<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794</id><updated>2012-01-08T16:37:54.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kittenesque</title><subtitle type='html'>Alcohol may have been a factor. </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-111529687346479455</id><published>2005-05-05T07:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T07:41:13.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody say roadtrip?</title><summary type='text'>Attention all interested parties: Bridget the Midget will be "performing" at the Sirens next to my office (yeah, what's up classy office park with the strip club in the parking lot...) June 2-4. This also coincides with the Memorial Tournament. Anyone else just picture Vijay Singh and Bridget bumping uglies? Just me then?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/111529687346479455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=111529687346479455' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/111529687346479455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/111529687346479455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2005/05/somebody-say-roadtrip.html' title='Somebody say roadtrip?'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-111521445855442382</id><published>2005-05-04T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T08:48:16.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Donny Farko</title><summary type='text'>Alex @ Blagg Blogg roasts possibly the only guy in advertising I haven't slept with: The Deutsch Man...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/111521445855442382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=111521445855442382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/111521445855442382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/111521445855442382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2005/05/donny-farko.html' title='Donny Farko'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-111521412416721372</id><published>2005-05-04T08:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T08:42:44.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I'm supposed to go to a wedding this weekend in my hometown. Here is what that means: a. My mother will yell at me for wearing black to a wedding, regardless of the fact that this is a late afternoon wedding.b. I will see approximately 58 people I do not want to see, and will be forced to fake smile my way through the niceties with them OVER and OVER and OVER. Included in those people will be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/111521412416721372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=111521412416721372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/111521412416721372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/111521412416721372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-im-supposed-to-go-to-wedding-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-110977240405055995</id><published>2005-03-02T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T09:06:44.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Important Work Discussion</title><summary type='text'>Today we discussed the difference between synergies, aborigines and pygmies. Next up: Solving the Middle East crisis.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/110977240405055995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=110977240405055995' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/110977240405055995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/110977240405055995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2005/03/important-work-discussion.html' title='Important Work Discussion'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-110201727282960135</id><published>2004-12-02T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T14:54:32.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Things To Do On Your Birthday</title><summary type='text'>*Spontaneously become bulimic at work.*Avoid no less than 10 calls from former boyfriends hoping to get an easy one-nighter with a drunk/birthday-depressed Nicola. *NOT mentioning your own birthday is today when invited by phone to someone else's birthday party next week. *Cry when the absolute last person in the world you would ever think would remember or care about your birthday sends an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/110201727282960135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=110201727282960135' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/110201727282960135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/110201727282960135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/12/fun-things-to-do-on-your-birthday.html' title='Fun Things To Do On Your Birthday'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-109950845575595960</id><published>2004-11-03T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T14:00:55.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Group Hug Confessors Revealed! Issue 1</title><summary type='text'>842773598 i have really nice eyes. i buy all my shirts to make my eyes look better. i love looking at my eyes in the mirror. i'm not gay, if i meet a girl with eyes as nice as mine, i'd marry her - Christian Bale aka Patrick Bateman</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/109950845575595960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=109950845575595960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109950845575595960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109950845575595960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/11/group-hug-confessors-revealed-issue-1.html' title='Group Hug Confessors Revealed! Issue 1'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-109925053899193663</id><published>2004-10-31T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T17:32:07.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own Personal Dave Navarro</title><summary type='text'>Life is kind of boring lately without the mass quantity of pills I'd been relying on of late. My consumption level is minimal right now, but sex has been there to fill the void. (Does that qualify as addict-type behavior, substituting one vice for another? Don't worry, I'm not buying into the hype that Nicola has a "problem".) The best thing I've done lately is get back in touch with Tom, a very </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/109925053899193663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=109925053899193663' title='47 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109925053899193663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109925053899193663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-own-personal-dave-navarro.html' title='My Own Personal Dave Navarro'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>47</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-109862817199279532</id><published>2004-10-24T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T09:31:04.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Gone So Long</title><summary type='text'>Apologies. Life is so crazy lately. First things first - I have a new dog, Seamus. (See below. NOW. REALLY, go look at my adorable dog!) Seamus is not the dog I originally thought I would adopt, but now that you've had a chance to see him, doesn't he just seem *perfect*? Old Business:Pretty much the same as it ever was.New Business:New links are updated, be sure to check them out. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/109862817199279532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=109862817199279532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109862817199279532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109862817199279532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/10/been-gone-so-long.html' title='Been Gone So Long'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-109862740088617066</id><published>2004-10-24T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T09:16:40.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Internet, meet Seamus. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/109862740088617066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=109862740088617066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109862740088617066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109862740088617066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/10/internet-meet-seamus.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-109711163502728771</id><published>2004-10-06T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T20:34:33.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Name Me! (And win a cornucopia of fabulous prizes)This is hopefully my new dog, if the crazy hippies from the animal sanctuary ever call me back. Right now she is named after an anime character, and there is no way I could tell people to call her that with a straight face.  She is so insanely adorable, I know someone has a good name for her... I'm too tired from dealing with the insurance </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/109711163502728771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=109711163502728771' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109711163502728771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109711163502728771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/10/name-me-and-win-cornucopia-of-fabulous.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-109711259949079461</id><published>2004-10-06T20:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T20:29:59.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Happened Since My Last Posting</title><summary type='text'>Bullet Style, because I am lacking creativity as usualI've developed something between bronchitis and strep throat and I can't swallow or cough without my face scrunching up in pain.I had a perfect Sunday - slept in, went dog shopping, shared a nap on the couch, then got down with the long, slow afternoon sultry-music-in-the-background, candles and lingerie type sex, experienced several (!) of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/109711259949079461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=109711259949079461' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109711259949079461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109711259949079461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/10/things-that-happened-since-my-last.html' title='Things That Happened Since My Last Posting'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-109711140068483727</id><published>2004-10-06T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T20:10:00.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Home Ownership - Not All Fun &amp; Equity </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/109711140068483727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=109711140068483727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109711140068483727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109711140068483727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/10/home-ownership-not-all-fun_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-109638403732285853</id><published>2004-09-28T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T10:07:17.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenneth Blackwell is a Rat</title><summary type='text'>Daily Kos has a story today about Ken Blackwell's latest scheme to fuck Ohio voters from the pocket of Karl Rove and Bush/Cheney 04. Blackwell has ordered the county BoE's to throw out any voter registration not received on 80# stock. (He did make an exception in Cuyahoga County for registration forms which were printed in The Plain Dealer, and has no choice but to make an exception for forms </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/109638403732285853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=109638403732285853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109638403732285853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109638403732285853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/09/kenneth-blackwell-is-rat.html' title='Kenneth Blackwell is a Rat'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-109637988655771631</id><published>2004-09-28T07:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T08:58:06.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I Spoke Too Soon</title><summary type='text'>So last night was fun. My sister and I went out for a few drinks, I came home pleasantly buzzed and passed out around 11. Around 11:30 I wake up to the doorbell being rung every few seconds. Immediately I'm annoyed and thinking it's got to be Andrew, having been out drinking too, and now he was breaking the cardinal rule of whatever this thing we have is - ALWAYS CALL FIRST. I despise when people</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/109637988655771631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=109637988655771631' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109637988655771631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109637988655771631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/09/maybe-i-spoke-too-soon.html' title='Maybe I Spoke Too Soon'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-109604850429480858</id><published>2004-09-24T00:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T13:54:23.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 Urrbudy</title><summary type='text'>Today I totally love everyone. I even love babies. I love the limehead cat. I also love UG for his Shaun of the Dead (!!!) interview (!!!!!!!!), I love my carpenter who had vision and really transformed my stairs while regularly complimenting me on my taste in music, I love the ColumbianDrugLord on my street (but he's moving now). I lurv co-workers who take in stray kitties, xbf's who offer free </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/109604850429480858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=109604850429480858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109604850429480858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109604850429480858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-3-urrbudy.html' title='I &lt;3 Urrbudy'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-109589158791008924</id><published>2004-09-22T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T17:19:47.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I teach you anything...</title><summary type='text'>Truly the most informative AND entertaining thing I've read all week, via Rufus.Excerpted:Today though I learnt something really surprising: If you're in a bind, with no access to conventional emergency contraception, various products of the Coca-Cola corporation make reasonably effective post-coital vaginal douches.You'd expect this would be a topic for locker room speculation and teenage </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/109589158791008924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=109589158791008924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109589158791008924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109589158791008924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/09/if-i-teach-you-anything.html' title='If I teach you anything...'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-109577846562814030</id><published>2004-09-21T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T09:54:25.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Long Ago: Maya Angelou</title><summary type='text'>One innocent springyour voice meant to meless than tires turningon a distant street.Your name, perhaps spoken,led no chorus of batonsunrehearsedto crush against myempty chest.That cool spring was shortened byyour summer, bold impatientand all forgottenexcept when silenceturns the keyinto my midnight bedroomand comes to sleep upon yourpillow.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/109577846562814030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=109577846562814030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109577846562814030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109577846562814030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/09/now-long-ago-maya-angelou.html' title='Now Long Ago: Maya Angelou'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-109481931510283538</id><published>2004-09-10T07:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T07:28:35.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you, but I'm not IN LOVE with you.</title><summary type='text'>What is: How to get a girl to stab you in the eye in one easy step?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/109481931510283538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=109481931510283538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109481931510283538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109481931510283538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-love-you-but-im-not-in-love-with-you.html' title='I love you, but I&apos;m not IN LOVE with you.'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-109473411866489422</id><published>2004-09-09T07:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T07:48:38.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>People I Hate for the Day of Thursday, September 9th, 2004</title><summary type='text'>Lenny Kravitz, LTAC (Low Talent Ass Clown)I awoke this morning to the sound of my sweet, darling Jay-Z, opened my eyes expecting to see him rapping his little heart out on the telly, but what is this? Lenny Kravitz, professional egotist, is literally LIPSYNCING Hovi's words as part of the video instead of putting the focus where it should be, on my S-dot. The whole situation is such an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/109473411866489422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=109473411866489422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109473411866489422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109473411866489422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/09/people-i-hate-for-day-of-thursday.html' title='People I Hate for the Day of Thursday, September 9th, 2004'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-109361049367027982</id><published>2004-08-27T07:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T07:41:33.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that happen when I get home from "after work" drinks</title><summary type='text'>Inevitable:Drunk dialing/phone sex if I'm aloneShivering, even if it's 80 degrees and I'm fully clothedPossible:Sleeping in whatever I wore out, including shoes, unless someone takes them off for meComing on to someone I have previously had sex with, even if they are now "family" men and no longer do "that sort of thing"Crying over MJCalling ex-boyfriends in other time zonesIMing with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/109361049367027982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=109361049367027982' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109361049367027982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109361049367027982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/08/things-that-happen-when-i-get-home.html' title='Things that happen when I get home from &quot;after work&quot; drinks'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-109345806214279967</id><published>2004-08-25T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T13:21:02.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>People I Hate for the date of 25 August 2004</title><summary type='text'>You: Driving a Jetta (worst) WITH a ski rack (you are so serious about skiing you actually ordered the ski rack, but the only place to ski in a 400 mile radius is Mad River Molehill) and an OU "alumni" sticker.In the future: Put down the fucking Ekoostik Hookah CD and stop trying to relive the 5 years you spent in Athens listening to Big Head Todd and date raping co-eds before finally just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/109345806214279967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=109345806214279967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109345806214279967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109345806214279967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/08/people-i-hate-for-date-of-25-august.html' title='People I Hate for the date of 25 August 2004'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-109292407495458378</id><published>2004-08-19T08:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T09:02:31.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Really, W?</title><summary type='text'>"The vast majority of our imports come from outside the country." George W. BushI for one feel much better knowing that the Idiot In Chief has such a commanding authority over the intricacies of my industry.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/109292407495458378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=109292407495458378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109292407495458378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109292407495458378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/08/really-w_19.html' title='Really, W?'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-109208156446491685</id><published>2004-08-09T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T14:59:24.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another reason I prefer a lime twist...</title><summary type='text'>In the exciting world of intermodal transportation, we deal with this stuff all the time. I'd love to know what kind of "intelligence" they received to warrant this.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/109208156446491685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=109208156446491685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109208156446491685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109208156446491685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/08/yet-another-reason-i-prefer-lime-twist.html' title='Yet another reason I prefer a lime twist...'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-109175094983103150</id><published>2004-08-05T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T19:11:33.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nicola's Awesomely Bad Photography, The FirstPresenting The Monkey-cat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/109175094983103150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=109175094983103150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109175094983103150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109175094983103150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/08/nicolas-awesomely-bad-photography.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-109171380923192846</id><published>2004-08-05T08:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T08:50:09.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am aware of the garishness, thank you. </title><summary type='text'>I have completely effed up the font CSS and I don't have time to fix it now.Please enjoy these other sites until I can fix this bloody mess:Want to be famous, make a fool of yourself on TV, be adored by the masses? This is a good place to start. Want to write me a love letter in Italian? Russian? Korean? Impress me!Want to have elaborate sex dreams about c-list bloggers? The Plug seems to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/109171380923192846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=109171380923192846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109171380923192846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/109171380923192846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-am-aware-of-garishness-thank-you.html' title='I am aware of the garishness, thank you. '/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-108974869862863246</id><published>2004-07-13T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T15:42:19.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2.7 GPA in life</title><summary type='text'>-Is it really a promotion when you take on a whole other person's responsibilities on top of your own for no more money? I'm going to have to say no on this one. At least I have increased job security. D-3 day trip to Cleveland (F) this weekend for the company golf outing, which means open bar (A) and 2nd chance at making a 1st impression with a certain customer I've pined over for the last 12 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/108974869862863246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=108974869862863246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/108974869862863246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/108974869862863246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/07/27-gpa-in-life.html' title='2.7 GPA in life'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-108908310503976651</id><published>2004-07-05T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T22:17:49.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fireworks, barefeet, drink til you puke, good times</title><summary type='text'>Def one of the best evs 4th of July weekends. Aside from getting alcohol poisoning Sunday night it was nothing but fun. Spent a little more quality time with Nick; he is a keeper, but mostly in the friends with benefits sense. My very first "house guests" came on Saturday - I got to show off the house, my impeccable taste and my sexyass next door neighbor. Sunday I had so much fun I puked, as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/108908310503976651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=108908310503976651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/108908310503976651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/108908310503976651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/07/fireworks-barefeet-drink-til-you-puke.html' title='fireworks, barefeet, drink til you puke, good times'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-108877567341549015</id><published>2004-07-02T08:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T08:41:13.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Haiku</title><summary type='text'>Message in InboxHigh School Reunion CommitteeJust delete unread</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/108877567341549015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=108877567341549015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/108877567341549015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/108877567341549015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/07/friday-haiku.html' title='Friday Haiku'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-108870582604952398</id><published>2004-07-01T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T13:17:06.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remainders from the night before</title><summary type='text'>(1) Belvedere bottle, empty(2) Lips, sore and lightly swollen(Numerous) Bruises and/or hickeys on thigh area(1) Blouse, a favorite, torn(1) Hangover, slight(0) Future plans made(-1) Panties, taken with him as a memento, sworn not to be worn (?!)Also: Did someone send out a secret men's club bulletin detailing how to get a woman into bed by telling her she looks young/younger/so young/no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/108870582604952398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=108870582604952398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/108870582604952398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/108870582604952398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/07/remainders-from-night-before.html' title='Remainders from the night before'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-108854251032789426</id><published>2004-06-29T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T15:55:10.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Was it just me...</title><summary type='text'>or was anyone else annoyed by the massive homophobia rampant in last night's North Coast? (Oh shut up - there was nothing else on and I've already watched last week's episode of Nip/Tuck 3x.) Even the cool dude with dreads was acting icked out by the homo. As if this show doesn't have enough negative buzz surrounding it, what with the horse faced actress who plays my namesake, and the blatant rip</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/108854251032789426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=108854251032789426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/108854251032789426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/108854251032789426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/06/was-it-just-me.html' title='Was it just me...'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-108854107462379108</id><published>2004-06-29T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T15:31:14.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovebuzz</title><summary type='text'>Dear members of Lovebuzz (especially the singer wearing the Gilligan-style hat) - I must request that you immediately cease and desist the following:a. Use of the name Lovebuzz. This is a blatant rip off of Nirvana's greatest song ever, and you defile the name by attaching it to your talentless band.b. Covering any song, ever. Perhaps I will allow you to still cover Creed songs, only because</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/108854107462379108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=108854107462379108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/108854107462379108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/108854107462379108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/06/lovebuzz.html' title='Lovebuzz'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-108809357182237184</id><published>2004-06-24T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T11:15:05.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Chicago for me...</title><summary type='text'>Chicago has been postponed due to some corporate issues, so now I'm stuck in Columbus this weekend on short notice. The good news is this weekend is Comfest, so a good time will still be had. As if it gets better than that, Amy and I will now be able to relive one of our best moments together - our reenactment of "I Know What You Did Last Summer", wherein we pop a few pills, have some drinks, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/108809357182237184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=108809357182237184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/108809357182237184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/108809357182237184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/06/no-chicago-for-me.html' title='No Chicago for me...'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-10879339233490929</id><published>2004-06-22T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T08:34:45.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DOWN WITH LOVE</title><summary type='text'>That is all. (Edit: OK, Nick was not so bad. First dates with me are probably akin to getting Secret Service clearance, I should be glad anyone goes out with me more than once. However, I get leery of any guy pushing this hard to see me again so soon. He has worked hard though to prove himself to be charming and not a dick and I am thinking about inviting him over tonight.One final thing - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/10879339233490929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=10879339233490929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/10879339233490929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/10879339233490929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/06/down-with-love.html' title='DOWN WITH LOVE'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-108748843091965606</id><published>2004-06-17T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T11:25:53.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chi-town, Chi-town, We gonna show em how we get down</title><summary type='text'>One week until Chicago! I have so much love for this city I still get excited about going every time.I've got about fiftyelevenmillion clients to see while I'm there, but all I can think about is shopping and drinking. Added bonus, my baby sister Samantha is coming with. She has clients to see too, so mostly we are arranging lots of cocktail hours, drinks&amp;dinners and after hours drinks. I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/108748843091965606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=108748843091965606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/108748843091965606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/108748843091965606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/06/chi-town-chi-town-we-gonna-show-em-how.html' title='Chi-town, Chi-town, We gonna show em how we get down'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-108671738761127691</id><published>2004-06-08T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T13:54:45.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week in Review</title><summary type='text'>Highlights:-Successfully avoiding the Bogey Inn for the entire tournament.-I live in my house now! Hooray for movers, they make life easy.-So many drinks consumed, so little sleep had, so much laughter it hurt. -Almost being murdered by the angry Russian Mafia bouncer. Yes, this was really a highlight.-Being propositioned to act out hooker/babysitter fantasy with a guy in an outrageously </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/108671738761127691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=108671738761127691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/108671738761127691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/108671738761127691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/06/week-in-review.html' title='Week in Review'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-108603648987679393</id><published>2004-05-31T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T17:32:32.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate packing...</title><summary type='text'>I hate packing to move and I hate packing for trips. I'm stuck doing both for the next few weeks. I've spent a pretty fair amount of time this weekend packing up my apartment and getting ready to move into my house next weekend. I own crazy amounts of shit. I could decorate 10 houses with all the stuff I own. Sidenote: Christian Bale AND Taye Diggs together in a movie on Showtime? MEOW!!! I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/108603648987679393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=108603648987679393' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/108603648987679393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/108603648987679393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-hate-packing.html' title='I hate packing...'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-108559486132477714</id><published>2004-05-26T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T13:07:41.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Potent Martinis</title><summary type='text'>Judging from the tone of last night's post, those were two fairly strong martinis. Sorry for the overindulgent descriptions of my sex life. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/108559486132477714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=108559486132477714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/108559486132477714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/108559486132477714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/05/potent-martinis.html' title='Potent Martinis'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-108553575591802062</id><published>2004-05-25T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T20:42:35.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fetish</title><summary type='text'>So the date - it was perfectly boring. 2 martinis and one hour later, I tossed down a $20 and left. I get the feeling this guy has a hair fetish, he wanted to touch mine constantly. I don't normally mind touching on a first date, but this was not pleasant. I've dated guys with a stocking fetish before, they like them white or red, fishnets, seams up the back and they like you to keep them on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/108553575591802062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=108553575591802062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/108553575591802062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/108553575591802062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/05/fetish.html' title='Fetish'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-10854974476280961</id><published>2004-05-25T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T10:04:07.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If he starts talking about his thesis, I'm audi...</title><summary type='text'>I have a first date with Mark tonight. Maybe date is the wrong word, I guess it's more of a meet and greet. I hate dating so much, and every time I date a grad student it turns out to be a horrible mistake. When will I learn? At least with Mark, our interests are almost eerily similar, from Russian culture to travel preferences.One thing I will never understand about grad students - why don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/10854974476280961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=10854974476280961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/10854974476280961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/10854974476280961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/05/if-he-starts-talking-about-his-thesis.html' title='If he starts talking about his thesis, I&apos;m audi...'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-108534970739592667</id><published>2004-05-23T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T17:01:47.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Whiny Post</title><summary type='text'>What a horrific day it's been. I'm already turning out to be a bad homeowner and I haven't even moved in yet. My stepfather drove over today to mow the lawn at the new house since it's been a week since I've done it. I don't feel like my lawn is an embarrassment to the neighborhood or anything, and personally I think he was looking for an excuse to ride his Honda over here. Mom called to bitch </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/108534970739592667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=108534970739592667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/108534970739592667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/108534970739592667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/05/very-whiny-post.html' title='Very Whiny Post'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-108517240204941634</id><published>2004-05-21T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T15:46:42.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Neglected Blog</title><summary type='text'>Oh my poor sweet blog, I'm sorry I abandoned you. It's been 6 months since my last confessi - oh wait, this is a blog, not a repressive church/regime.Life has been good, bad, ugly, amazing, bizarre. I recently woke up from a 4 year long period of sleepwalking. It feels good to wide awake and living life again. No more fear of the daily emotional crushings we all suffer - I'm taking it all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/108517240204941634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=108517240204941634' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/108517240204941634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/108517240204941634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2004/05/neglected-blog.html' title='Neglected Blog'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-106639467231115112</id><published>2003-10-17T07:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T07:44:31.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best 404 EVER</title><summary type='text'>No really, it is... and I don't even watch cartoons.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/106639467231115112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=106639467231115112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/106639467231115112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/106639467231115112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2003/10/best-404-ever.html' title='Best 404 EVER'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-106470831527044684</id><published>2003-10-12T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T14:29:01.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wizard Of Oz Rocks My Socks Off</title><summary type='text'>The Wizard Of OzI babysat Kylie the other night, and of course we had a movie marathon, including The Grinch and The Wizard of Oz. She knew all the words, sand all the songs and implored "Cole, are you watching? Watch, watch, watch, are you looking Cole? See, see what happened, see Cole, did you watch it? " for the monkeys, the house falling on the witch and as the wicked witch melts away. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/106470831527044684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=106470831527044684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/106470831527044684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/106470831527044684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2003/10/wizard-of-oz-rocks-my-socks-off.html' title='The Wizard Of Oz Rocks My Socks Off'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-106450247322574829</id><published>2003-09-25T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T10:07:53.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Men Behaving Badly (or Typically in my case)</title><summary type='text'>Another Girl Plagued by the Odd Return of Long Lost SexcapadeThis happens to me pretty regularly - meet a guy, have a good time, sleep together, *poof* he's gone, 6 months later you get the IM/Phone Call saying "Remember Me?". Friendster however is a new low in this age old story...Basically that is what Mike did. And Andrew before him, and John before him and the list goes on and on. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/106450247322574829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=106450247322574829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/106450247322574829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/106450247322574829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2003/09/men-behaving-badly-or-typically-in-my.html' title='Men Behaving Badly (or Typically in my case)'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-106399779737365521</id><published>2003-09-19T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T14:01:23.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A 5th Grader's Guide to Radiohead Interpretation</title><summary type='text'>Radiohead RorschachThe commentary is good, but the pictures say it all. A class of 5th graders listen to a number of Radiohead songs and are asked to draw what they think it's all about. My favorites are the ones with lizards and cacti. Also, I totally used to do this as a kid. Listening to the Weekend Top 40. The one I remember most is a picture of a punk rock Converse All Star for Cyndi </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/106399779737365521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=106399779737365521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/106399779737365521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/106399779737365521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2003/09/5th-graders-guide-to-radiohead.html' title='A 5th Grader&apos;s Guide to Radiohead Interpretation'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-106380586340533377</id><published>2003-09-17T08:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T15:36:12.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming Under the Influence of Tylenol PM</title><summary type='text'>Last night my mom's parents had a pony living in their house, which was a lot like a forest. And there was a playful skunk who lived in a burrow under the bed. He and the horse would play this really scary game of tag, with the horse galloping around and the skunk just under his feet. And I was right there watching, scared to death that the horse would spook the skunk and it would spray that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/106380586340533377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/106380586340533377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2003/09/dreaming-under-influence-of-tylenol-pm.html' title='Dreaming Under the Influence of Tylenol PM'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-106374074514799780</id><published>2003-09-16T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T15:36:22.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Be a Kennedy</title><summary type='text'>When I was working on the (candidate for statewide office whom shall not be identified for privacy reasons) campaign, the candidate's driver was a guy named Kit. I think it was short for Kristian or something, and he was a friend of the candidate's family...totally spoiled Country Days rich kid type. He had a girlfriend (how? why? some things remain a mystery), and her family name was Fitzgerald.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/106374074514799780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/106374074514799780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2003/09/i-wanna-be-kennedy.html' title='I Wanna Be a Kennedy'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-106365956092274820</id><published>2003-09-15T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T16:57:05.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnivale and K-Street</title><summary type='text'>I sense my Sunday nights are claimed by HBO forever more. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/106365956092274820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=106365956092274820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/106365956092274820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/106365956092274820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2003/09/carnivale-and-k-street.html' title='Carnivale and K-Street'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-106365946816183994</id><published>2003-09-15T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T16:57:19.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathon Shopping</title><summary type='text'>Does anyone else think 12 hours of straight shopping (less lunch at Cheesecake Factory, to provide sustenance!) is a tad bit excessive?Purchases:Burner covers for lame-o apartment stove (to be decorated in some sort of French motif at later date...)Lunch for the Madre and her friend Lesle at aforementioned Cheesecake FactoryCafe de le Tour sign for kitchenWood letters for use on one of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/106365946816183994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=106365946816183994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/106365946816183994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/106365946816183994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2003/09/marathon-shopping.html' title='Marathon Shopping'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-106337265627670283</id><published>2003-09-12T08:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T16:57:38.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DeanLink - Friendster for Politicos</title><summary type='text'>DeanLink: Connecting AmericansFriendster may be dead, but new life is breathed into the concept with DeanLink, a fun and creative way to network for those supporting Dean's campaign. Is this guy THE ONE to revitalize the entire party? I HOPE SO. (via MetaFilter)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/106337265627670283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=106337265627670283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/106337265627670283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/106337265627670283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2003/09/deanlink-friendster-for-politicos.html' title='DeanLink - Friendster for Politicos'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801794.post-106333690978515380</id><published>2003-09-11T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T22:21:49.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My brain is just not in the game today. Reasons for this may or may not include:-Anniversary II of 9/11-The impending possibility of being fired-A growing feeling that I am not cut out to do anything Comp day tomorrow, so I am sure I will be back with more of this amazing commentary. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/feeds/106333690978515380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5801794&amp;postID=106333690978515380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/106333690978515380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5801794/posts/default/106333690978515380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittenesque.blogspot.com/2003/09/my-brain-is-just-not-in-game-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276888520164128973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
