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		<title>Scary Squad?</title>
		<description>My issue with needing to sleep with the TV on has recently been resolved by the TV itself, which has taken to flickering in and out of reception a la The Ring. So I have the option of either sleeping with it on and waiting for a face to appear ...</description>
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		<title>Five hundred miles</title>
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For the past couple years, since wrapping up college at my third and final university, I've lived in a little neighborhood called Squirrel Hill. It quickly became one of my favorite places in Pittsburgh. It doesn't hold quite the same feelings of gritty nostalgia as the more southern points -- ...</description>
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		<title>Fall cleaning</title>
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I decided to redesign this website again. It's funny -- I've spent the last several years trying to overload this place with widgets and junk, and the only way I was able to bring myself to update was to start tearing crap down. I started using Tumblr again, and liked ...</description>
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		<title>Out of style</title>
		<description>During my first year of college, I befriended an incredible group of girls who were all a few years older than I was, and moved into their apartment. I also bought a corset. Because I'm peculiar.

Listen, I had no desire to try to make myself any thinner. It was around ...</description>
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		<title>The better life, part one</title>
		<description>A couple weeks ago, I started drinking coffee for the first time. Strangely enough, it was right around the time I finished college, which is a good indication of why I slept through the majority of the last five years. It's really no wonder I was so bitter that the ...</description>
		<link>http://thatnight.net/the-better-life-part-one/</link>
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		<title>Here, let me be as disturbing as possible</title>
		<description>It's been a couple months since I last experienced a debilitating nightmare, so when I woke up at 3AM last night feeling as if all the blood had been drained from my body, I looked up at my TV and, sure enough, it was performing some sort of system upgrade, ...</description>
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		<title>Purple roses and disagreeable neck gear</title>
		<description>If the topography of Pittsburgh were a flat series of websites, and I was a little arrow floating across it all, I would StumbleUpon the moment I found one of my favorite musicians performing in a little stone park as workers paused and ate their lunches, and recommend that everyone ...</description>
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		<title>Not a smooth transition</title>
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The year of my 21st birthday, my days started moving a lot faster. Rather than each day having the potential to be something wonderful within itself, they all started clumping together as a means to achieve something in the future.

Until my 21st birthday, I could go through a hundred emotions ...</description>
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		<title>Degenerate</title>
		<description>I was driving in my car yesterday when a radio DJ announced that Blink-182 would be performing in Pittsburgh this summer, and I sort of immediately squealed aloud. But then, when I got to thinking, I realized I wasn't that excited. I don't really like Blink-182 anymore, let alone follow ...</description>
		<link>http://thatnight.net/degenerate/</link>
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		<title>Stepping up</title>
		<description>The day of my ninth grade semi-formal, my little sister Molly, who was seven at the time, stood in the driveway in her Easter dress as me and my friends busied ourselves with rolling our eyes and seeing how many poses we could accomplish with our dates without touching them.

Molly ...</description>
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