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	<title>Not a Girl, Not Yet a Wino &#187; stuff that&#8217;s wrong with me</title>
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		<title>putting the baby in a corner</title>
		<link>http://www.notyetawino.com/2009/01/putting-the-baby-in-her-corner/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Jan 2009 14:09:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>kris</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Christmas was spent in West Virginia, a state that&#8217;s actually quite lovely, a state with fewer gun shops and cars in front yards than I remember. We stayed at a spa, a destination equal parts Dirty Dancing and the Shining. Cottages dot the perimeter of the greater campus, which looks like a tiny college, if [...]]]></description>
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		<title>All in favor</title>
		<link>http://www.notyetawino.com/2008/11/all-in-favor/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Nov 2008 23:20:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>kris</dc:creator>
		
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		<category><![CDATA[dc voting]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[election 2008]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I voted yesterday. I was a panic attack waiting to happen on the way there, what with the Twitter tales of three-hour-long waits and broken pencils and other horrors. I will say that I drove around 4th St NW looking for parking for at least 25 minutes, around and around and then around once again, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Hush, hush</title>
		<link>http://www.notyetawino.com/2008/10/hush-hush/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Oct 2008 19:05:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>kris</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[There&#8217;s a container of brownies in the work kitchen and they&#8217;re calling my name. It&#8217;s not the normal kind of call that red wine makes, which is more of a low, slow Barry White type of call, with some really lovely and unexpected boyish undertones. It&#8217;s certainly not the same as the Milk Duds in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The real reason I own stock in Glade</title>
		<link>http://www.notyetawino.com/2008/08/the-real-reason-i-own-stock-in-glade/</link>
		<comments>http://www.notyetawino.com/2008/08/the-real-reason-i-own-stock-in-glade/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 15:56:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>kris</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[The laptop is broken. Busted. Ruined. Kaput. It is a lie to say I didn’t have a hand in this, as I did, and probably more than one. You see I like a clean work space but also prefer to work on the bed, where I can prop myself up on plush pillows, just as [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Very Special Episode: Sweets Surrender, The Ocho</title>
		<link>http://www.notyetawino.com/2008/08/a-very-special-episode-sweets-surrender-the-ocho/</link>
		<comments>http://www.notyetawino.com/2008/08/a-very-special-episode-sweets-surrender-the-ocho/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2008 22:57:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>kris</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[I am a complete sucker for punishment. I also cannot control myself when it comes to checking up on things. Like anything in the oven. Like old boyfriends via Google. I guess that last one is more like stalking, but you get the idea.
And so it was last night that after two glasses of wine [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Latest Bloomer</title>
		<link>http://www.notyetawino.com/2008/07/the-latest-bloomer/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Jul 2008 00:22:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>kris</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[In 1985, I called my best friend Maureen in a desperate flurry of rotary numbers. I wanted to be the first to tell her. Had she heard it? At first, silence. “Heard what?” she asked. Heard Madonna’s awesome new song? I said with considerable pubescent sass. “No,” she said. “How does it go?” I hummed [...]]]></description>
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		<title>More than a feeling</title>
		<link>http://www.notyetawino.com/2008/07/more-than-a-feeling/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2008 12:58:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>kris</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[I’m in Boston. Safe and not at all sound. I haven’t seen much of the city, but am decidedly amused by the local fascination with a firefighter on disability who got caught flexing his beef in a bodybuilding competition. I’ve seen the footage – I’m pretty sure it’s on a 24-hour loop – and let [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Because a blogger&#8217;s got to have her fantasies</title>
		<link>http://www.notyetawino.com/2008/07/because-a-bloggers-got-to-have-her-fantasies/</link>
		<comments>http://www.notyetawino.com/2008/07/because-a-bloggers-got-to-have-her-fantasies/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 16:30:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>kris</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Statcounter is a little evil and on occasion it plays tricks with my mind. I allow it, of course. It’s probably more appropriate to say I indulge it, much as I do my fantasies about Nutella and those men in the box under my bed. Every so often, when I can see from where someone [...]]]></description>
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