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		<title>America&#8217;s &#8220;Future&#8221;&#8230;.STD Repositories</title>
		<description><![CDATA[So there I am, driving along in my boyfriend’s car (which he is so kind as to lend me whenever I choose to drive rather than take the train to work), smiling at all of the Little Faces out for their morning walks, singing along to Lady Gaga (Teeth), you know, generally minding my own [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.nicnarrates.com/2010/03/10/americas-future-std-repositories/</link>
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		<title>Tablemates</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Sunday brunch found my boyfriend I being seated in one of those rows of tables that are approximately an inch apart from one another. Before we even sat down, he was giving me “the eyes,” as in “I-hate-everything-right-now-what-the-hell-there-are-four-empty-tables-over-there.” I myself was inwardly groaning at the piercing octaves emanating from the table beside us. Normally, one [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.nicnarrates.com/2010/03/08/tablemates/</link>
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		<title>Punta Cana, Part 2</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Remember this?
And this?
And this too?
This is where I&#8217;ll be, topless and tanning, INSTEAD of playing baby games at that bullshit &#8220;Couple&#8217;s Shower.&#8220;  Oopsie. I&#8217;m sure that will go over real well. 
Sixteen days and counting!
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		<link>http://www.nicnarrates.com/2010/03/03/punta-cana-part-2/</link>
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		<title>True Story: What I &#8220;Learned&#8221; in Sex Ed</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Perhaps it should first be noted that these random MAGICAL musings are brought to you by some wicked 3 a.m. insomnia. So, whilst lying in bed tweeting and challenging my Google Reader to a duel (you may say 78 unread, but I. Will. Win.), my mind wandered to some, er,  different places. Apparently, a lot [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.nicnarrates.com/2010/03/01/true-story-what-i-learned-in-sex-ed/</link>
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		<title>Damn The Man</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Each morning, I stand at the bus stop. Twenty minutes later, when the bus finally arrives, I board and a sea of black greets me.
Black wool pea coats and puffer down jackets. Black berets and black gloves. Black dress shoes and ballet flats and knee high boots in black tights. Black trouser pants and skirts [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.nicnarrates.com/2010/02/25/damn-the-man/</link>
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		<title>Toolbag Wednesday #26: Compiled Miscellany of Snark</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I hate a lot of things. Besides the obvious things like Speidi, sex offenders, and people who do bad things to children, puppies and/or trees; I hate lots of random things too. So for lack of a more productive use of this Toolbag Wednesday, I&#8217;ve compiled a list for you, which also makes this the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.nicnarrates.com/2010/02/24/toolbag-wednesday-26-compiled-miscellany-of-snark/</link>
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		<title>Color Me Indecent</title>
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I am, at present, besieged with inner turmoil, an ethical and moral dilemma, a conflict of righteousness of my own making.

I am getting my hair cut and colored once again this Saturday. Having decided that the shade of brunette I chose last November is &#8220;way harsh&#8221; for my pasty-ass skin tone, I have been looking [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.nicnarrates.com/2010/02/18/color-me-indecent/</link>
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