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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.9.2 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Sun, 14 Mar 2010 20:39:34 GMT--><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><title>Pretty in the City • Karyn Bosnak</title><subtitle>Blog</subtitle><id>http://www.prettyinthecity.com/blog/</id><link rel="alternate" type="application/xhtml+xml" href="http://www.prettyinthecity.com/blog/"/><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.prettyinthecity.com/blog/atom.xml"/><updated>2010-03-13T22:59:15Z</updated><generator uri="http://www.squarespace.com/" version="Squarespace Site Server v5.9.2 (http://www.squarespace.com/)">Squarespace</generator><entry><title>Must. Improve. Penmanship.</title><id>http://www.prettyinthecity.com/blog/2010/3/13/must-improve-penmanship.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.prettyinthecity.com/blog/2010/3/13/must-improve-penmanship.html"/><author><name>Karyn</name></author><published>2010-03-13T05:07:08Z</published><updated>2010-03-13T05:07:08Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>I carry a little notebook around with me so I can write down ideas when I get them. It would helpful if my writing was legible.</p>
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<p>Seriously? The whole notebook looks like this.</p>
<p><em>So I... be... the...<br /></em></p>
<p>...and that's all I got.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Old College Friends</title><id>http://www.prettyinthecity.com/blog/2010/3/12/old-college-friends.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.prettyinthecity.com/blog/2010/3/12/old-college-friends.html"/><author><name>Karyn</name></author><published>2010-03-12T23:59:24Z</published><updated>2010-03-12T23:59:24Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>So I requested to be this guy's friend on Facebook. We went to college together and his name popped up on a mutual friend's page. I probably would've forgotten about him had I not seen his name, but when I did, I thought, "I know him!"</p>
<p>So anyway, when I requested to be his friend I wrote a little note explaining we went to college together, because it's been over ten years since we've seen each other and we weren't very good friends to begin with. When he accepted he sent me an email that said:</p>
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<p>So, in 02' I had a 17 hour surgery that wiped some parts of my hard drive (personal memory.) Remind me again how we know each other? Did we have any classes together? I'm totally drawing a blank... sorry if that's rude.</p>
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<p>So I replied and said, "I can't believe you don't remember me&mdash;we had sex."</p>
<p>We didn't.</p>
<p>Is that bad?</p>
<p>(Full disclosure: I sent him another email shortly thereafter saying I was kidding.)</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Eating Habits</title><id>http://www.prettyinthecity.com/blog/2010/3/11/eating-habits.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.prettyinthecity.com/blog/2010/3/11/eating-habits.html"/><author><name>Karyn</name></author><published>2010-03-11T20:42:18Z</published><updated>2010-03-11T20:42:18Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Sometimes Bev stares at her food for a good five minutes before digging in. I often wonder if she's psyching herself up to eat or perhaps suppressing her gag reflex because she's eaten the same thing every day, twice day for seven years. Like, <em>my God, I can't believe it's this sh*t again.</em></p>
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<p>&nbsp;</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Jack's Third Birthday</title><id>http://www.prettyinthecity.com/blog/2010/3/11/jacks-third-birthday.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.prettyinthecity.com/blog/2010/3/11/jacks-third-birthday.html"/><author><name>Karyn</name></author><published>2010-03-11T05:35:19Z</published><updated>2010-03-11T05:35:19Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>I haven't posted photos or a video of my niece and nephew in such a long time. Jack turned three in January&mdash;just look how cute he is! This could be my favorite video ever.</p>
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<p><a href="http://vimeo.com/10080483">Jack's Third Birthday</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/karynbosnak">Karyn Bosnak</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>What's Green and Lit and Hot All Over?</title><category term="20 Times A Lady Movie"/><id>http://www.prettyinthecity.com/blog/2010/3/9/whats-green-and-lit-and-hot-all-over.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.prettyinthecity.com/blog/2010/3/9/whats-green-and-lit-and-hot-all-over.html"/><author><name>Karyn</name></author><published>2010-03-09T10:45:00Z</published><updated>2010-03-09T10:45:00Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls... it's official.</p>
<p>"What's Your Number?," the movie adaptation of my second book, <a href="http://www.prettyinthecity.com/20-times-a-lady/"><em>20 Times a Lady</em></a>, has been green lit!</p>
<p>And the <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">hot, hot, hot</span> talented thespian Chris Evans (<em>Fantastic Four, Nanny Diaries</em>) has been cast opposite my favorite girl in the world, Anna Faris! Click here to read the <a href="http://www.variety.com/article/VR1118016228.html?categoryid=13&amp;cs=1">article in </a><em><a href="http://www.variety.com/article/VR1118016228.html?categoryid=13&amp;cs=1">Variety</a>.</em> Filming is set to begin in May.</p>
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<p><br />Chris Evans=Hell, yes. He better keep that hot bod in shape 'til May.</p>
<p>I want to scream. Actually, I did last week. I cried, too. It just doesn't seem real. It's weird because I just made it all up, you know? The book, that is. I mean, that's what novelists do&mdash;we make shit up, talk to ourselves, play out every possible scenario in our head and out of our head. I mean, I really just walk around and talk to myself all day long. But, in doing that, I wrote a book. And now that book is going to be a movie. And two amazing actors are going to play characters that at one point just existed in my head. That's why it's so weird. So to anyone out there who has a book in their head... write it! It just might be a movie one day.</p>
<p>Okay, <a href="http://twitter.com/karynbosnak/status/10205452396">back to my real life</a> now.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Oscar Speech</title><id>http://www.prettyinthecity.com/blog/2010/3/8/oscar-speech.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.prettyinthecity.com/blog/2010/3/8/oscar-speech.html"/><author><name>Karyn</name></author><published>2010-03-08T21:16:01Z</published><updated>2010-03-08T21:16:01Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-float-left ssNonEditable"><span><img class="plain" src="http://www.prettyinthecity.com/storage/2010/oscar.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1268084679614" alt="" /></span></span>My friend <a href="http://blog.fortunatecookieblog.com/">Sarah Grace</a>:</p>
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<p>"When I win my Oscar, I will thank claw foot bathtubs, anxiety, Oregon, rain boots, Halloween, pinot grigio, cupcakes, Jon Hamm and broken hearts."</p>
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<p><span>When I win my Oscar, I will thank vibrating pedicure chairs, A.D.D., Brooklyn, cork-bottomed sandals, Christmas, vodka gimlets, whoopie pies, Johnny Depp, my mom, Oprah and new love.</span></p>
<p><span>Who or what will you thank?</span></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Favorite Dress of the Night!</title><id>http://www.prettyinthecity.com/blog/2010/3/7/favorite-dress-of-the-night.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.prettyinthecity.com/blog/2010/3/7/favorite-dress-of-the-night.html"/><author><name>Karyn</name></author><published>2010-03-08T00:30:18Z</published><updated>2010-03-08T00:30:18Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Zoe Saldana. It's so fun!</p>
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<p>Love, love, love, these.</p>
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<p><a href="http://www.thedailybeast.com/newsmaker/art-and-photography?cid=bsa:topnav:artb#gallery=1236;page=1">Click here</a> for more.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Karyn Is...</title><id>http://www.prettyinthecity.com/blog/2010/3/4/karyn-is.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.prettyinthecity.com/blog/2010/3/4/karyn-is.html"/><author><name>Karyn</name></author><published>2010-03-04T05:51:41Z</published><updated>2010-03-04T05:51:41Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Today I reached a whole new level of dysfunction.</p>
<p>I changed my relationship status on Facebook to "in a relationship" just to see how it would feel.</p>
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<p>Everyone started commenting and liking the change...</p>
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<p>...and that made me feel really bad, so I came clean shortly after doing so.</p>
<p>But you know, for five minutes everyone thought I had a boyfriend. And it was nice. I felt like I was part of a team.</p>
<p>*sigh*</p>]]></content></entry></feed>