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		<title>Suck on My Cowboy Boots, Black-and-Glitter Bitches</title>
		<description>On Saturday night, I went to a party at some new swanky club. Considering I got laid off over a month ago, it took twice the normal amount of effort to look presentable because I had spent the last four days in the same pair of pajamas. That meant instead ...</description>
		<link>http://theovereducatednympho.com/2010/02/23/black-glitter-bitches/</link>
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		<title>The Book and the Blog</title>
		<description>People are pissed. You have every right to be. I'm sorry. If you want to scream at me, go right ahead. I'm leaving the comments open even though I know readers will be throwing daggers at me from all sides. 

Why have I been so rude about refunds? It's stupid, ...</description>
		<link>http://theovereducatednympho.com/2010/02/21/the-book-and-the-blog/</link>
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		<title>Building an Empire</title>
		<description>Three and a half weeks ago, I got laid off. After the partners herded us into our designated conference rooms for the mass lay-offs, I cried in the lobby restroom for an hour. 

Then I went home, started drinking, and got to work.

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		<link>http://theovereducatednympho.com/2010/02/08/building-vixens-empire-intro/</link>
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		<title>Back from Vacation</title>
		<description>...and I was all mopey because no one left comments on my last post. Then I realized that once again I forgot to check the "allow comments" option on wordpress. It's a good thing I can tell a killer knock-knock joke, because my brains definitely check out from time to ...</description>
		<link>http://theovereducatednympho.com/2010/01/11/back-from-vacation/</link>
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		<title>Gone on Vacation</title>
		<description>I meant to write a "by the way, I'm going out of town on vacation for two weeks" post before I left the country, but it took forever to pack for the SNOW in Texas concurrently with the desert climate of the Middle East, yada yada drive family drink cry ...</description>
		<link>http://theovereducatednympho.com/2009/12/30/gone-on-vacation/</link>
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		<title>In the Shadows</title>
		<description>The other day my father mentioned in an email that he once knew person so-and-so. My eyes popped open. I went back and reread the sentence twice. My father knew the minister of what of WHAT COUNTRY?! The words hit me like a baseball bat to the gut. 

I know ...</description>
		<link>http://theovereducatednympho.com/2009/12/20/in-the-shadows-extraordinary/</link>
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		<title>Ohhhh So That&#8217;s Why You&#8217;ve Never Had a Girlfriend</title>
		<description>I have debated for a couple days whether or not to post the entire email/text message dialogue between Dominic and myself, but things have declined to complete crap so quickly since I told him I didn't want to see him anymore. Besides that, I'm tired and pissy and stressed as ...</description>
		<link>http://theovereducatednympho.com/2009/12/16/dominic-decline-crazy/</link>
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		<title>Updates</title>
		<description>A lot has happened lately and of course it has all happened at the same time, so please humor me for catching everyone up in an abbreviated manner. 

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		<link>http://theovereducatednympho.com/2009/12/15/updates-dominic-job/</link>
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		<title>The Empty Side of the Bed</title>
		<description>I'm lonely. I feel it every time my palm rests on the pillow next to mine in bed. I feel it in the coolness of the cotton cloth. No one's head lays there. No one's body warms the other half of the bed. It's just me.

I used to sleep in ...</description>
		<link>http://theovereducatednympho.com/2009/12/10/empty-side-bed/</link>
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		<title>Not slowly dying underneath my fallen Christmas tree</title>
		<description>... just having a hard time with the current post, and I don't want to switch to something else in case I lose my nerve. I've been working on this for two or maybe three weeks now. Damn. It's one of those ones that twists me inside out. The title ...</description>
		<link>http://theovereducatednympho.com/2009/12/03/not-dead-just-thinking/</link>
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		<title>Happy Thanksgiving!</title>
		<description>For those who crave regular shots of Vix-flavored snark during the Thanksgiving holiday, you can follow me on Twatter (known as "Twitter" to the masses). Although I probably won't be blogging, I will be twattering frequently starting early this afternoon when I arrive at my folks' place for Thanksgiving. Where ...</description>
		<link>http://theovereducatednympho.com/2009/11/26/happy-thanksgiving-3/</link>
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		<title>It&#8217;s Not Me, It&#8217;s You</title>
		<description>When Dominic picked me up, he asked what I wanted to do for dinner. I used to say "you!" 

Instead I directed him to my favorite greasy Chinese take-out place. We watched a movie and drank cheap red wine. He kept scooting closer to me on the couch. I silently ...</description>
		<link>http://theovereducatednympho.com/2009/11/25/break-up-dominic/</link>
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		<title>Twinkle Lights &#038; Tickle Fights</title>
		<description>On Friday night I stopped at Target on my way home to buy dog food. Just dog food. I strolled through the many aisles dedicated to the holiday season, filled with candy and wreaths and wrapping paper and food and Santa hats. When I rounded the corner with my cart, ...</description>
		<link>http://theovereducatednympho.com/2009/11/17/twinkle-lights-tickle-fights/</link>
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		<title>You Know What&#8217;s Cheaper Than a Diaper Genie? CONDOMS.</title>
		<description>My stomach surged as I turned the corner. I can't believe I have to do this, I muttered in my head. 

The first aisle was full of nothing but diapers. Red, teal, yellow packages every which way I looked. A confetti of poop bags. I blinked at them, willing the ...</description>
		<link>http://theovereducatednympho.com/2009/11/13/diaper-genie-shopping/</link>
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		<title>But How Do You Know If He&#8217;s Just Not That Into You?</title>
		<description>Many of the comments I have received about Wine Guy and his mixed messages have referenced the book called He's Just Not That Into You: The No-Excuses Truth to Understanding Guys, which I have written about before. 

Since I clearly needed a refresher, I have reread the abridged version, He's ...</description>
		<link>http://theovereducatednympho.com/2009/11/09/how-know-just-not-into-you/</link>
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