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			<title><![CDATA[I don't misss high school]]></title>
			<link>http://pnwriders.com/blogs/dvus/376-i-dont-misss-high-school.html</link>
			<pubDate>Sat, 04 Oct 2008 05:41:00 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[I'm at a party on my phone writing this. The party is a going away party. I think the median age is 20. I seriously don't miss the immaturity. I want out. The shit I do for a friend. 
 
3 girls all had something to offer 
The tall darker girl loved her rolling rock! 
Me too I says 
The little girl 4 11 98lbs damn! 20 she says 
Sure 
The german lol she was something refreshing]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>I'm at a party on my phone writing this. The party is a going away party. I think the median age is 20. I seriously don't miss the immaturity. I want out. The shit I do for a friend.<br />
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3 girls all had something to offer<br />
The tall darker girl loved her rolling rock!<br />
Me too I says<br />
The little girl 4 11 98lbs damn! 20 she says<br />
Sure<br />
The german lol she was something refreshing</div>

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			<title>11:45 9/0508</title>
			<link>http://pnwriders.com/blogs/dvus/351-11-45-9-0508.html</link>
			<pubDate>Sat, 06 Sep 2008 06:48:51 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>watching fear and loathing in las vegas getting my knob polished.</description>
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			<title>what women say</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 06:11:56 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[So i have a friend that tells me how it is from the women point of view.  I like having friends like this.  She tells me that women, if they like their men, typically like to get pregnant to keep their men.  When i had another conversation with a friend of mine.  she talks about having a baby and all that.  Next thing I know she talks about being on a period and then she says she is going to be on the pill.  Hmmm really?  I think the friend gave me a great insight:secret:  I don't think I will...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>So i have a friend that tells me how it is from the women point of view.  I like having friends like this.  She tells me that women, if they like their men, typically like to get pregnant to keep their men.  When i had another conversation with a friend of mine.  she talks about having a baby and all that.  Next thing I know she talks about being on a period and then she says she is going to be on the pill.  Hmmm really?  I think the friend gave me a great insight:secret:  I don't think I will ever believe anyone that says they are on the pill.</div>

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			<title>Strange Events through Stranger Days</title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 05 Aug 2008 16:36:53 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Some of the most interesting things happened the past 12 months.  I really am amazed at the weird events.  I am truly one of those guys that used to say that shit never happened to me!  Now, I can say dude strange things happen!  Just go with it!  I'm giddy as a school kid seeing boobies for the first time!  It's like that first lesson in love.  It's like getting high for the first time.  It's like getting drunk without puking.  If you see me on the road just ask me about what's been going on. ...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Some of the most interesting things happened the past 12 months.  I really am amazed at the weird events.  I am truly one of those guys that used to say that shit never happened to me!  Now, I can say dude strange things happen!  Just go with it!  I'm giddy as a school kid seeing boobies for the first time!  It's like that first lesson in love.  It's like getting high for the first time.  It's like getting drunk without puking.  If you see me on the road just ask me about what's been going on.  I'll fill you in...if I know you and you know me.  This is getting to be very interesting.  I can't wait to see what happens next.8)</div>

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			<title>Gixxer is gonna be back up!</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 26 Jul 2008 14:05:44 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[It's been a very long time.  I don't have my Aprilia any more.  Someone else has it.  Hope it treats them well!  I really have not been out riding this year nor last year.  I have to my fall at the track on turn two.  Typical accident handful of brakes and target fixation.  Should've known better.  The gixxer was jacked up I was ok.  After that accident, I didn't do anything for a very long time.  Just chilled and worked.  Went through changes at home.  Now I can focus on myself by riding...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>It's been a very long time.  I don't have my Aprilia any more.  Someone else has it.  Hope it treats them well!  I really have not been out riding this year nor last year.  I have to my fall at the track on turn two.  Typical accident handful of brakes and target fixation.  Should've known better.  The gixxer was jacked up I was ok.  After that accident, I didn't do anything for a very long time.  Just chilled and worked.  Went through changes at home.  Now I can focus on myself by riding again!  <br />
<br />
I took the Gixxer for a test ride earlier this week and noticed that it pulled to the right, there was brake drag, the oil cooler was touching the header, the header was also touching the oil pan, and it felt weird sitting on the bike.  I took it to Dick Wasco Thursday.  He looked at it and noticed that it could be minor work needed to get it back to full comfort level.  He called me yesterday and informed me what he found and when it will be done.  He said that both forks were a bit tweaked, the rotors were warped, of course the radiator was bent and the subframe was bent.  A few things to straighten out and by middle of next week it will be ready!  YUP!!!!!:mfclap:  I'm going riding Friday August 1!  I can't wait to get back on the road and take a long trip!  It's been  a very long time.</div>

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			<title>KTM 450 SMR Licensing?</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 18:29:11 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Alright so I picked up a used KTM 450 SMR titled in good old Big Bear California!  Yeah!  The intentions are simple street it and rail the fuck out of my commute and travels around town and to the mountains.  Easy right?  I take the title down along with my registration for my pick up truck.  I might as well take caand re of two things before I have to be at work.  I make my way to the DOL in Fife a Licensing agency.  I like those guys cause it's close to work and not as busy as other places...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Alright so I picked up a used KTM 450 SMR titled in good old Big Bear California!  Yeah!  The intentions are simple street it and rail the fuck out of my commute and travels around town and to the mountains.  Easy right?  I take the title down along with my registration for my pick up truck.  I might as well take caand re of two things before I have to be at work.  I make my way to the DOL in Fife a Licensing agency.  I like those guys cause it's close to work and not as busy as other places like the Pierce County Auditor's office!  <br />
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I wait my turn and speak to a cool guy with a ball cap on.  He asks me, &quot;how many miles does your bike have?&quot;  I look at him and say it's, &quot;it doesn't have miles it's a KTM dude :roll:!&quot; <br />
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&quot;Oh!&quot; He says.  &quot;OK.&quot;<br />
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I ask him, &quot;Can I get a license plate for this bike?&quot;<br />
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He checks with his co-workder, because he is rather new and didn't know.  His co-worker an older lady that seemed to know everything.  She said &quot;no!  It has to be titled as an 'Off Highway' bike.&quot;  Fuck!  :banghead: I had to correct the fucker!:banghead:<br />
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&quot;What do I need to do to license it?&quot;<br />
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&quot;Take it to the WSP and have it inspected then bring it back and get your title.  It'll cost you $65 for the inspection.&quot;  <br />
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They give me the number to the WSP for any questions. &quot;OK.  I'll do that!&quot; <br />
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I call the WSP and learned they have a website.  I leave an email simple and to the point.  The give a response that is very disheartening!:cry:<br />
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Here's the email:<br />
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<i>To: Dvus <br />
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From:  Equipment<br />
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July 12, 2008<br />
<br />
This is in response to your e-mail.<br />
<br />
First, please know that any vehicle including motorcycles originally manufactured for off-road use only will not be licensed for public road use in Washington State.<br />
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In order for a vehicle to be street legal, the vehicle must meet the federal requirements for road use and be certified by the manufacturer to meet those standards.  Therefore, if you modify an off-road vehicle for road use, the manufacturer would need to issue a new Statement of Origin (or something similar) stating the modifications you made meet Federal Motor Vehicle Safety Standards (FMVSS) for operation on public roadways.  <br />
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If you are interested in looking up these requirements in their entirety, they may be found at <a href="http://www.leg.wa.gov" target="_blank">www.leg.wa.gov</a> and selecting laws and agency rules and then clicking on RCWs and WACs - once there you will look under Title 46.37 RCW and Title 204 WAC to find most of the vehicle requirements (below is a listing of some requirements that may help you navigate these laws). The Federal Motor Vehicle Safety standards may be accessed at the following URL:  <a href="http://www.fmcsa.dot.gov/rules-regulations/administration/fmcsr/fmcsrguidedetails.asp?rule_toc=777&amp;section_toc=777" target="_blank">http://www.fmcsa.dot.gov/rules-regul...ection_toc=777</a> <br />
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Attached for your convenience is a copy of most of the state and federal requirements. If we can be of further assistance, please let us know.<br />
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Inspection information may be found on our Web site <a href="http://www.wsp.wa.gov/traveler/vinspect.htm" target="_blank">http://www.wsp.wa.gov/traveler/vinspect.htm</a>. <br />
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Thank you for your inquiry.<br />
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Sincerely,<br />
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Equipment<br />
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--------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br />
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From: [myemail@email.com] <br />
Sent: Monday, July 12, 2008 <br />
To: Equipment<br />
Subject: Fwd: Street licensing a 2005 KTM 450 SMR<br />
<br />
Hello,<br />
<br />
I was informed by the DOL to contact you to detemine what all is required to license a supemoto bike in Wa?<br />
<br />
Thanks,<br />
<br />
Dvus</i><br />
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:rantFuck!  Why did I have to correct that newbie at the DOL?  Alright, what can I do?  I think and review my options.  I can try again and see what's up.  I speak to a friend and suggested to try when it's busier.  Alright around noon time would work.  I go to the Sumner branch and almost get it until the lady asks an experienced person!  Fuck!!! I'm screwed!  I cannot get a license.  Same scenario they give me a number to the WSP.  Alright alright!  I won't exchange the title yet. Re-evaluate my options.  Track only and dirt!  8)<br />
I look at the website and notice the blurb &quot;no off highway bike will be titled for street&quot;<br />
I inspected my title a bit closer and noticed that my title was 'Off Highway' and 'N/C Motorcycle' on the California Title.  Aparently that means not a motorcycle meaning cannot be titled as a motorcycle.<br />
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I drag my feet not thinking about this.  A buddy says try this other DOL where he goes. I'm passing it off and not really hearing him.  I see an ad on craigslist advertising that he can street any dirtbike for $500 +.  Hmm maybe as a last resort i'll do that.  I talk to my buddy again and he's like try it at his local DOL.  sure I'll do that today.  I was going to take my bike in to have it straighten at Dick Wasco's, so I'll be in the area.  I'll try one more time.  <br />
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I go there and was in front of the lady that he said I should ask.  She was going to help me, but another person said she can help.  Fuck I think to myself.  I'm going to get screwed again!  I approach the lady and talk with her.  She said it's an 'Off Hiway' bike.  It can't get licensed.  I say, &quot;it's a dual sport.  The guy that owned it didn't want it street titled.  I do! With the fuel prices where they're at, I need a better vehicle.&quot;  She asks, &quot;is there a plate on it?&quot;  NO.  Well she asks another employee and the talk amung themselves.  I hear, &quot;if he gets pulled over it's his ticket.&quot;  Yeah it's sounding promising.  &quot;You have to fill out an affidavit stating that it is street legal.  The bike has all the requirements for street.  It has mirrors, lights, and turn signals.&quot;  Ok! She gives me a pink 'I certify:...' form.  I fill it out and sign!  Sweet!  I pay my fee and viola!!!!  I contain my joy and sign the registration!  Grab my plate, put my helmet on, and get on my Gixxer!  I'm happy!  I have my plate and now I prep the bike so I don't get pulled over!  :mrgreen::shock:</div>

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			<title>?</title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 08:01:32 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[It comes to me again 
Like a memory of a verse 
from the works of bukowski 
Thumbing to find the page 
that fits this moment 
 
Flipping quickly  
Skimming the pages 
yes. that's it! 
it rushes again]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>It comes to me again<br />
Like a memory of a verse<br />
from the works of bukowski<br />
Thumbing to find the page<br />
that fits this moment<br />
<br />
Flipping quickly <br />
Skimming the pages<br />
yes. that's it!<br />
it rushes again <br />
like <br />
A good hit used on an endless day<br />
like<br />
A good buzz at the end of a useless day<br />
<br />
That note flashes<br />
across the 101 <br />
yeah<br />
the noise strikes within.<br />
oh the fucking<br />
recourse!<br />
it rumbles <br />
Damn!<br />
<br />
To cleanse the night <br />
in a session alone <br />
on the morning floor.<br />
I wish this day would pass<br />
Nursing this awefulness!<br />
These Aching bones!<br />
Sickness!</div>

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			<title><![CDATA[It just don't make sense!]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 26 May 2008 20:25:25 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Alright, so I'm a single parent in my 30's.  I've been seeing someone in their twenties for a while.  When we first hooked up, I specifically made it clear that my kids will always come first.  She, being a mother of her own, understood the only term I had.  She doesn't have custody at this time.  I just don't understand how someone could be pissed and say that I cannot be there for her when she needs me.  What the fuck!  If I have my sons, how and why the hell would I leave them to comfort her...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Alright, so I'm a single parent in my 30's.  I've been seeing someone in their twenties for a while.  When we first hooked up, I specifically made it clear that my kids will always come first.  She, being a mother of her own, understood the only term I had.  She doesn't have custody at this time.  I just don't understand how someone could be pissed and say that I cannot be there for her when she needs me.  What the fuck!  If I have my sons, how and why the hell would I leave them to comfort her when she's feeling depressed? Is it wrong of me?  If you think so then you're ass need a head check!<br />
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 Why will you tell me it's over countless of times and then bitch cause I didn't call or didn't text?  Uh cause you didn't want me to!  You said it was over!  I love it how I tell you about my hobbies and why I love it.  Then you get pissed because I'm riding all day.  You say I may love you even more if you had a bike. Yeah sure.  How about a new personality or a sense of...well...let's see...ahhh...maturity???  Just needed to rant a bit.  It just don't make sense.  I just have to :banghead:.  My sons will always come first.  <br />
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Thanks... feels better</div>

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			<title>Time to get things in order</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2008 08:31:46 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Time to get the bike together 
I just need a few parts and I'm back 
need a new helmet  
a few things for the bike 
no biggie. 
I miss riding. I've lost my sense of peace!]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Time to get the bike together<br />
I just need a few parts and I'm back<br />
need a new helmet <br />
a few things for the bike<br />
no biggie.<br />
I miss riding. I've lost my sense of peace!</div>

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			<title>over</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 05 Jan 2008 21:16:39 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>From the ashes, come a new beginning.  A new rise to the top. When the bottom of the barrel drops out and you plunge deeper to the underground. Get no where past the present. No where near the future. It takes a long fall to strengthen the man to climb it all again.  To avoid the broken ladders.</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>From the ashes, come a new beginning.  A new rise to the top. When the bottom of the barrel drops out and you plunge deeper to the underground. Get no where past the present. No where near the future. It takes a long fall to strengthen the man to climb it all again.  To avoid the broken ladders.</div>

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			<title>Another one 2 days in a row!</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 04 Jan 2008 16:43:00 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Crazy thing my subconscious is telling me something here. I'm fucking things up and making it worse the longer it goes.  Maybe someday I'll tell you all about it, but for now the dream. 
 
So here it is.  I'm in this building it looks like a renovated high school, or a hotel, or a museum. The walls were high and the corridor was long with doors and doors to separate the sections.  I go in and there's a group of people.  Automatically the security is coming for me.  The group starts on their...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Crazy thing my subconscious is telling me something here. I'm fucking things up and making it worse the longer it goes.  Maybe someday I'll tell you all about it, but for now the dream.<br />
<br />
So here it is.  I'm in this building it looks like a renovated high school, or a hotel, or a museum. The walls were high and the corridor was long with doors and doors to separate the sections.  I go in and there's a group of people.  Automatically the security is coming for me.  The group starts on their tour and leaves.  I go running to catch up with them.  This damn security is gunning for me.  I juke hime out and keep running.  Running through the corridor. Opening doors as I go.  This security guard catches me when I meet up with the group.  He says something about him losing $$$$$ crazy but loads of money.  I yeah &quot;Why are you still here?&quot;  The lady tour guide starts rolling with laughter.  She falls back to the floor laughing her ass off!  I don't understand it.  Then we all walk through another door and there is a pool.  It's an outdoor pool with some covering.  A hot very hot woman is swimming in the pool.  The walls of this place was covered with a dull gold bright yellow.  Looks brand spanking new!  Others in the group jump in.  They go in one by one.  Even a fat girl.  She had no swim suit so she takes off her pants and her titties shown.  While she was jumping in .  I look to my left and see that there's a large hill.  A dark menacing cloud was looming over the hill side.  I bring awareness to it with the other two people in the group.  I take a snap shot of it and say, &quot;it looks like a spider....&quot; i foget the rest.  I thing I said it looks like a spider coming this way.  I can't remember for certain. <br />
The scene breaks away to a couple of the guards.  They are sitting at their station counting what appears to be handwritten monopoly property cards on 8.5 x 11 paper. You know Oriental Ave, Baltic Ave, Park Place and Boardwalk pieces.  They had stacks of them and I hand them my baby blue paper and the guy behind me gives them the Baltic ave paper.  I get a cut out of both pieces.  The end.<br />
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crazy shit.</div>

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			<title>Weird dream</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 04 Jan 2008 05:59:08 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[I had a weird dream today.  One of those wants and needs.  I guess I've always had fears about losing my shoes.  Ever since I was a kid, I had nightmares being barefooted.  I'd have recurring dreams all throughout childhood.  I hated it.  Anyways, my dream was about the latest and greates Jordans.  It was suppose to be the shit! $220 for them.  I was waiting in line to get them.  The doors were closed and there was a mob behind me.  People everywhere waiting for their shoes.  As I waited for...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>I had a weird dream today.  One of those wants and needs.  I guess I've always had fears about losing my shoes.  Ever since I was a kid, I had nightmares being barefooted.  I'd have recurring dreams all throughout childhood.  I hated it.  Anyways, my dream was about the latest and greates Jordans.  It was suppose to be the shit! $220 for them.  I was waiting in line to get them.  The doors were closed and there was a mob behind me.  People everywhere waiting for their shoes.  As I waited for the doors to be opened to get my hands on the perfect pair.  I was given another pair of shoes to wear.  They were maroon and had a cool style to them.  Then the doors flew open and hands were everywhere on stacks of shoe boxes.  I grabbed one of the boxes.  I got it! I removed the given shoes and wore the new ones.  The Jordans.  I walked out on the street and felt it was wrong.  It wasn't what they were supposed to be.  The shoes were smaller.  The color was not like the given shoes.  I wanted to pair that was given to me.  The free ones.  The ones I didn't want to have. I left to get them back.  I was not pleased with the things I wanted or thought that I needed.  I wanted and missed the ones that was handed to me.  The ones that I didn't care about. Such an odd thing.  When you reflect about the dream and how it hits you so close!</div>

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			<pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2007 00:41:03 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[I got caught up in this whole txting business.  You know what it's like when you're working and you get that buzz in your pocket.  Check your phone and it's someone you always wanted to talk with.  It starts nonchalantly and developes to a longer dialogue over cellular reception.  It happens throughout the day for weeks on end. It occupies your dailly tasks and soon the productivity ends.  You feed off of each response and txt back your witty comments.  It happens on the street when you're...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>I got caught up in this whole txting business.  You know what it's like when you're working and you get that buzz in your pocket.  Check your phone and it's someone you always wanted to talk with.  It starts nonchalantly and developes to a longer dialogue over cellular reception.  It happens throughout the day for weeks on end. It occupies your dailly tasks and soon the productivity ends.  You feed off of each response and txt back your witty comments.  It happens on the street when you're driving through intersections and freeway off ramps and wherever it catches you.  The signal comes through.  That person on the other end is always there at all hours of the night! Soon to be early morning and later evenings.  It never stops.  Our current times with modern romance.</div>

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