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		<description>I've met a decent guy who shows me and tells me that what Jerk did to me was wrong and that I can stop being insecure about it. </description>
		<link>http://hopelessrecluse.wordpress.com/2008/08/26/51/</link>
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		<title>The Lexapro-Free Me</title>
		<description>I've been off my meds for at least a month now.  It's not as terrifying as I initially thought it would be.  I remember when I initially started taking them.  There was one weekend when I completely forgot to pop my pills every morning and by the end of it, ...</description>
		<link>http://hopelessrecluse.wordpress.com/2008/08/05/the-lexapro-free-me/</link>
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		<title>I&#8217;m So Tired of This</title>
		<description>Lately there's been some political bashing going on facebook that I'm pretty tired of hearing.  It's probably well-known that I'm "liberal" or whatever the hell that means.  I'm really not that liberal, but since I support Obama, I'm freaking public enemy #1 of most of the people who go to ...</description>
		<link>http://hopelessrecluse.wordpress.com/2008/07/18/im-so-tired-of-this/</link>
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		<description>He's married now.  I can't help but think this is exceedingly strange.

And if I see one more wedding photo album on facebook I'm going to puke. </description>
		<link>http://hopelessrecluse.wordpress.com/2008/07/08/41/</link>
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		<title>Thank God It&#8217;s Payday</title>
		<description>This is what I saw when I was filling up my gas tank today:

$3.33
0.8 gallons
Your approved limit has been reached.

 

Four miles later, my "low gas" light turned on again. </description>
		<link>http://hopelessrecluse.wordpress.com/2008/07/03/thank-god-its-payday/</link>
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		<title>Apocalypse and Exes</title>
		<description>All I can say to last night's dream is: What the hell?

I had a dream about the apocalypse.  It started at my house where I grew up, and someone was bombing various areas, but only the ones with purses laying on the ground.  I was inside my house, and then ...</description>
		<link>http://hopelessrecluse.wordpress.com/2008/07/02/apocalypse-and-exes/</link>
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		<title>This is the New Life, I Guess</title>
		<description>I talked to my mom on the phone last night.  It was the talk after the Really Bad, Fighting Talk we had the other night about car insurance.  The fight basically went like this:

Mom: "I told you to do this a long time ago.  You're irresponsible and now I have ...</description>
		<link>http://hopelessrecluse.wordpress.com/2008/06/19/this-is-the-new-life-i-guess/</link>
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		<title>Oh, Mother.</title>
		<description>I love my mom.  I really do.  We've been getting along better than usual lately, and I like talking to her and getting advice on certain things from her.  But there are just some things that we don't do well together.  Mainly, talk about what we believe.  My mom has ...</description>
		<link>http://hopelessrecluse.wordpress.com/2008/06/17/oh-mother/</link>
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		<title>My Life Takes a Turn for the Better</title>
		<description>Finally, finally, something good has happened.  I got a new job at the library of Evangelical Institution.  One of my friends who works there told me about a job opening and personally recommended me.  I went in this morning to fill out an application and to have an interview.  They ...</description>
		<link>http://hopelessrecluse.wordpress.com/2008/06/10/my-life-takes-a-turn-for-the-better/</link>
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		<title>Sometimes Other People Write my Feelings Better Than Me</title>
		<description>"But under this torpor there was a fierce battle of emotions, such as Maggie in all her life if struggle had never known or foreboded; it seemed to her as if all the worst evil in her had lain in ambush till now, and had suddenly started up full-armed, with ...</description>
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