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		<title>Thirty, flirty and thriving.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[If the weekend of my thirtieth birthday is any indication of what my thirties will be like, OH MY GOD. There are possibly better words for all the happiness that is floating adrift in my body, but they don&#8217;t exist yet. MY HAPPINESS IS SO PROGRESSIVE, YOU GUYS. Also. I completed my very first week [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I will miss you, couch.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Four hours after returning home from my second interview, I received a call and was offered the job. JUST LIKE THAT. &#8220;We were all just delighted to meet you today,&#8221; he said. &#8220;We&#8217;d like to give you the job.&#8221; I nearly wet myself. I start Monday. All of a sudden what felt like an eternity [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://krittabug.com/2012/01/i-will-miss-you-couch/</link>
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		<title>Do they hire cats, too?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[As I sit here on my couch, blogging, wearing sweatpants, stealing snuggles from Chicken, who is unreasonably adorable this afternoon, I&#8217;ve come to the realization that I&#8217;ve totally forgotten how to be employed. I mean, sure, I can do a job. Work I&#8217;m good at. But, what do you mean, I have to wake up [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://krittabug.com/2012/01/do-they-hire-cats-too/</link>
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		<title>The time I wasn&#8217;t arrested for being a low-life.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Saturday night, around the midnight hour, I was on my way home from my sister&#8217;s apartment across town. I remember thinking, &#8220;Boy, my headlights are awful dim. They must be covered in snow.&#8221; Approximately 3 minutes later, a cop pulled a U-turn after I passed him, red and blues a&#8217;blazing. SHIT. I did a quick [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://krittabug.com/2012/01/the-time-i-wasnt-arrested-for-being-a-low-life/</link>
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		<title>A circle is round, it has no end. That&#8217;s probably not how long we&#8217;re going to be friends.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve not always been the best friend. I am human. Weird, right? I&#8217;ve had falling outs within many groups of friends as far back as high school. It happens among the females. I&#8217;ve been disappointing, I&#8217;ve been disappointed. So many close friends in my life have been like sisters to me. I love them unconditionally, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://krittabug.com/2012/01/a-circle-is-round-it-has-no-end-thats-probably-not-how-long-were-going-to-be-friends/</link>
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		<title>LmNop</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I have a hilarious friend Ellen. We refer to her as &#8220;LmNop.&#8221; Get it? LmNop? LN? L? N? ELLEN? Yes, OK, you&#8217;re with me. Every note I receive from her is signed &#8220;LmNop.&#8221; Never fails. It&#8217;s my pet name for her. It works. It&#8217;s special. My pet name from her is &#8220;Koo Koo.&#8221; It stems [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://krittabug.com/2012/01/lmnop/</link>
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		<title>In St. Anthony&#8217;s name, amen?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[As someone who ran 50 miles last fall with a small, stuffed pony strapped to her back (quite literally), it&#8217;s not much of a stretch to say I&#8217;m superstitious. I&#8217;m a sucker for lucky charms. Luck of any kind, really. Trinkets, words, prayers, apparently. I&#8217;ve kept a rock from each trail race I&#8217;ve done. Have [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://krittabug.com/2012/01/in-st-anthonys-name-amen/</link>
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		<title>Send me your luck and your ice cream.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve got a job interview tomorrow. A good, legitimate job interview. It holds promise. So naturally I&#8217;m gnawing off all my fingernails and panicking as though I&#8217;m about to meet a firing squad. Is this behavior natural? I get that pit-in-stomach, sweaty armpits kind of nervousness that makes me want to vomit. I think the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://krittabug.com/2012/01/send-me-your-luck-and-your-ice-cream/</link>
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		<title>That time I went to Florida.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I needed that vacation. Real bad. Now that I&#8217;m home, covered in kitties on my own couch, I&#8217;m glad to be here. Reality isn&#8217;t so bad. But damn it was good to get away for a week. I&#8217;m back from Florida in one piece. Survived my solo flights, the sunshine and 39.3 miles of the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://krittabug.com/2012/01/that-time-i-went-to-florida/</link>
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		<title>One race down, one to go</title>
		<description><![CDATA[So, all this happened today during the Donald Duck Half Marathon. Hell to the yes. The finishers medal was worth the 2:30 a.m. wake up call. On deck tomorrow: Mickey Mouse Marathon. Team Krista, for the win!]]></description>
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