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	<description>Lick my legs</description>
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		<title>I may not have had sex but I could fuck you up</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve been a little crazy with post deletion lately and for that, I apologize. Self-doubt and shit, y&#8217;all.
My life has been compulsive eating and sky rockets in flight and sizzurp and enrolling in classes that don&#8217;t actually have anything to do with my major. As it stands, I will be taking German 3, Nudity in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Call me the hit man, &#8216;cuz I make you wanna call time-out</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Their entrance has been sealed shut as of this morning. But I miss my little friends, the ants. They weren&#8217;t even attentive to una salsa muy salsa!, tangerines, or instant oatmeal. My room was merely a shortcut. Fixit lady said they were smart. I didn&#8217;t think they were very smart. Although there&#8217;s something to be [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.notkelsey.com/2010/03/05/call-me-the-hit-man-cuz-i-make-you-wanna-call-time-out/</link>
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		<title>I thrive best, hermit style</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Colorless green ideas sleep furiously&#8221; is a sentence composed by Noam Chomsky in 1957 as an example of a sentence with correct grammar (logical form) but semantics which are nonsensical. The sentence therefore has no understandable meaning. An example of a category mistake, it was used to show inadequacy of the then-popular probabilistic models of [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.notkelsey.com/2010/02/28/i-thrive-best-hermit-style/</link>
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		<title>She can&#8217;t feel, she&#8217;s no queen!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[These tubes are all meta now and my face hurts and nothing ever reads as well as I imagine it to. Forget real self-discipline. They have an app for that. I have been doing fuckall the last couple days other than inundating the Internet with cat pictures and 3AM epiphanies. And bad jokes. Especially bad [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.notkelsey.com/2010/02/23/she-cant-feel-shes-no-queen/</link>
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		<title>I just want to play checkers</title>
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		<link>http://www.notkelsey.com/2010/02/23/i-just-want-to-play-checkers/</link>
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		<title>IT&#8217;S FRIDAY NIGHT!</title>
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indeed
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		<link>http://www.notkelsey.com/2010/02/19/its-friday-night/</link>
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		<title>Anticipation is so much better</title>
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		<link>http://www.notkelsey.com/2010/02/18/anticipation-is-so-much-better/</link>
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		<title>Charlene Keys</title>
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		<link>http://www.notkelsey.com/2010/02/18/charlene-keys/</link>
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		<title>Cryptic Shit</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My psyche is public domain. My blog is erect nipples in the freezer section.
Cognitive dissonance is a key term here&#8211;thank you intro to psychology&#8211;and I&#8217;m just going to say that life is a performance. My behavior is a performance, I am playing a character in a teen exploitation film, although I suppose we&#8217;re all young [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.notkelsey.com/2010/02/18/cryptic-shit/</link>
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		<title>I&#8217;m at the big kids&#8217; table, y&#8217;all</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I reached an intensified level of comfort expedited by sleep deprivation, cat templates, and all-girl surf rock bands. I reveled in good company and felt significant &#8216;movie moments&#8217; that made hanging out a more purposeful affair. Every conversation was significant; every word deliberate. I floated along the campus bridges and recalled my difficulty with remembering [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.notkelsey.com/2010/02/11/im-at-the-big-kids-table-yall/</link>
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