<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788640235546888669</id><updated>2011-06-29T18:48:15.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How's Life Treating Ya?</title><subtitle type='html'>I have much to say, but lack any suitable platform to express it.  As such, let's give this blog scene a shot.  This site will consist of rants, raves, and reviews.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suburbanmystic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788640235546888669/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suburbanmystic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>quietobserver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17194150927338825350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788640235546888669.post-6868115506229345641</id><published>2011-06-29T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T18:48:15.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, I'm lonely</title><content type='html'>So I've been in a strained, confusing relationship fer over a year and it's done nothing but cause me problems and stress that manifests itself in physical pain. I've recently come to terms with how unhealthy this relationship is, thanks to friends and self-reflection, as such I'm pursuing the creation of a new relationship but nothing has ever been more of a challenge. Speaking of relationships, how about that Amber Rose? Causing rifts in the hip-hop world and what not. Revelation! God made me gay but half-assed it and forgot to include that one key trait: Liking dick =/. No matter, neither geder is sleeping with me anyway. There's a new spiritual belief system on the scene, Cosmic Lodge of Eternal Connections. I'll post more information at a later date =). Fer now, deuces&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788640235546888669-6868115506229345641?l=suburbanmystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suburbanmystic.blogspot.com/feeds/6868115506229345641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suburbanmystic.blogspot.com/2011/06/wow-im-lonely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788640235546888669/posts/default/6868115506229345641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788640235546888669/posts/default/6868115506229345641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suburbanmystic.blogspot.com/2011/06/wow-im-lonely.html' title='Wow, I&apos;m lonely'/><author><name>quietobserver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17194150927338825350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788640235546888669.post-3317959154761076261</id><published>2011-06-19T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T18:21:30.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello there! Will anyone actually read this...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Netflix is currently locked in a vicious conflict with this post over bandwidth allocation. &amp;nbsp;Who will win? &amp;nbsp;Ultimately I guess it doesn't matter, I'm bored as shit so either will entertain me. &amp;nbsp;Win! They're now working in harmony =). &amp;nbsp;So this weekend was certainly interesting, plenty of ups and downs. &amp;nbsp;Finally caved and got me one of those fancy-schmancy IPhones, but I still don't have an Apple account and the charger is in my friend's room so I haven't been able to fool around with it much. &amp;nbsp;Spent my night getting obliterated drunk with a couple cool people, went to a party, lost my brand new bag of pot =/. &amp;nbsp;This is where it gets really interesting, on the way back from the party I managed to stray from my group, wander in someone's backyard, and pass out in their chair! &amp;nbsp;When I awoke on Saturday I was just as terrified as the woman's whose backyard I was sleeping in, cops were everywhere and I was told I could go to the hospital or be placed under arrest. I chose the former. &amp;nbsp;I was so&amp;nbsp;belligerent&amp;nbsp;in the hospital that I was given a sedative so I'd shut up and pass out. It worked, but only after an additional half-hour of cussing and screaming. &amp;nbsp;Woke up, decided not to deal with anything until Sunday, headed out to Peacefest saw alot of people I haven't run into in a long time, smoked, and lusted over the incredibly fly hippie chicks. &amp;nbsp;Went to another party that nite, didn't go to hard, laid down around 1. &amp;nbsp;I couldn't sleep but outside the room I was lounging in a fight had erupted and I could clearly hear things breaking, turns out the cops even showed up fer a bit. &amp;nbsp;Needless to say, I was content with where I was. &amp;nbsp;I guess it was a good weekend. &amp;nbsp;At least it wasn't boring, until now of course. &amp;nbsp;In in a town as dry and conservative as Elmhurst, it's essential you have the ability to make your own fun. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788640235546888669-3317959154761076261?l=suburbanmystic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suburbanmystic.blogspot.com/feeds/3317959154761076261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suburbanmystic.blogspot.com/2011/06/hello-there-will-anyone-actually-read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788640235546888669/posts/default/3317959154761076261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788640235546888669/posts/default/3317959154761076261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suburbanmystic.blogspot.com/2011/06/hello-there-will-anyone-actually-read.html' title='Hello there! 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