only journal from my past that remains. I went there with hopes of finding entries about the struggles I've had over the years with keeping my attitude and temper in check. I think the two I found are worthy of sharing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An incident that occurred over the weekend has them questioning whether a friendship with yours truly is safe to explore. I'm not sure I have the answer. Has anyone ever called you volatile? It amuses me, because they haven't seen anything at this point. Heh. I found myself ready to throw a punch this weekend. I can't say I've felt that way since I parted ways with the ex. I've been thinking about it ever since and grateful nothing happened. No harm, no foul, right? RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01.13.2005: &lt;b&gt;Sticks &amp; Stones (No More Words)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned to defend myself with words at a very early age. When you're physically unable to battle the enemy, you learn to use the tools that are available to you. Words have always had a tendency of leaving my mouth long before I could process the damage they would cause. I could tear down tall buildings in a single breath back then...I still can. It's nothing I'm proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's really hard to lay those learned behaviors to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a trail of friends, family, and lovers behind me...I wonder if I'll ever be able to control this behavior pattern. Don't get me wrong, I'm a pleasant person...I just haven't learned to properly deal with hurt. The moment I feel the slightest bit of pain being brought on by someone, my tongue quickly decorates the wall behind them with three layers of skin. Moments later, I regret the outburst and probably hurt far worse than I would've had I kept my big mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I change...the more I learn I need to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02.16.2005: &lt;b&gt;Attitude Adjustment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can count carbs and calories. You can monitor the distance of travel between point A and point B. Sadly, you can never tell when your attitude is affecting others until damage is done. Why can't an alarm go off if needed? I'd certainly buy a device like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every year that passes, I grow in many ways...yet my attitude and behavior continues to plague me. I do realize the difference between right and wrong, but have a tendency to dangle too far over the edge. It's getting old. I'm getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never too late to change. I think this is an area I need to focus on more than any other at the moment. It's so strange that it takes a carwreck or two before I take the time to acknowledge that the rims need to be polished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wax in hand.</content>
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