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  <title>It's all about me</title>
  <subtitle>Rob</subtitle>
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    <name>Rob</name>
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  <updated>2006-01-18T05:14:17Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:furburglar:6824</id>
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    <title>furburglar @ 2006-01-18T00:06:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-18T05:14:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-18T05:14:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What to do tomorrow?  I think it is supposed to rain so that will cut into the outdoor activities.  Oh well, maybe a few more beers will help the thought process.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:furburglar:6606</id>
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    <title>I'm back</title>
    <published>2006-01-18T02:31:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-18T02:31:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">OK folks, I dropped this thing a long time ago, but I am back.  That is all.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:furburglar:6199</id>
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    <title>Sounds good to me</title>
    <published>2001-10-04T17:29:13Z</published>
    <updated>2001-10-04T17:29:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Read the article &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2001/US/10/03/ret.mccaffrey.war.plan/"&gt;(here)&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:furburglar:5909</id>
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    <title>I couldn't resist</title>
    <published>2001-09-18T02:04:32Z</published>
    <updated>2001-09-18T02:04:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I haven't posted in FOREVER, but I HAD to post this whan I saw it.  Maybe one of my friends with more readers will post it and get it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I take action, I'm not going to fire a $2 million missile at a $10 empty tent and hit a camel in the butt. It's going to be decisive."   -  President George W. Bush</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:furburglar:5670</id>
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    <title>Mike the saint</title>
    <published>2001-05-31T04:02:27Z</published>
    <updated>2001-05-31T04:02:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">FurBrglr (10:56:27 PM): Do you call Indian women "Dotheads"?&lt;br /&gt;IKilled007 (10:56:40 PM): haha no&lt;br /&gt;FurBrglr (10:56:50 PM): Ok, just checking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, just when I thought his heart had turned black.  &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/ikilled007"&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt; isn't as relentless as I thought.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:furburglar:5385</id>
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    <title>Whew...</title>
    <published>2001-05-29T05:34:27Z</published>
    <updated>2001-05-29T05:34:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just read an &lt;a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/news/newsarticle.asp?nid=13961"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; saying that this tour is gonna be Eric Claptons last.  Now I'm REALLY glad I paid for awesome seats for his show.  Saturday can't come soon enough and won't last nearly long enough.  Such is life.......</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:furburglar:5210</id>
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    <title>Another day gone.</title>
    <published>2001-05-29T05:14:43Z</published>
    <updated>2001-05-29T05:14:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Got to sleep in a little.  Ended up getting called by Katrina at about 10:30 to see if I wanted to go to Indy shopping.  I had thought of it anyway, so Ifigured if she was gonna drive, I could save my gas and ride with her.  As far as the relationship goes, I am pretty much over it, so to say the least I was an ass all day.  I walked as far away from her as possible and corrected her on everything and you know what, it proved my theory.  If you treat women like crap, they want you more.  The more I was an ass, the more she was trying to be affectionate.  Whenever she tried to kiss me, I turned so all she got was my cheek, which in turn made her try to kiss me more.  It turned into a game really.....was kinda fun in a demented way I guess, but oh well.  Like I've said before, girls are silly.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:furburglar:5049</id>
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    <title>Weekend Update</title>
    <published>2001-05-28T05:15:31Z</published>
    <updated>2001-05-28T05:15:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Not really too much to update.  Worked all day Saturday, grabbed a bite to eat, then came home and watched SNL.  Slept way too much Sunday.  Finally got off my lazy ass and went to my sister's house for dinner around 5.  After dinner, we drove out to see their house that is being built.  It's neat to go out there with them and see their eyes light up with anticipation as they talk about the plans for everything.  It is all framed up, they should start on the wiring and plumbing this week.  Not much else to speak of.  No big plans for tomorrow.  Oh well, I'm sure I can find something to get in to.  If not, I guess I can just sleep all day again.  Sounds fun eh?</content>
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    <title>Survey says??</title>
    <published>2001-05-25T07:41:44Z</published>
    <updated>2001-05-25T07:41:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I needed a change, so I ditched the goatee today.  Let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.reefinabox.com/Rob1.JPG" width="360" height="270" alt=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.reefinabox.com/Rob_2.JPG" width="360" height="270" alt=""&gt;</content>
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    <title>More...</title>
    <published>2001-05-24T20:33:40Z</published>
    <updated>2001-05-24T20:33:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Here is a Pic of my sister and I at Jumbo's Floating Restaurant in Hong Kong.  We look kinda rough because we had been out walking around all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.reefinabox.com/HK_Jumbos.jpg" width="598" height="402" alt=""&gt;</content>
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    <title>Pics</title>
    <published>2001-05-24T19:27:08Z</published>
    <updated>2001-05-24T19:27:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok, so I'm really bored and my Mom just gave me this pic at lunch so I thought I would put it up.  From left to right we have: Chad (Brother-in-Law), ME, Tracy (Sister), Jerry (Stepfather), and my wonderful Mom.  I am gonna scan some more pics and I might post them up here for folks to see if anyone is interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.reefinabox.com/TheFam.jpg" width="600" height="448" alt=""&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:furburglar:4093</id>
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    <title>furburglar @ 2001-05-24T11:23:00</title>
    <published>2001-05-24T16:19:17Z</published>
    <updated>2001-05-24T16:19:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Just woke up....what a wonderful thing.  Ya gotta love your day off.  Now if I can only figure out what to do with myself the rest of the day.</content>
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    <title>Work sucks.</title>
    <published>2001-05-24T01:53:15Z</published>
    <updated>2001-05-24T01:53:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">that pretty much says it.</content>
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    <title>Maybe I overlooked something.</title>
    <published>2001-05-23T07:09:42Z</published>
    <updated>2001-05-23T07:09:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Guns 'N' Roses- Patience</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Rob, your inner rock star is Ricky Martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que hombre, ay yai yai. The rock star part of you is all Ricky Martin. You've got moves that make the ladies hearts go a-flutter, and style that goes for miles. That suave Latin charm is just too intoxicating, and it means that wherever you go, people read superstar all over you. Behind those bright eyes simmers a sensual lover who knows just what a woman wants. You're smooth, and we mean real smooth, but you don't let it go to your head (well not too often). And anyway, that irrepressible charm makes it all OK. Hey, it's not your fault that you've got more charisma than a tamale's got hot. Just enjoy it. Feed your inner Ricky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't sound TOO bad after all......LOL</content>
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    <title>Getting a gun.....</title>
    <published>2001-05-23T07:00:58Z</published>
    <updated>2001-05-23T07:00:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Alice In Chains - God Smack</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Putting it to my head and blowing my brains out.  My &lt;a href="http://www.emode.com/tests/rockstar/auth/nonpt_reg.jsp?url=/tests/rockstar/index.jsp"&gt;Inner Rock Star&lt;/a&gt; is Ricky Martin.  Lord help me.</content>
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    <title>Oh Yeah</title>
    <published>2001-05-23T06:33:52Z</published>
    <updated>2001-05-23T06:33:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jimi Hendrix - Voodoo Child</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:furburglar:2574</id>
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    <title>Silly Question</title>
    <published>2001-05-23T06:33:20Z</published>
    <updated>2001-05-23T06:33:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jimi Hendrix - Voodoo Child</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Why does some moron get paid more than me to leave the store without setting the alarm so that I can get called at 10:30 to go fucking do it?</content>
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    <title>Care for a dance?</title>
    <published>2001-05-23T02:29:42Z</published>
    <updated>2001-05-23T02:29:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>David Bowie - Let's Dance</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm bored....anyone wanna dance?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:furburglar:2069</id>
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    <title>furburglar @ 2001-05-22T21:16:00</title>
    <published>2001-05-23T02:12:49Z</published>
    <updated>2001-05-23T02:12:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bill Withers - Ain't No Sunshine</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Great song.....</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:furburglar:1813</id>
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    <title>Ahhhh....the fun in killing people</title>
    <published>2001-05-23T01:43:35Z</published>
    <updated>2001-05-23T01:43:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>STP - Creep</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Relieves tension.  Nothing like coming home after a hard day and getting to blow peoples brains out.  I feel much better now.  Time for food.</content>
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    <title>Hmmm....random is strange sometimes</title>
    <published>2001-05-22T04:54:36Z</published>
    <updated>2001-05-22T04:54:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>504 Boyz - I Can Tell</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This just came on.......big change....wierd.</content>
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    <title>By the way</title>
    <published>2001-05-22T04:47:36Z</published>
    <updated>2001-05-22T04:47:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Don Henley - Boys of Summer</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Check out my friends LJ...here is &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/teriander/"&gt;Reggie&lt;/a&gt;, and here is &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/ikilled007/"&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt; .....he is particularly interesting.....hehe</content>
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    <title>Enough of that</title>
    <published>2001-05-22T04:42:06Z</published>
    <updated>2001-05-22T04:42:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Eric Clapton - Cocaine</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Damn fingers don't wanna work tonight.  Oh well.  Listening to Clapton in anticipation of seeing him June 2.  Should be awesome, 12th row floor seats....doesn't get much better.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:furburglar:823</id>
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    <title>furburglar @ 2001-05-21T23:15:00</title>
    <published>2001-05-22T04:11:45Z</published>
    <updated>2001-05-22T04:11:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hmmm.....I'll play some guitar.  That is always good for the nerves.</content>
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    <title>furburglar @ 2001-05-21T22:57:00</title>
    <published>2001-05-22T03:53:37Z</published>
    <updated>2001-05-22T03:53:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Just got off the phone with Katrina.  She is the "other" I guess you could say.  I wouldn't classify her as significant since I never really see her.  We went to high school together in Florida then ran into each other here in Indiana 8 years later.  She pursued me, told me she always had a huge crush on me...blah blah.  I wasn't really interested at first, but then as we spent some time together I found myself enjoying her company more and more.  I even looked past the fact that I am single with no children and she is divorced with 2 children.  Not that that is a terrible thing, just that I've never really wanted a "ready made" family.  I kinda want to have my own.  Anyway, now we have gone two weeks without seeing each other because she is "too busy".  She does have a busy life, but she managed to find a lot of time when things were fresh and new.  I had pretty much given up on things until today she says "I love you" on the phone.  Not the first time, but the first time in at least two weeks....that is when I had the first conversation with her about not being happy with our "relationship".  So I say to her "That's a change", and she tells me that she has been missing me lately.  I kinda think cool, maybe things will turn back for the better and we will start spending some time together again.  When we first started "dating" Saturday night was pretty much "our" night.  I get off work early, and neither of us has to work on Sunday so it gives us one good evening together.  I figure she misses me so we will probably spend Saturday together. Wrong.  When I talk to her tonight, she tells me how she and this girl from work, who she doesn't even really like, are gonna go to a concert this weekend now.  So much for the missing me thing.  And when i confront her about the whole situation, she says "I guess I kinda had you up on this pedestal, but you are different than what I knew of you in high school".  Well no shit, I was 18, pretty much ruled the school I went to, and had just about any girl I wanted.  Back then I was a cocky, self centered kid with the world at his feet.  Hmmm...i haven't really changed that much...LOL  I guess now I tend to show my sensitive side a little more.  Maybe she is looking for the cocky, asshole me.  Who knows.  Girls are to fickle.  They all say they want the nice sensitive guy but always go after the assholes.  Then they go cry on the nice guy's shoulder and say they just wish they could find a guy like you.  HA.  Girls.</content>
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