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    <description>Personal blog of a rock n' roll librarian-to-be</description>
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       <title>Beer + Jack and Coke doesn't taste all that bad. No, really.</title>
       <link>http://dearhearts.org/2008/jun/062208.html</link>  
       <description>Dear very nice man with whom I bet I have a lot in common, We shared a brief, and yet completely hilarious and very touching moment at the Detroit Cobras show at Detroit sometime last week or so. I never got your name, and truth be told I don't even remember what you look like. I think you had brown hair?...</description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 22 Jun 2008 15:11:00 PDT</pubDate>
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       <title>Coco Wang is quite possibly the best name ever</title>
       <link>http://dearhearts.org/2008/jun/061908.html</link>  
       <description>Cute! And funny!...</description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 19 Jun 2008 13:30:00 PDT</pubDate>
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       <title>I've always thought Thoreau was kind of a fox, too</title>
       <link>http://dearhearts.org/2008/jun/060708.html</link>  
       <description>It's nice to know that when you're going through a rough time, the people who love you will be there for you. Except when they aren't. Instead, they go out of their way to be hurtful. That very tough, very private thing you're going through? Just another thing for them to use against you. Lovely...</description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 07 Jun 2008 09:39:00 PDT</pubDate>
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       <title>You know what else makes me feel better?</title>
       <link>http://dearhearts.org/2008/jun/060508.html</link>  
       <description>Besides pandas and kittys? PUPPIES! (Really, there is no excuse for not having seen this one coming.)...</description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 05 Jun 2008 12:38:00 PDT</pubDate>
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       <title>She's alive! Maybe. Yes, definitely! (Kind of.)</title>
       <link>http://dearhearts.org/2008/jun/060408.html</link>  
       <description>Hi there! Why yes, it has been awhile. But, you see, I've just been so busy, what with all of the drinking (which, come to think of it, there hasn't been a whole lot of. Pick your jaw up!) the reading, the sleeping, and the crying. Oh, that last one? Nothing to worry about. There's not a whole lot of it going on, except when there's so much that I can't breathe...</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 04 Jun 2008 19:23:00 PDT</pubDate>
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       <title>This post brought to you by coffee! Lots of coffee! Yummy coffee!</title>
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       <description>Hi! I'm still alive! Though not for lack of trying! No, I kid, I've actually been doing a swell job of attempting to understand the word 'moderation' lately. I thought for sure that graduation celebrations would put me over the edge, but nope, I haven't really gotten too out of control (yet) or had any brushes with death (so far). Don't believe me? Eh, I don't blame you. But I've got proof! This pretty much sums up what I've been up to lately...</description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 24 May 2008 09:31:00 PDT</pubDate>
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       <title>Don't pretend that you don't want a piece of this action</title>
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       <description>Stupid things I said last night, completely sober edition: "I thought I was going to throw up, but I didn't, so you can still kiss me!" Because who wouldn't want to throw down and initiate a make out attack after a line like that? Charming? Yes, yes I am.</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 15:01:00 PDT</pubDate>
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       <title>I have seen a vision of the summer, and it looks like this</title>
       <link>http://dearhearts.org/2008/may/050708.html</link>  
       <description>What, you guys thought I'd actually update sometime this month? Um, dudes, since school is for all intents and purposes (meaning, mine) finis, that means that summer is officially in full force. And "updating my internet diary" is not on the top of my list of things to do for the next few glorious months. These, however, are...</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2008 16:42:00 PDT</pubDate>
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       <title>'Mr. Fluffypants' has a nice ring to it</title>
       <link>http://dearhearts.org/2008/apr/043008.html</link>  
       <description>He always turned around when I called 'Ling Ling.' This morning he didn't. I rushed to him and touched his head, and he was already cold. That broke my heart," Sugimoto said. "He was such a darling." Thank you, Mr. Sugimoto for TRYING TO MAKE ME CRY. He's a chief panda-keeper...</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 30 Apr 2008 15:54:00 PDT</pubDate>
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       <title>Replace the milk with whiskey and you have my night, right there</title>
       <link>http://dearhearts.org/2008/apr/042808.html</link>  
       <description>Sorry I haven't been around, dudes. Turns out that cramming a semester's worth of work into a week kind of sucks the life out of you! And the amount of celebration needed to erase the memory of those painful, painful homework-filled days? Well, that sucks the ability to form coherent sentences out of you. Anyways, allow me  to make it up to you, dear readers...</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 19:20:00 PDT</pubDate>
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       <title>And now I'm done</title>
       <link>http://dearhearts.org/2008/apr/042108.html</link>  
       <description>With school, that is. I'm also done with: staying in to do homework, being too tired to go out, visiting 5,095,473 libraries in one month, imagining what a joyous sound would result from throwing my laptop off a high-rise, and getting up at 9am on a Saturday for class (ok, I only did this last one a few times, but STILL). Yup. DONE WITH ALL THAT BUSINESS...</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 21 Apr 2008 13:22:00 PDT</pubDate>
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       <title>Right before I died of an overdose of adorableness</title>
       <link>http://dearhearts.org/2008/apr/041708.html</link>  
       <description>I guess I may have mentioned my panda love on here, maybe once or twice before? Because seriously ALL OF YOU sent this in. And that is why I love you. I have work off tomorrow, which means that my weekend will probably look something like this...</description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2008 14:44:00 PDT</pubDate>
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       <title>The most interesting man</title>
       <link>http://dearhearts.org/2008/apr/041608.html</link>  
       <description>Congratulations, baby! I could get all sweet on here, but I would much rather do it in front of the man himself over a celebratory glass of whiskey. (So for everyone else reading this: YOU ARE SO, SO WELCOME...</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 19:30:00 PDT</pubDate>
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       <title>And now parents everywhere hate me, or, a job well done</title>
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       <description>Today in storytime we made these, but with real feathers because my crafts are fancy and awesome like that. I also taught all 60+ preschoolers how to cup their hand over their mouth and make ferocious battle cry sounds. I actually saw one mom swoop in, slow motion style, and attempt to distract her son...</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2008 12:20:00 PDT</pubDate>
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       <title>67.134.147</title>
       <link>http://dearhearts.org/2008/apr/041508.html</link>  
       <description>This is not for all of you, so please don't get all paranoid. That's right. Put the tin foil down. But one of you? One of you reading this is a creep. I'd like to think that come here because you actually enjoy the site (hey, it could happen!) or because maybe you're faced with a long and tedious work day where any diversion is a good one (yeah...this is probably more likely)...</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2008 11:35:00 PDT</pubDate>
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