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<lastBuildDate>Sat, 17 Dec 2011 16:21:10 -0500</lastBuildDate><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ExileFeed" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="exilefeed" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><title>Oh Terrible Saturday</title><dc:creator>blog@hipsterinexile.com</dc:creator><category>Friends</category><category>Romance</category><dc:date>2011-12-17T13:49:41-05:00</dc:date><link>http://www.hipsterinexile.com/files/terrible_saturday.html#unique-entry-id-39</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.hipsterinexile.com/files/terrible_saturday.html#unique-entry-id-39</guid><content:encoded><![CDATA[I gchatted a friend I knew would most certainly have been invited to this shindig, if it existed, and asked him if he was &ldquo;going to the party.&rdquo;  

...We had drinks, she told me she wasn&rsquo;t sure I was straight, and that night i went home alone because come on.  ...  I don&rsquo;t think I&rsquo;m cut out to be with the type of girl who interprets a guy brushing hair out of her face as a declaration of gayness.  

...That night we had gotten drinks, and then food, and then despite my protests of a super seriously tense workday and my insisting that I would be really stressed out all night, she guilted me into going to her place.  ...  I&rsquo;m an adult with a heavy dose of being rational, I was crazy tired, feeling a little pressured to perform, and all I could think about was how unprepared I was for the deadline looming the next day.  ...  I took a deep look inside me and decided I didn&rsquo;t have it in me to get it up again with the current level of weirdness between us, her lack of wiggliness and aversion to the expression of passion (at one point she told me I was making too much noise... real turn-on), and my intensely tired state (it was now 2:30).  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>The Most Boring Post</title><dc:creator>blog@hipsterinexile.com</dc:creator><category>Work</category><category>Money</category><dc:date>2011-12-04T12:04:27-05:00</dc:date><link>http://www.hipsterinexile.com/files/the_most_boring_p.html#unique-entry-id-38</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.hipsterinexile.com/files/the_most_boring_p.html#unique-entry-id-38</guid><content:encoded><![CDATA[So I was fucking around with the new mint ipad app, of which I am incidentally a big fan, yesterday.    It&rsquo;s not super self explanatory beyond the data it shows you up front (mainly in the form of a pie chart of this month&rsquo;s current spending trends), but I swiped a little just to see if anything would happen.    And it landed me on a page that super confirmed what I had feared all along.    Ever since special lady friend left me, I&rsquo;ve been spending more money than I&rsquo;ve earned.  ...  All my spending seems to be semi-necessary impulse stuff (like train tickets in Italy or taxis home from the city at 3AM).    So today&rsquo;s fun-tivity will be coming up with a plan of attack.  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Too Much Too Soon</title><dc:creator>blog@hipsterinexile.com</dc:creator><category>Romance</category><category>Work</category><dc:date>2011-12-02T21:04:24-05:00</dc:date><link>http://www.hipsterinexile.com/files/too_much_too_soon.html#unique-entry-id-37</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.hipsterinexile.com/files/too_much_too_soon.html#unique-entry-id-37</guid><content:encoded><![CDATA[Currently I use Rapidweaver, which is this super cheap but pretty flexible template-based web design program that gets bundled into those MacHeist/MacUpdate things with the 10 pretty good shareware programs for the price of one... blah blah blah highly recommended but.  

...We talked (in a group) about how she hates babies but loves kids, and that none of the seances she&rsquo;s been involved in have ever featured levitation.  ...  But I&rsquo;ll hint and say the dinner involved some other semi famous yet warm and wonderful people, and I wish I was back there sharing Thai food right now.


...Blah blah summer fling girl says one thing, does a different thing then manages to twist everything in such a way as to keep me from having a solid, describable basis for being upset, and by the way no more sex. ...  Seems some prick she knows had made some fucked up comment about us having sex and she decided to direct all of the rage and helplessness that stirred up in her at me.  ...  Now she wants to talk shit out so we get along at the holiday party and the fucking company fucking ski trip we&rsquo;re all going to be at.  ]]></content:encoded></item></channel>
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