<?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-5429054</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:40:06.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>noCureforCommas</title><subtitle type='html'>"You learn something new every day." 
And so do I. 
And here it is.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocureforcommas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5429054/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocureforcommas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825403636902600765</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429054.post-107160312184968613</id><published>2003-12-16T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T11:32:53.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>khaki revisited... or, another ass storyMy teamleader tells me I am constantly talking about my butt.So here I go again, because I found it very interesting that I said a few months ago that khaki makes my butt look huge -- because now I wear it every working day!And it still does.  But the BDU's we wear make it look a little more pert than usual, so the bigness is less of a liability.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5429054/posts/default/107160312184968613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5429054/posts/default/107160312184968613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocureforcommas.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107160312184968613' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825403636902600765</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-5429054.post-107160294318110837</id><published>2003-12-16T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T11:29:54.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i was reading kymm...Sweet as a Biscuit Kymm, of course, and she writes about this relationship she has and how certain she is that nothing can damage it, reallytruly.And it made my heart hurt so much -- for her, for myself.  Mostly for myself.  Maybe it will be true for her -- I hope it is -- after all.  But I know it's not for me.  There is no relationship I believe that about in my life</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5429054/posts/default/107160294318110837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5429054/posts/default/107160294318110837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocureforcommas.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107160294318110837' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825403636902600765</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-5429054.post-106554753382105821</id><published>2003-10-07T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T10:25:33.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the palmetto stateI'm in South Carolina!They have: the coolest state flag, the second-worst life expectancy (right behind Washington D.C.,) and lots and lots of palm trees.I'm trying to decide what I want to do with my second year off next year, besides take some courses, find some kind of job to support myself with and take the GREs.Maybe this:  La Esperanza Granada</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5429054/posts/default/106554753382105821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5429054/posts/default/106554753382105821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocureforcommas.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106554753382105821' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825403636902600765</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-5429054.post-106061909609917453</id><published>2003-08-11T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T09:24:56.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tra la laI'm headed to South Carolina September 16, if all goes well.  I'm spending a lot of time thinking about the best way to construct a Grown-Up Life and Future and Career.  It's sort of completely scary.The most mind-consuming thing I've been thinking about lately is how everyone is going away!  Including me!  And while it's neato and cool and we'll all get to experience new places </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5429054/posts/default/106061909609917453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5429054/posts/default/106061909609917453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocureforcommas.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106061909609917453' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825403636902600765</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-5429054.post-105579858411966836</id><published>2003-06-16T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T14:23:04.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm alive!  I just have dial-up!And a new job at A Respected Hospital.  And the typical Life Decisions that every Recent Graduate has to make.  And brand-new copies of all the Mary Poppins books.  Better than the movie -- and if you know me and have any idea how much I love the movie, you know how just incredible the books must be.So here I am, updating at the library, and I have a billion </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5429054/posts/default/105579858411966836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5429054/posts/default/105579858411966836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocureforcommas.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105579858411966836' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825403636902600765</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-5429054.post-105398912917956103</id><published>2003-05-26T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T15:45:29.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What I Learned Over My Memorial Day WeekendFor some reason, khaki pants make me look like progeny of the StayPuff Marshmello Man.  I don't believe they always have...Purses are seductive.Buy the goddamn bookshelf when you see it on sale.The best idea for a new name for anything will come to you seconds after you register it.  I pity my future children.Life as a college student means </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5429054/posts/default/105398912917956103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5429054/posts/default/105398912917956103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocureforcommas.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105398912917956103' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825403636902600765</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-5429054.post-105398886608987619</id><published>2003-05-26T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T15:41:06.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a Punny GirlMy original blog, Chunks of Me, was supposed to be funny and cute, but somewhere along the way it started to sound (and I started to write) like typical teenage melodrama.  Since I am no longer in my teens, and haven't been in 3 years, and since the aforementioned title also has unfortunate vomit connotations, here we go again.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5429054/posts/default/105398886608987619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5429054/posts/default/105398886608987619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocureforcommas.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105398886608987619' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13825403636902600765</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></feed>
