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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606262888941367076</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2012 16:13:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>cooking</category><category>moving</category><category>news</category><category>frustrating vagueness</category><category>books</category><category>green thumb</category><category>primal diet</category><category>booze</category><category>love hurts</category><category>indie coffee passport</category><category>reverb 11</category><category>music</category><category>event</category><category>funemployment</category><category>martini monday</category><category>photos</category><category>links</category><category>band</category><category>ranting</category><category>boy</category><category>movie</category><category>introspection</category><category>tmi</category><category>travel</category><category>feature</category><category>reverb 10</category><category>survey</category><category>baking</category><category>awesometimes</category><category>internet</category><category>talk about the weather</category><category>nagging self-analysis</category><category>hockey</category><category>writing</category><category>love</category><category>health</category><category>vancouver</category><category>work</category><category>money</category><title>Today, My Heart Swings</title><description>no i don't wanna read your thoughts anymore</description><link>http://roaminginthenight.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Caitlin H.)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>465</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TodayMyHeartSwings" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="todaymyheartswings" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606262888941367076.post-367686339850189648</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2012 00:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-27T19:20:44.294-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">band</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">news</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">baking</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">music</category><title>very busy people</title><atom:summary>stop! video spam time:







the sisters of mercy are love.  so much love.

i post these mostly because i have to profess my slavish adoration for the dvd that all three of the above clips came from - the "wake: choruses from under the rock" live dvd, aka the "1985 albert hall show", aka the last show the original lineup ever played before disbanding - and because i've been watching that dvd so </atom:summary><link>http://roaminginthenight.blogspot.com/2012/01/very-busy-people.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caitlin H.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/bQhaAPGpsq8/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TodayMyHeartSwings/~4/R9TyngSifZI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606262888941367076.post-7727432915604005814</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Jan 2012 20:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-15T16:00:43.219-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nagging self-analysis</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">news</category><title>little victories</title><atom:summary>last week was my week of challenging myself to do things i don't want to do.  this was hard.

it's funny, actually, how jenn wrote on the topic the other week just as i was reflecting the same thing about myself.  motivation is a bitch of a thing once you're an adult and don't have authority figures (parents, teachers, whatever) telling you that "you need to do this".  by the time you're an adult</atom:summary><link>http://roaminginthenight.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-victories.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caitlin H.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TodayMyHeartSwings/~4/JuKuRSepT44" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606262888941367076.post-8318314466656308394</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jan 2012 01:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-09T20:00:05.167-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">travel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">news</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">money</category><title>frugal means</title><atom:summary>
the last of the season. yorkville does holiday light shows right.

so many things happening, yet so little coming to mind whenever i sit down to write a blog post.  i've never had "writer's block" per se - at least, not since i stopped writing fiction, which could be a bitch of a thing - but sometimes i just can't come across things to blog about.  either it has to be all on one topic, or else a</atom:summary><link>http://roaminginthenight.blogspot.com/2012/01/frugal-means.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caitlin H.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bIMwC1ZaHec/TwsRxnqbxhI/AAAAAAAABFY/bkrl8L0lyZE/s72-c/x2_a3d935b.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TodayMyHeartSwings/~4/f-KnqcA8OF8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606262888941367076.post-8971235851790623917</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jan 2012 21:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-02T16:26:36.491-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nagging self-analysis</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">introspection</category><title>different resolve</title><atom:summary>....and this is where i get mopey about the fact that i had a draft of a new year's blog post - i really did! - but it mysteriously disappeared into the ether, and now i have to start all over again.  ghosts in the machine, man.

anyway!  welcome to 2012.



i'm a day late, yes, but i spent the second non-kingston half of my winter vacation lazing about in toronto -- well, not even lazing, mostly</atom:summary><link>http://roaminginthenight.blogspot.com/2012/01/different-resolve.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caitlin H.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TKyBIXq_nU8/TwIbgt4cEHI/AAAAAAAABFA/UV6oO6a-iKg/s72-c/2012.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TodayMyHeartSwings/~4/g_Y7gDYJcZw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606262888941367076.post-2030867524226141445</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 01:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-30T20:54:59.099-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">books</category><title>read my mind</title><atom:summary>those who know me in person know that i am a reader.  i am the kind of person who will purchase a book and have it completely read within a day or two.  i am that weirdo who will stay up long into the night because she's at a really good part in her book and can't put it down.  i have no ability to comprehend people who "don't read"; in my mind, reading for pleasure is one of the most vital </atom:summary><link>http://roaminginthenight.blogspot.com/2011/12/read-my-mind.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caitlin H.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N6-Zl3m8Ky0/Tv5pw6OUzMI/AAAAAAAABEc/gnUHolfYIkQ/s72-c/8429687.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TodayMyHeartSwings/~4/LtMKWkOn5UY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606262888941367076.post-2344443248486376949</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Dec 2011 14:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-29T09:36:03.480-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">introspection</category><title>musical interlude</title><atom:summary>so again, here we are back in toronto after the holidays. this year, it was a short respite; this was somewhat thankful, as i’m finally starting to feel the family stress and emotional drama that comes with “going home for the holidays”. also, as i noted post-christmas last year, i’ve absolutely begun to think of toronto as my real home, and after nine years here (minus those bleak eight months </atom:summary><link>http://roaminginthenight.blogspot.com/2011/12/musical-interlude.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caitlin H.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4UaY6JAmNsE/TvvKi8-yTKI/AAAAAAAABDw/Qa4BTQ7Ceas/s72-c/tumblr_lwu4rxRCMw1qc8zcro1_1280.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TodayMyHeartSwings/~4/YkRnrI_78mU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606262888941367076.post-767876316553010796</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Dec 2011 13:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-26T08:11:01.384-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">news</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">health</category><title>semi-wonderful christmastime</title><atom:summary>first/sad things out of the way first: my grandmother died on thursday morning.  (this would be my paternal grandmother; my mother's are both still alive, but super old)  hi everyone, welcome to bummer christmas.

coming home actually wasn't as dreary as i expected it would be - although my dad was a mess the day of (and i have zero experience comforting a parent), he was much better in the </atom:summary><link>http://roaminginthenight.blogspot.com/2011/12/semi-wonderful-christmastime.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caitlin H.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NpjQFHVMJhg/Tvfp1sAPaDI/AAAAAAAABDk/UVhG_ES_CaE/s72-c/peu_20111225_9.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TodayMyHeartSwings/~4/Yhyex4t1VAQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606262888941367076.post-3661990233877422744</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Dec 2011 13:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-22T08:33:06.408-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">introspection</category><title>remembrance reflections</title><atom:summary>

the holiday season will forever be a number of things to me:

1. being on a bus to chicago in the dead of winter when i was 21.  for some reason, this whole experience from december 2004 really sticks out in my mind; i think it's probably because it was one of the craziest things i'd done to date, and it had been absolutely worth it.  for some reason, i mostly remember the fact that i was stuck</atom:summary><link>http://roaminginthenight.blogspot.com/2011/12/remembrance-reflections.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caitlin H.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9zTUgsuipVI/TvHgvQL94AI/AAAAAAAABDM/7b276Movxc4/s72-c/86hjy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TodayMyHeartSwings/~4/d9xCnE2TGxg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606262888941367076.post-3739039793862281877</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2011 13:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-21T14:51:58.196-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hockey</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">awesometimes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photos</category><title>passion is the price</title><atom:summary>so last night, we attended the leafs nation fan night, because of course we did.  (we both won a pair of tickets, but my pair had better seats)



it feels funny sometimes to talk about how much hockey means to me these days, especially given how i was never an athletic child and i went through the typical early-to-mid 20's goth-punk period of hating on anything sports related.  but the </atom:summary><link>http://roaminginthenight.blogspot.com/2011/12/passion-is-price.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caitlin H.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HSRfZbMmkqI/TvHbRirPn1I/AAAAAAAABB8/s4hr7qbWIWQ/s72-c/IMG00476-20111220-1858.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TodayMyHeartSwings/~4/oeTGSdROSKw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606262888941367076.post-1492696420262880296</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Dec 2011 23:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-13T18:58:46.830-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">travel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">introspection</category><title>vagabonded</title><atom:summary>now that the year's wrapping up, i've already started pondering possible 2012 trips.  itchy feet, what can i say.

at the same time, i came across this post from back in february, which got me to thinking about how many of those travel destinations i actually managed to check off in 2011 -- and it was more than i expected.  in total, here's where i ended up in 2011 (minus the few usual trips to </atom:summary><link>http://roaminginthenight.blogspot.com/2011/12/vagabonded.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caitlin H.)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TodayMyHeartSwings/~4/UFX3GQpoXOU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606262888941367076.post-5780445033761738618</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2011 00:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-10T19:58:07.767-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">awesometimes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cooking</category><title>in the evening</title><atom:summary>last night we had a dinner party.



it was the kind of thing that i more associate with my parents, because far from being some raucous house party where we stuff as many people as possible into our living space, it was a simple get-together with another friend-couple.


old photo from last halloween because we're both camera-shy otherwise

jenna is one of my longest-standing best friends; we </atom:summary><link>http://roaminginthenight.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-evening.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caitlin H.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8tNIVMO2Fb8/TuP5Mv5N6QI/AAAAAAAABA0/HksGK_9M4S0/s72-c/IMG00460-20111209-1839.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TodayMyHeartSwings/~4/TF0KRbaySPE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606262888941367076.post-4237740444725839354</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2011 02:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-06T21:13:43.258-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nagging self-analysis</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">introspection</category><title>what came after</title><atom:summary>so, anyway.

quick housekeeping questions that came up a few times:

1. will you be deleting all the entries/tweets you wrote?  nope.  i'm a firm believer in not erasing history (unless of course history has a typo in it) and, you know, it's that kind of stuff that makes a life an interesting read.  it's more human to read about peoples' gigantic fuckups.  provides more dimension and perspective.</atom:summary><link>http://roaminginthenight.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-came-after.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caitlin H.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4CcrfgP_VFA/Tt4u_eOjABI/AAAAAAAAA_8/NmXPCLZIXZ4/s72-c/toronto-nighttime.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TodayMyHeartSwings/~4/VeCCxY6tzdQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606262888941367076.post-3060764006139673796</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Dec 2011 13:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-03T08:15:40.053-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">news</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">frustrating vagueness</category><title>love is weird</title><atom:summary>well, that breakup lasted about as long as kim kardashian's marriage.

...i've tried to write a blog post about how we reconciled yesterday and he said he was so sorry and promised to do things better and i tearfully confessed that i didn't want to go and that this is home for me...but you know.  this is one of those things that i don't feel i owe anyone an explanation (and/or defend myself) for.</atom:summary><link>http://roaminginthenight.blogspot.com/2011/12/love-is-weird.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caitlin H.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TodayMyHeartSwings/~4/VraqXn5boj4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606262888941367076.post-2958842065215938374</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2011 23:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-28T18:12:38.639-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">introspection</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love hurts</category><title>too much with me</title><atom:summary>...and back to square one.

i was doing okay -- really, i was.  but with pms looming, it was only a matter of time before something small tipped me back over, and today, it was a combination of apartment hunting (always a depressing activity, but far more so when it's a post-breakup apartment hunt for your first place alone in years) and making the first attempt at sorting out the housing/moving </atom:summary><link>http://roaminginthenight.blogspot.com/2011/11/too-much-with-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caitlin H.)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TodayMyHeartSwings/~4/hanY0iJG478" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606262888941367076.post-1572869533741989776</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2011 02:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-27T21:24:39.661-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">frustrating vagueness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love hurts</category><title>let's end it here</title><atom:summary>walking through the annex in the dark, mostly drunk, sucking on a cigarette, focusing on the way the wet streets reflect the lights, and i remember. for better or for worse, i remember all their faces and their touches and their kisses, and i remember being that poor young girl who had no idea what she was getting into, even though she thought she did, gods help her.

fuck you all.

i remember.

</atom:summary><link>http://roaminginthenight.blogspot.com/2011/11/lets-end-it-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caitlin H.)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TodayMyHeartSwings/~4/gQ7qjRFe8s4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606262888941367076.post-1212029061050924410</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Nov 2011 02:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-26T21:54:32.025-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">frustrating vagueness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love hurts</category><title>devil by my side</title><atom:summary>hey, here's a great little previously-unpublished scribble from a private diary -- dated december 17, 2005 (a different boy here, but one who would go on to break my heart harder than it ever had been at that point in my young life), reprint inspired by me passing that corner yesterday and smiling to myself:

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"...And this is why you're dangerous," he said to me as we slowly broke off </atom:summary><link>http://roaminginthenight.blogspot.com/2011/11/devil-by-my-side.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caitlin H.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TodayMyHeartSwings/~4/UaHSBnZo9SY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606262888941367076.post-5872332140338266864</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Nov 2011 00:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-24T19:07:22.442-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">news</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">introspection</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love hurts</category><title>harmonies for the haunted</title><atom:summary>

let's talk about other, nicer things for a while:

- happy awesome friend times: it seems that four years locked away with a boy hasn't made me into the total social pariah i thought i was, because i'm currently busy filling up my calendar with evenings out and afternoons drinking and catch-up dinners.  and for the first time in the last little while, i'm not finding the urge to flake out and </atom:summary><link>http://roaminginthenight.blogspot.com/2011/11/harmonies-for-haunted.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caitlin H.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PsuWiAdKX1c/Ts7b-Ih4NMI/AAAAAAAAA_0/ObNtTM4D3fc/s72-c/x2_97aa45a.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TodayMyHeartSwings/~4/JJRajy40jLg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606262888941367076.post-2238211291948483226</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Nov 2011 13:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-23T08:28:54.361-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">introspection</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love hurts</category><title>tell me what to say</title><atom:summary>and then there was this: It’s Harder To Be The One Who Leaves

i didn't write that, but given my state of mind lately, i probably could have.  it's strange, because i - like many people - have been on both ends of breakups, and i think they're equally hard.  i absolutely understand the "appeal" (for lack of a better word) of being the one who gets dumped; there's something of a relief when you </atom:summary><link>http://roaminginthenight.blogspot.com/2011/11/tell-me-what-to-say.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caitlin H.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eTfarI7RxBU/TswXgDTpBdI/AAAAAAAAA_k/nN-nu02fdbU/s72-c/forlovers.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TodayMyHeartSwings/~4/I8wcnmtPCOA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606262888941367076.post-8154744727109369198</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Nov 2011 22:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-20T17:52:41.499-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nagging self-analysis</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">boy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">introspection</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love hurts</category><title>too many hours from this hour</title><atom:summary>so...that happened.

it's been hard.  of course it hasn't been easy, but i'd been building it up in my mind so much for the past couple of months that i didn't realize how utterly awful i'd feel after the words came out.  also, i didn't know that a part of me was going to start clinging and screaming and not wanting to let it go.  four years, man.  my mother (who divorced my father after 19 years</atom:summary><link>http://roaminginthenight.blogspot.com/2011/11/too-many-hours-from-this-hour.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caitlin H.)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TodayMyHeartSwings/~4/r6kGa3O5rT8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606262888941367076.post-1347952609258996425</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Nov 2011 02:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-17T16:14:32.764-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love hurts</category><title>the heart in your heartbreak</title><atom:summary>at approximately 7:16 p.m. eastern standard time on november 16th, 2011, i ended my relationship of almost four years.

i don't know where we go from here, but fuck, this hurts.  and all i can do is listen to florence + the machine:

"it's a fine romance, but it's left me so undone..."

fuck.

[ music | florence + the machine, "shake it out" ]</atom:summary><link>http://roaminginthenight.blogspot.com/2011/11/heart-in-your-heartbreak.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caitlin H.)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TodayMyHeartSwings/~4/agTFe-H0PE0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606262888941367076.post-2642380262997304859</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2011 15:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-14T21:16:38.897-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tmi</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">money</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">frustrating vagueness</category><title>act on impulse</title><atom:summary>what i buy when i win $250 in american express gift cards (which i received through a work contest to name the new team newsletter -- thanks, colleagues!):

- tokyomilk dark "tainted love" perfume (indulging my love of fragrances at lsst -- i've always adored colognes on men but never had the money to buy perfume for myself, and now, finally...!)
- two packs of razor blades (for me, wintertime </atom:summary><link>http://roaminginthenight.blogspot.com/2011/11/act-on-impulse.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caitlin H.)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TodayMyHeartSwings/~4/i1PMGdlA_gw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606262888941367076.post-4386335905927272113</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2011 02:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-09T08:29:58.429-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">primal diet</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">baking</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">links</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cooking</category><title>punk rock betty crocker</title><atom:summary>so i don't know if it was klout saying i was influential about food, or rachel introducing me as "the master chef", but i've only recently(!) realized that i've become way more of a cook than i thought i'd turn out.  it's one of those surprising personal facts that's more or less crept up on me in the past few years.

given that home ec was one of my best (and most favourite) classes in high </atom:summary><link>http://roaminginthenight.blogspot.com/2011/11/punk-rock-betty-crocker.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caitlin H.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DAmAdfy7X64/TrngcVgkDaI/AAAAAAAAA-w/W0hehvXdcBk/s72-c/bundt.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TodayMyHeartSwings/~4/2C7pT2KZttI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606262888941367076.post-7593882815378614737</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Nov 2011 00:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-07T19:07:13.065-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nagging self-analysis</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">introspection</category><title>deserts of sound</title><atom:summary>it's been a slower start to the month than i thought.



november has traditionally been a shitty month for me; although i have christmas to look forward to, my sads hits me in november more than any other months, probably due to the whole dead leaves/cold weather/general greyness of these four weeks.  november is one of my yearly low points, and though i don't go into it feeling that way - </atom:summary><link>http://roaminginthenight.blogspot.com/2011/11/deserts-of-sound.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caitlin H.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zDa_q7AHzEc/Trgtr_KBZ1I/AAAAAAAAA9M/gef5tlvBQRM/s72-c/x2_9256a38.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TodayMyHeartSwings/~4/akupGwFCJMM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606262888941367076.post-3859761403620952474</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Oct 2011 23:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-31T19:58:35.922-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">martini monday</category><title>martini monday: espresso martini milan</title><atom:summary>

inspiration: absolut official website
score: 7/10
recipe:
1 1/2 oz absolut watkins
1/2 oz coffee-flavoured liqueur (kahlua)

i might be cheating on this one a bit, since i think you can only get absolut watkins at duty-free shops in airports, but i was a sucker for it as soon as i saw the super-cool bottle and the purported flavour (spicy coffee-almond! gimme that shit).  i immediately knew i </atom:summary><link>http://roaminginthenight.blogspot.com/2011/10/martini-monday-espresso-martini-milan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caitlin H.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_C4uGQSt_AA/Tq808uoTUMI/AAAAAAAAA9E/9v-3rLsOPas/s72-c/IMG00422-20111025-2022.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TodayMyHeartSwings/~4/g7fAzrQsB6A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606262888941367076.post-9114356449480319360</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Oct 2011 12:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-01T09:28:10.801-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">introspection</category><title>hallowed</title><atom:summary>i wonder when it was that i started to cool off on halloween.


[image from strange times]

it wasn't always this way, for sure -- halloween used to be (and still sort of is) my favourite holiday.  i've always loved costumes and dressing up - my hidden past as a cosplayer would attest to this - and pretending to be someone/something else for a night is totally fun.  but someone, as i've gotten </atom:summary><link>http://roaminginthenight.blogspot.com/2011/10/hallowed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Caitlin H.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQRFiCzAOTE/TqquXIKOv3I/AAAAAAAAA8c/aEDkCIYkRGk/s72-c/pumpkinsmash.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TodayMyHeartSwings/~4/-b_15KL5B6A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>

