Blowing My CoverBy: Lindsay Moran Call me nave, but when I was a girl watching James Bond and devouring Harriet the Spy all I wanted was to grow up to be a spy. Unlike most kids, I didn't lose my secret agent aspirations. So as a bright eyed, idealistic college grad, I sent my resume to the CIA. Getting in was a story in itself. I peed in more cups than you could imagine, and was nearly condemned as a sexual deviant by the staff psychologist. My roommates were