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      <title>Update</title>
       <link>http://dearhearts.org/2009/jul/070809.html</link>  
<description>Hi guys. Some changes: while you can still get the site by using the dearhearts.org address, there IS a new feed is at http://dearhearts.tumblr.com/rss. Eventually, there will be posts there and everything.</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 17:31:00 PDT</pubDate>
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      <title>No. No you would not.</title>
       <link>http://dearhearts.org/2009/jul/070209.html</link>  
<description>Would you spend half the summer updating your website if you'd found such a delightful little spot, like the one pictured below?...</description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 15:57:00 PDT</pubDate>
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      <title>Since I've been gone</title>
       <link>http://dearhearts.org/2009/jun/060609.html</link>  
<description>Saw Pistolero play at the Gypsy Lounge. Predictably, they were amazing. This is a huge relief to me as I primarily go to the shows to support my coworker (he's in the band) and thankfully, they always put on a good one. Two birds and all...</description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 06 Jun 2009 09:10:00 PDT</pubDate>
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      <title>Also? Awesome.</title>
       <link>http://dearhearts.org/2009/may/052409.html</link>  
<description>Remember all that 'look at me I'm so healthy working out all the time' stuff I spouted awhile back? Well. To the amazement of everyone (or just me, really) I'M STILL DOING IT. Like, a lot, even. Cause apparently deep down I'm this really tough (ha) toned (hahahahaha) machine that runs off rage and adrenaline and hot gym eye candy. And beer...</description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 24 May 2009 14:34:00 PDT</pubDate>
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      <title>Just take my phone away. I don't deserve it.</title>
       <link>http://dearhearts.org/2009/may/052209.html</link>  
<description>Perhaps I should have asked the question (and oh, I don't know, waited for an answer?) before making a joke?...</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 22 May 2009 11:00:00 PDT</pubDate>
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      <title>Reduhhhhhhhndant</title>
       <link>http://dearhearts.org/2009/may/052109.html</link>  

<description>I feel ridiculously accomplished for having cleared out all (five) of my email inboxes yesterday, and for also finally logging into facebook after weeks and weeks and week of not doing it because I had forgotten the password (and because I don't really care for that site, much).Turns out it still blows...</description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 21 May 2009 15:23:00 PDT</pubDate>
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      <title>David and Goliath</title>
       <link>http://dearhearts.org/2009/may/051409.html</link>  
<description>Sweet little things that happened within the past few hours: Woke up early (and on my own; so much better than the BUZZ BUZZ I'M IN YOUR BRAIN KILLING YOUR CELLS BUZZ BUZZ of the alarm). I love not having to rush in the mornings, but as a night person it's a rare occasion that I don't sleep in until the last possible second and have to hurry out the door...</description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 15:57:00 PDT</pubDate>
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      <title>Don't even get me started on The Yearling or Where the Red Fern Grows</title>
       <link>http://dearhearts.org/2009/may/051209.html</link>  
<description>Since I'm a bit of an asshole with majorly fucked up priorities (surprise!), I often tend to empathize more with animals than humans. Shut up. You know you do it, too. (Like when a horse gets shot in a movie. Why'd they have do that?! Poor little horsie! Why not shoot the lead actor? It's not like anyone cares about him, right? Or when news coverage of natural disasters starts talking about abandoned pets OMG start the motherfucking waterworks, amIright? What? I'm starting to lose you? I started awhile ago? Hmph. Anyways...)...</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 11:56:00 PDT</pubDate>
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      <title>Because nothing says 'I love you, Mom' like flipping her off</title>
       <link>http://dearhearts.org/2009/may/051009.html</link>  
<description>Through an odd coincidence (we were enrolled in different programs at different universities) both my mother and I earned degrees last year. Not ones to let an occasion go uncelebrated, we (ok totally and completely 100% she) planned a trip to Paris and Rome. Yes, we DO know how to fucking party...</description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2009 13:21:00 PDT</pubDate>
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      <title>Things I did this weekend, like 'not think of titles for posts'</title>

       <link>http://dearhearts.org/2009/may/050409.html</link>  
<description>Was totally horribly feverishly sick. Decided to hasten my impending death by going to Home Depot, a totally hellish hothouse on even a normal day. Add in the weekend crowds. And crazy heat/humidity. And hi, lines. Still alive after that ordeal, though barely, I decided to then climb on high ladders and inhale paint fumes...</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2009 19:09:00 PDT</pubDate>
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      <title>And one in Latin. I think.</title>
       <link>http://dearhearts.org/2009/apr/042909.html</link>  

<description>"Je pense le matin..." That. THAT. I fount that yesterday while scrolling through my notes folder on my phone. Scrolling through my notes folder on my phone, for what I believed to be the first time. The evidence, however, said otherwise. I have no record of thinking that, writing that, or saving that. Normally I would just brush this off as one of those things I do (dance, sing, make out, fight) when drunk, but this tests even those admittedly lax limits. I mean, slipping into another language? The fuck?...</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 29 Apr 2009 19:42:00 PDT</pubDate>
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      <title>That didn't take long: No duh edition</title>
       <link>http://dearhearts.org/2009/apr/042609.html</link>  
<description>Pretty much every single day around 7pm you can find me reading in the tub. (The same goes for 2am.) Last night was no exception. I had just arrived home from work and was winding down with a good book, when I got a text (yes, I bring my phone with me in the bath; I have problems) asking if I wanted to grab something to eat. I figured I could fit a quick dinner with a friend into my busy schedule of reading, bathing, and nap nap napping, so it was off to sushi. As we were leaving...</description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 26 Apr 2009 15:35:00 PDT</pubDate>
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      <title>In which I try to distract you from shitty writing with shitty pictures and it totally works</title>
       <link>http://dearhearts.org/2009/apr/042509.html</link>  
<description>Back from my vacation of sorts, which was lest restful than I planned. I didn't really accomplish much that I had initially set out to do. Mostly this is because I was up late at night, having mini heart attacks, and writing. Not writing here, obviously. Not even writing on the internet. Like, writing real stuff. (I'm as surprised about this as you are.) I was working on a project of sorts...</description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 25 Apr 2009 16:44:00 PDT</pubDate>
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      <title>Yes. She did.</title>
       <link>http://dearhearts.org/2009/apr/041309.html</link>  
<description>Hope you all had a Happy Easter, zombie savior day, or just a lovely Sunday. I somehow ended up with THREE Easter baskets (yeah, I am an adult, why do you ask?) which meant OMGSUGARILOVEYOUSOMUCHGETINMYMOUTH. I'm not kidding. This was breakfast...</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2009 14:35:00 PDT</pubDate>
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      <title>Play ball!</title>

       <link>http://dearhearts.org/2009/apr/040709.html</link>  
<description>Yes, I am a bit late with this, but I've been busy. Enjoy!...
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<pubDate>Tue, 07 Apr 2009 17:47:00 PDT</pubDate>
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