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  <title>i'd like to do more than survive</title>
  <subtitle>i'd like to rub it in your face</subtitle>
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    <name>Dani</name>
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  <updated>2008-12-02T06:02:21Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mydressishung:14380</id>
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    <title>oh, hello</title>
    <published>2008-12-02T06:02:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-02T06:02:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;may:&lt;/b&gt; schooling.  nannying.  i start volunteering with brigid collins house, a family support center that works with kids &amp; families who are at risk or have already experienced child abuse/neglect or childhood sexual assault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;june:&lt;/b&gt; i graduate from western washington unviersity with a bachelor's degree in psychology and women's studies.  cue full-blown identity crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;july:&lt;/b&gt; i forgo seeking full-time employment and stay on as a part-time nanny.  stupid.  so begins the summer of poverty.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;august:&lt;/b&gt; i take a solo trip to new york city and chicago as a graduation present to myself.  i have an amazing time. i get hired by brigid collins for a part-time position the day i get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;september:&lt;/b&gt; working part-time as a nanny and part-time at brigid collins house.  working close to part-time but still not making enough money.  start seeking new employment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;october:&lt;/b&gt; apply to a dozen places, interview half a dozen times, no calls, feel generally hopeless about future.  take weekend trip with my love for his birthday, stay in a b&amp;b for first time, quite enjoy living like the other half.  feel slightly less hopeless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;november:&lt;/b&gt; receive job offer from domestic violence &amp; sexual assault services of whatcom county to my complete and utter surprise, accept after short deliberation.  i will still be living in abject poverty but will be working a super cool job (children &amp; youth program coordinator), so i don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;december:&lt;/b&gt; quit nannying job and job at brigid collins house, fly to los angeles for new job training, start new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cute flickr meme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Answer each of the questions below the cut using the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/"&gt;Flickr search engine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;02. Choose a photo from the first three pages.&lt;br /&gt;03. Copy the URL of your favorite photos &lt;a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;04. Then share with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3051/3076590566_8c25434017.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First Name: Dani&lt;br /&gt;2. Favorite Food: Mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;3. Hometown: Blaine, WA&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite Color: Earth Tones&lt;br /&gt;5. Celebrity Crush: Amy Sedaris&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite Drink: Coffee&lt;br /&gt;7. Dream Vacation: Western Europe&lt;br /&gt;8. Favorite Dessert: Chocolate Torte&lt;br /&gt;9. What I Want To Be When I Grow Up: Social Worker&lt;br /&gt;10. What I Love Most In The World: Myself&lt;br /&gt;11. One Word That Describes Me: Restless&lt;br /&gt;12. My LiveJournal Name: My Dress Is Hung</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mydressishung:13708</id>
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    <title>mydressishung @ 2008-04-07T10:13:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-07T17:16:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-07T17:17:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm back at school, and you know what that means!  i'm back to being annoyed by dumbasses in the computer lab.  i'm having fantasies of throwing my thermos of coffee in some chick's face that is nearly pornographic in nature.  (fun fact! i read an essay about "evolutionary pornography", aka the fact that as humans we tend to get hot under the collar when we see somebody being justifiably punished.  i wish i were making this shit up, but they did a study with electrodes and found that the same pleasure centers that get activated during sex also light up when we see someone get what's coming to them.  especially in men!  neat, huh?  so i'm not so much a sadist as a product of my biology.  the end.)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mydressishung:13169</id>
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    <title>mydressishung @ 2008-03-25T00:59:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-25T07:59:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-25T07:59:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">if this is dating, then what have i been doing all this time?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mydressishung:12960</id>
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    <title>mydressishung @ 2008-02-05T17:23:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-06T01:24:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-06T01:24:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i just got hit by a car, which sounds really dramatic, but there's really no other way of saying something like that.  i'm 100% ok, the car wasn't going too fast so i just got knocked back into the street, but JESUS.  scariest thing that's ever happened to me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mydressishung:12677</id>
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    <title>mydressishung @ 2008-01-28T18:01:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-29T02:05:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-29T02:06:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">today i took a really good id picture, sold two textbooks on &lt;a href="http://www.alibris.com"&gt;alibris&lt;/a&gt; (that's $85.00 i didn't have yesterday!), saved at least $10 on groceries because nina's ex-boyfriend rang everything up at $0.99, and took myself out for a snow stroll.  this quarter may well be the death of me, so i've got to remember to stop and smile at these things.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mydressishung:12169</id>
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    <title>mydressishung @ 2008-01-22T16:51:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-23T00:54:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-23T02:29:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">number of people who called to talk about the stock market woes: 0&lt;br /&gt;number of people who called to talk about heath ledger: 4 (and counting!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong, i care a helluva lot more about heath ledger.  but i'm upfront about my celebrity worship; what do you npr-ers have to say for yourselves?  (kidding, kidding.  mostly.  at least stop giving me a hard time about the blogs.)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mydressishung:11928</id>
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    <title>mydressishung @ 2008-01-22T12:15:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-22T20:21:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-22T20:22:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">is there anything more annoying than people who talk in the computer lab?  and i mean TALK, not whisper, more like shouting-over-the-din-of-the-horseshoe-at-last-call.  take it somewhere else, people.  honestly, now.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mydressishung:11692</id>
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    <title>breasts!</title>
    <published>2008-01-20T21:06:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-20T23:13:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">how much do breasts weigh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has been a hot button issue in our house as of late. i think it started a few months ago when i came home happy with a new bra i'd purchased on clearance.  $10 for the single most flattering undergarment i've ever set eyes upon seems like a pretty fair trade to me.  the outrageous thing?  it was 75% off, putting it at $40 full price.  and that's definitely on the cheap side of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the general consensus is that women should own about 10 bras.  i own 5, maybe.  but bras only last for about a year, which puts even cheapskate me back about $100 a year.  and i am of the personal opinion that bras for women with larger breasts cost a helluva lot more than bras for women with smaller breasts.  (they're a whole helluva a lot frumpier, too!)  not to mention the folks who can get away with just wearing camisoles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching my new favorite show, &lt;a href="http://www.mylifetime.com/on-tv/shows/how-look-good-naked"&gt;how to look good naked&lt;/a&gt;, and they said that a pair of "d" breasts weigh 19 pounds.    the problem is, they don't cite their sources on the show.  grumble grumble.  that figure seems a bit high to me anyways, but it's much closer to my perceived breast weight.  when we have the "how much to breasts weigh?" fight in our house i always contend that each of my (admittedly volumptuous) breasts seems to weight as much as a small cat.  it's a hard thing to measure, though, and i've heard estimates ranging from 5 pounds each to 5 pounds total.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you think?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mydressishung:10522</id>
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    <title>WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME I'M AWESOME</title>
    <published>2008-01-10T03:45:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-11T06:59:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm going friends-only for really reals this time &amp; ye olde timey friends list is getting some work done.  wanna stick around?  tell me!  (though in all likelihood if you happen to be reading this then you're not going anywhere because i am desperately in love with you.)  otherwise, say hello to my little friend, the livejournal custom friends groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl's gotta make a change sometime.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mydressishung:837</id>
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    <title>mydressishung @ 2007-02-27T23:30:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-28T07:13:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-28T07:16:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t155/mydressishung/wip_s1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(friends mostly)&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mydressishung:563</id>
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    <title>Tabula Rasa</title>
    <published>2007-02-28T07:03:06Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-28T07:16:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A new name, a new beginning, and hopefully a better end.</content>
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