<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>DumpsterLife and Landfill_Racoon on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/dumpsterlife-and-landfill_racoon/</link><description>Recent content in DumpsterLife and Landfill_Racoon on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 11 Jan 2025 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/dumpsterlife-and-landfill_racoon/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Lockdown Lovers</title><link>/stories/2025/01/11/lockdown-lovers/</link><pubDate>Sat, 11 Jan 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/01/11/lockdown-lovers/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The first Thursday of November had arrived. Here I was, another dreary start to the week at university. I hated it here, but having finally made the decision to aim for my dream job after years of holding back, I opted to attend here and begin my studies for veterinary medicine. It meant leaving my home town, leaving my friends behind, but it would be worth it, even if I hated the general atmosphere here, full of immature students engrossed in a culture of drinking, vomiting and trying to gain as many sexual partners as possible.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>