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	<title>Such Great Heights</title>
	<link>http://clinkny.wordpress.com</link>
	<description>Because everything looks perfect from far away.</description>
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		<title>Having a hard time getting it up for the blog these days.</title>
		<description>I had a chat with myself recently, in the shower. I told myself that it was okay to not post every day, to not post every detail. Okay to maybe not want feedback. Okay to feel less inclined to read other blogs and leave comments. Okay to think that maybe ...</description>
		<link>http://clinkny.wordpress.com/2008/02/21/having-a-hard-time-getting-up-for-the-blog-these-days/</link>
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		<title>Open Letters: Cranky on a Rainy Wednesday Edition</title>
		<description>Dear People Who Think My Life is Perfect/I Only Write About the Good Stuff:

Ha.

Hahahaha.

Go back and read a little. This place is chock full of shit about my life that I haven't even told some of my closest friends. There's good, there's bad, and there's ugly.

There just happens to be ...</description>
		<link>http://clinkny.wordpress.com/2008/02/13/open-letters-cranky-on-a-rainy-wednesday-edition/</link>
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		<title>Gushy McGusherson</title>
		<description>I felt like I was going to vomit as the train pulled into the station, but it wasn't from the two mini-bottles of wine I had along the way.

Typical first date nerves, where you're simultaneously worried about your hair, your breath and whether or not you'll have anything articulate to ...</description>
		<link>http://clinkny.wordpress.com/2008/02/11/gushy-mcgusherson/</link>
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		<title>You know you&#8217;re going to visit Molly when&#8230;</title>
		<description>...half of your suitcase is filled with shoes.



Dear Rhode Island, You will never be the same. Sorry bout that. Love, Clink. </description>
		<link>http://clinkny.wordpress.com/2008/02/08/you-know-youre-going-to-visit-molly-when/</link>
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		<title>It&#8217;s like she was reading my mind or something.</title>
		<description>One of the most amazing parts of this line of work is that I get glimpses into the lives of people that I would mostly likely never come across otherwise.

Like, say, a psychic/witch/medium soccer mom.  You know, for example.

In a last stab at saving my reputation at this place ...</description>
		<link>http://clinkny.wordpress.com/2008/02/01/its-like-she-was-reading-my-mind-or-something/</link>
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		<title>Realizations.</title>
		<description>-Not everyone likes pink and brown for a wedding (see: my mother, my sister, my aunts, my mom's best friend).

-It feels good to stand by a decision you believe in.

-Sometimes what you need is a good freaking cry on your boy's shoulder, right after Biggest Loser and right before some ...</description>
		<link>http://clinkny.wordpress.com/2008/01/30/realizations/</link>
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		<title>A Big Fat Wedding Post</title>
		<description>There will be no more references to the post below. Part of me feels like I made a mistake even putting it on the blog. But another part of me is all it's my blog, I can post whatever the hell I want, I can abstain from posting whatever the ...</description>
		<link>http://clinkny.wordpress.com/2008/01/28/a-big-fat-wedding-post/</link>
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		<title>Bitches be running their mouths.</title>
		<description> Title courtesy of Peter.


I don't like every blog that I come across.

(Shock, awe, I know.)

And I don't expect everyone to like my blog either.

(More shock, more awe, etc.)

But I also don't ever feel the need to publicly tear another blogger down for being who they are.

Blogging at its best ...</description>
		<link>http://clinkny.wordpress.com/2008/01/24/778/</link>
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		<title>The Blahs: Mid-Winter Edition</title>
		<description>It happens every year around this time. I should be surprised that I am surprised.

Everything - from the sky to, you know, life - starts to take on a grey pallor.

There is much to be excited about: Eli Manning finding himself at just the right moment, visiting Molly in three ...</description>
		<link>http://clinkny.wordpress.com/2008/01/22/the-blahs-mid-winter-edition/</link>
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		<title>Competition. Specifically, how I feel about it.</title>
		<description>I am not, nor have I ever been, a competitive person.

In fact, competition is one of those things that makes me kind of feel like vomiting, right up there with seeing a dead rat stuck to a glue trap on a New York City sidewalk and the thought of M ...</description>
		<link>http://clinkny.wordpress.com/2008/01/21/competition-specifically-how-i-feel-about-it/</link>
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