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  <title>KayeKitty's Korner</title>
  <subtitle>Somewhere in the Sunbelt</subtitle>
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  <updated>2038-01-19T03:14:07Z</updated>
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    <title>Just to catch up.</title>
    <published>2038-01-19T03:14:07Z</published>
    <updated>2038-01-19T03:14:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I've not been around so much.&amp;nbsp; Count some of it as just plain old depression.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes 'talking about it' doesn't help.&amp;nbsp; *laughs*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's an earlier post here, about my not giving up on people.&amp;nbsp; About a boy I knew in school?&amp;nbsp; Well, the good news is, he walked into my shop (the laundromat where I work) right before my birthday in October.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He looked so much better than I thought he would---and he's the same old brat he'd always been.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But at any rate, he's alive and well.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I didn't get to do any serious talking, but I was able to let him know how good it was to see him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other good news, we have a car.&amp;nbsp; A 1993 Ford Escort.&amp;nbsp; It's not in the best shape in the universe, no, but it still runs which is what it's all about.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It would have been a lot nicer, of course, if SOMEONE hadn't gotten annoyed at me for some reason (and yes, I know I can deserve it, but don't think I did this time :( )&amp;nbsp; and stabbed all four tires then bashed out the back window.&amp;nbsp; *rolls eyes*&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After YEARS of talking to my roommates, they all finally got on the bandwagon and are ready to move from this horrible place.&amp;nbsp; Of course, that takes a chunk of change that you just can't fake.&amp;nbsp; (about $1500, to be exact)&amp;nbsp; So if any of my friends out there are in a better position to pray than I am at the moment, we'd appreciate it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sort of think that I'm living in something akin to a really pathetic sit-com.&amp;nbsp; Since I don't care for comedy, that would be about my luck.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am trying not to be as down and burdened as I feel, honestly.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I'm tired of having to deal with money and personalities.&amp;nbsp; To be honest, I'm just really TIRED.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm actually working, I'm doing what I'm 'supposed to,' and I honestly don't think I'm getting anywhere at all.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Like I'm taking one step forward and two steps back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not read anything from my friends of late, so forgive me if my prattling is frivolious or anything.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I hope everyone is having a much better time, heading toward the holidays.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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