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i know it's been a long time-- i shouldn't have left you, without a dope beat--oh wait. i want to thank everyone that has supported this blog and shown interest in the lives of Ata and Abram and friends, and i just wanted to give an update.

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Two-hundred hours.  
Two-hundred, </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~3/a7u5wyT7_tw/20-twohundred-hours.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muze)</author><thr:total>9</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~4/a7u5wyT7_tw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://somethingaboutata.blogspot.com/2010/07/20-twohundred-hours.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903312344674135717.post-668282684031969264</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Apr 2010 23:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-27T21:48:41.725-04:00</atom:updated><title>19: "HOPE"</title><atom:summary> 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt;NOTE: if you missed any chapters, please feel  free to click on the chapters/installments on the left  to catch up!  thanks!
Peanut Butter Cup Perfection.
Chocolate ice cream, Reese's peanut butter cups, peanut butter, and fudge in a waffle cone bowl. 880 calories. 52 grams of fat. An exorbitant blend of all things deemed "heart </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~3/LZ1uI7Ct990/19-hope.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muze)</author><thr:total>8</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~4/LZ1uI7Ct990" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://somethingaboutata.blogspot.com/2010/04/19-hope.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903312344674135717.post-1180030096009037463</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Feb 2010 01:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-13T08:27:26.414-04:00</atom:updated><title>18: "SNAPPED"</title><atom:summary>NOTE: if you missed any chapters, please feel free to click on the chapters/installments on the left  to catch up! thanks!


I pick up my phone for the fifth time in the last ten minutes. Nothing.

This negro has lost his mind.

1:30am.

One-thirty. In the fucking AM.

And Abram still hasn't returned my call.

Three voice mails I've already left, which he'd probably know, if his phone wasn't </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~3/JhnYRVbYZOs/18-snapped.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muze)</author><thr:total>9</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~4/JhnYRVbYZOs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://somethingaboutata.blogspot.com/2010/02/18-snapped.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903312344674135717.post-8965295901187220978</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Sep 2009 18:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-23T14:30:01.470-04:00</atom:updated><title>17: "LOVE." [Abram]</title><atom:summary>NOTE: if you missed any chapters, please feel free to click on the chapters/installments on the left  to catch up! thanks!ABRAMIt is widely believed that all men cheat. Especially black men.We are dogs. Liars. Scum of the fucking earth so watch your back, your front, and your side, because we WILL hit it, quit it, and then brag to our homies that we did it.And I'm not saying it isn't true 70% of </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~3/bRV_r_Ea_8g/17-love-jasiri.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muze)</author><thr:total>17</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~4/bRV_r_Ea_8g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://somethingaboutata.blogspot.com/2009/09/17-love-jasiri.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903312344674135717.post-8976103204880913230</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2009 00:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-03T22:26:24.281-04:00</atom:updated><title>If You're Wondering...</title><atom:summary>where Ms. Ata has been, no worries. lol

i have decided that there will probably only be 20-ish chapters to this blog. after that, you'll have to buy the book. lol. just kidding ... about the book that is. not totally sure if i will make this into a full-length novel or what, but i shall decide once i reach chapter 20-ish. if the interest is there, i may choose to keep Ata, Abram and crew alive </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~3/5i2weE2n_OA/if-youre-wondering.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muze)</author><thr:total>10</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~4/5i2weE2n_OA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://somethingaboutata.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-youre-wondering.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903312344674135717.post-474066449797005322</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Jan 2009 17:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-10T19:02:18.594-05:00</atom:updated><title>16: "FOUND"</title><atom:summary>NOTE: if you missed any chapters, please click on the chapters/installments on the left to catch up! thanks!"Ata. Come on Ata, I know you hear me."Abram stands at the far end of the pier, his voice loud and clear behind me.Less than two hours after I told him I needed to be alone, he has come down here anyway. I should have known when I said I was downtown that he'd know I was talking about the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~3/1nh8nFjPPNY/16-found.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muze)</author><thr:total>16</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~4/1nh8nFjPPNY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://somethingaboutata.blogspot.com/2009/01/16-found.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903312344674135717.post-4819356591453903452</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Oct 2008 05:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-03T22:51:01.061-04:00</atom:updated><title>hello everyone...</title><atom:summary>hello, ladies... gents. *smiles*

just want to say thank you for reading. thank you for enjoying. you all honestly have NO IDEA how much it means to me when someone enjoys my fiction. 

thank you all for being patient and loyal readers... i will do my best to keep you entertained and interested in Ata's life!

*smooches*


-Muze</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~3/1DFwVGZSRgo/hello-everyone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muze)</author><thr:total>13</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~4/1DFwVGZSRgo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://somethingaboutata.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-everyone.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903312344674135717.post-7853771312314656261</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2008 14:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-19T18:02:48.625-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">15- JUST BUSINESS</category><title>15: "JUST BUSINESS"</title><atom:summary>NOTE: if you missed any chapters, please click on the chapters/installments on the left  to catch up! thanks!A heavy heart and a few sorrowful songs on repeat has led me to the river. The Detroit Riverfront.They've built it up nicely down here. The perfect mile-long stroll for couples on a summer day. Or, for a lovesick woman who just wants to be alone. The clouds have even covered the sun in </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~3/yJTjr8a0akg/15-just-business.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muze)</author><thr:total>26</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~4/yJTjr8a0akg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://somethingaboutata.blogspot.com/2008/08/15-just-business.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903312344674135717.post-990182814319200764</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2008 15:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-19T18:02:10.863-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">14-is she the reason</category><title>14: "IS SHE THE REASON..."</title><atom:summary>NOTE: if you missed any chapters, please click on the chapters/installments on the left  to catch up! thanks!The sister circle has convened in full force. Jasmine, Jamaica, Keisha, Michelle and Sade have all gathered in my small apartment. Operation Get Ata Back to Normal is in full effect. I have been trolling the recesses of my mind, trying to figure out how on earth I arrived at this point </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~3/q5OeamwJ4-M/14-is-she-reason.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muze)</author><thr:total>21</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~4/q5OeamwJ4-M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://somethingaboutata.blogspot.com/2008/04/14-is-she-reason.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903312344674135717.post-1532031187492120124</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Mar 2008 20:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-06T15:06:04.953-05:00</atom:updated><title /><atom:summary>hey people!!okay okay okay...i just want to say thank you to everyone who has persuaded me to keep ms. Ata's life going. i wasn't sure if it was going to be continued but now i know for sure that i will. new chapter up on Monday. again, thanks for reading. your eyes and comments are much appreciated. :)-Muze</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~3/b5mUW7vTPK8/hey-people-okay-okay-okay.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muze)</author><thr:total>9</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~4/b5mUW7vTPK8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://somethingaboutata.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-people-okay-okay-okay.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903312344674135717.post-2032998545068126088</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Dec 2007 13:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-10T08:51:02.046-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">13-company</category><title>13: "COMPANY?"</title><atom:summary>NOTE: if you missed any chapters, please click on the chapters/installments on the left  to catch up! thanks!"But mom, just listen, please." "No Ata, you listen. There is no reason for you to be anywhere near that despicable man. And to risk your relationship with Abram for it? What were you thinking? Do you even remember what he did to you?" She is emphatic. I knew there was no way she was going</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~3/3L4oHK0obic/13-company.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muze)</author><thr:total>19</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~4/3L4oHK0obic" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://somethingaboutata.blogspot.com/2007/12/13-company.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903312344674135717.post-3885612074709601991</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Dec 2007 19:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-03T22:52:12.364-04:00</atom:updated><title>I HAVEN'T BEEN SLACKING....REALLY!</title><atom:summary>Hey all!

As you may have noticed it has been quite a while since I've last put up a new chapter. I just wanted to apologize to everyone for the delay (and acknowledge all of the not-so-nice emails I've been getting telling me to snap to it. lol) and tell you all that the reason is because the month of November was NaNoWriMo, or national novel writing month,  which I am proud to say that i was </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~3/9losjkttcyA/i-havent-been-slackingreally.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muze)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~4/9losjkttcyA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://somethingaboutata.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-havent-been-slackingreally.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903312344674135717.post-7748955310021709948</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Nov 2007 13:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-15T08:40:54.777-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">12-back tight</category><title>12: "BACK TIGHT"</title><atom:summary>The song is beautiful.A mixture of the sweetest melody and the softest whisper of love. He is pouring his soul into it. One would never know the ire he is holding inside for me right now, the way he is singing his new love ballad. Standing at the back of the club, I can see nearly all of Abram's family and friends have come out to support him. They are taking up the first four or five tables, a </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~3/NYVNdk8YHF4/12-back-tight.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muze)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~4/NYVNdk8YHF4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://somethingaboutata.blogspot.com/2007/11/12-back-tight.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903312344674135717.post-5381591890192280618</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Oct 2007 18:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-17T12:55:54.156-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">11-bumping heads</category><title>11: "BUMPING HEADS"</title><atom:summary>NOTE: if you missed any chapters, please click on the chapters/installments on the left  to catch up! thanks!"Jam, look over there. See that guy sitting in the corner? He keeps motioning for me to get your attention. You think he's cute?"Jamaica smiles, pretends we're talking about something other than the man across the dimly lit lounge. All I can make out clearly is his watch, shining up at us </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~3/Ei-UDcHH5iU/11-bumping-heads.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muze)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~4/Ei-UDcHH5iU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://somethingaboutata.blogspot.com/2007/10/11-bumping-heads.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903312344674135717.post-4406689835415684936</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Sep 2007 09:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-25T16:21:44.925-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">10-keeping tabs</category><title>10: "KEEPING TABS"</title><atom:summary>NOTE: if you missed any chapters, please click on the chapters/installments on the left  to catch up! thanks!"That's it. Right there. Beauuuuutiful."I snap my camera three more times, it's lens aimed at Jamaica, my friend of almost five years. Long brown limbs deftly entangled in the vines clinging to the side of the old brick building, she looks like she has been doing this since birth.She </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~3/WCm8aiQi3xU/10-keeping-tabs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muze)</author><thr:total>8</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~4/WCm8aiQi3xU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://somethingaboutata.blogspot.com/2007/09/10-keeping-tabs.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903312344674135717.post-3332465457444218260</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Sep 2007 14:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-15T10:04:59.734-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">9-confrontations</category><title>9: "CONFRONTATIONS"</title><atom:summary>NOTE: if you missed any chapters, please click on the chapters/installments on the left  to catch up! thanks!This is all too much. Jaylen standing here in front of me after abandoning me without a word, note, or kiss-my-ass one year ago is just too much.I look up at that devilish smirk that used to make me weak. Just incites vomiting reflexes now. Something about the way he said "I'm back." </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~3/2L9iKH2tr4s/9-confrontations.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muze)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~4/2L9iKH2tr4s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://somethingaboutata.blogspot.com/2007/09/9-confrontations.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903312344674135717.post-4609723372090984940</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Aug 2007 23:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-29T07:44:35.380-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">8-official</category><title>8: "OFFICIAL"</title><atom:summary>NOTE: if you missed any chapters, please click on the chapters/installments on the left  to catch up! thanks!Three months into our now-official relationship, I am in heaven. The frequent visits to my job just to take me out to lunch, the 'hope your day is going well' emails, the call every evening before I go to sleep to wish me a goodnight. All reminders of why I am loving the place I am in. </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~3/9SwuNEyG_9U/8-official.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muze)</author><thr:total>10</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~4/9SwuNEyG_9U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://somethingaboutata.blogspot.com/2007/08/8-official.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903312344674135717.post-2045760629704525998</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Aug 2007 01:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-28T19:12:09.934-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">7-undone</category><title>7: "UNDONE"</title><atom:summary>NOTE: if you missed any chapters, please click on the chapters/installments on the left  to catch up! thanks!"You need to stop this madness girl, you are LYING to me!"The high-pitched, squealing voice blaring in my ear belongs to my best friend and confidante, Jasmine, currently having her usual reaction to another crazy story in my life. "No, I'm not, Jazz. It was incredible. He is...wonderful."</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~3/Qd6YL8CTlDQ/7-undone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muze)</author><thr:total>12</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~4/Qd6YL8CTlDQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://somethingaboutata.blogspot.com/2007/08/7-undone.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903312344674135717.post-247892648186051040</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2007 00:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-17T22:04:26.888-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">6-confessions</category><title>6: "CONFESSIONS"</title><atom:summary>Sometimes you just know things. You can feel it.Like I knew something wasn't right about his mother giving me that little spiel her first time meeting me.I felt it.Abram sits before me, his head lowered, eyes down on his black Kenneth Cole casuals.He's one of the most honest people I have met, but I still wasn't expecting him to be this honest with me. The sincerity in his eyes cannot allow me to</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~3/AhfX-ZckbBM/6-confessions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muze)</author><thr:total>10</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~4/AhfX-ZckbBM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://somethingaboutata.blogspot.com/2007/08/6-confessions.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903312344674135717.post-4024580222439798847</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Aug 2007 22:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-19T14:37:47.285-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">5-meet the parents</category><title>5. "MEET THE PARENTS"</title><atom:summary>Okay so I am in love. No seriously. No, not in love with Abram. In love with his adorable little cousin Brianna. She is absolutely one of the most gorgeous little girls I've ever seen, with her sassy beaded braids, and big, inquisitive eyes. She's almost eight, going on almost eighteen. "Your hair is pretty. Is it weave?" She asks, reaching out and grabbing one of my week-old box braids.    Her </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~3/AvIDaWtetEo/5-meet-parents.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muze)</author><thr:total>8</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~4/AvIDaWtetEo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://somethingaboutata.blogspot.com/2007/08/5-meet-parents.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903312344674135717.post-5031215844350115075</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Jul 2007 14:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-19T14:40:29.131-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">4-retail therapy</category><title>4: "RETAIL THERAPY"</title><atom:summary>NOTE: i just want to apologize to whomever has been checking this blog to see any updates and hasn't for the last 18 days. in the future, this will be updated regularly, and i thank everyone for the emails, comments, and overall response to my character ramblings thus far. i hope you continue to enjoy!Sitting in this insipid class is the last place I want to be.  Dr. Adams is a nice woman, but </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~3/5n8YfSrtLr0/4-retail-therapy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muze)</author><thr:total>9</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~4/5n8YfSrtLr0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://somethingaboutata.blogspot.com/2007/07/4-retail-therapy.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903312344674135717.post-4416875287884701955</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jul 2007 18:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-16T11:03:29.638-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">3-just trust</category><title>3: "JUST TRUST"</title><atom:summary> I guess I should have told him about my thing. My motorcycle issue. Now I know why he said wear something comfortable. He's riding a friggin motorcycle. This is not good.    Two weeks after our initial meeting, we've finally coordinated our busy to-do lists to fit each other in. When Abram called earlier and asked if I wanted to hang out, I was thrilled. The stress of school and work has been </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~3/4RaoB1v9flE/i-guess-i-should-have-told-him-about-my.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muze)</author><thr:total>12</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~4/4RaoB1v9flE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://somethingaboutata.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-guess-i-should-have-told-him-about-my.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903312344674135717.post-1875758959524331307</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2007 17:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-16T11:00:43.639-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">2-inspiration</category><title>2: "INSPIRATION"</title><atom:summary>"You should let me shoot you."  His voice pauses. "Uh, wouldn't that be a little painful?" He laughs.  I lay back on my comfy sofa, cell in one hand, a stretched piece of hair twirling in the other. I've got to learn to keep my hands out of my hair.  "I promise to only use paint guns." I say, going along with his joke. "No, but seriously, my professor has been breathing down my neck for some </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~3/cruwlbgkcrI/inspiration.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muze)</author><thr:total>10</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~4/cruwlbgkcrI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://somethingaboutata.blogspot.com/2007/06/inspiration.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903312344674135717.post-695736396914586777</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Jun 2007 23:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-29T07:50:27.044-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1-this makes eight</category><title>1: "THIS MAKES EIGHT"</title><atom:summary>    He walks around like he has an S on his chest. My personal superman. Much too fly for this corny, dilapidated club he's currently performing at. Whatever pays the bills I guess. These people don't even understand. Don't even appreciate the genius that is before them. A quick glance around proves that. People are laughing, talking over one another trying to make invalid points, swallowing the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~3/_qsiH1GDRLY/this-makes-eight.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Muze)</author><thr:total>16</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeAndTimesOfAtaNafiaanotTrueStory/~4/_qsiH1GDRLY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://somethingaboutata.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-makes-eight.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

