<?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-9807145</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:38:00.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HMMMMM</title><subtitle type='html'>did u ever think?......</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msquestionable.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807145/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msquestionable.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>miss24&amp;amp;counting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15807290753873828765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/730/1600/09-17-05_0253.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807145.post-116222737797043095</id><published>2006-10-30T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T11:56:18.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTENTION: Ladies, Ladies, Ladies! WAKE-UP!</title><content type='html'>This is an article that was sent to me via email from a friend...figured it would be a good post! The articleclearly was written by a man......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LADIES;&lt;br /&gt; --------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line--if I sleep with a woman I don't know or care about SEX is NOT going to make me care. (I stopped doing that years ago) That kind of sex is like scratching an itch. Once a man scratches, he's through. He ain't sitting around thinking about that spot that itched or how good it felt scratching it. He's moving on with his life until that spot itches again and it don't matter which hand he scratches it with, just as long as he gets rid of the itch.&lt;br /&gt;Too many women PRETEND they can handle a sexual fling, but wind up getting caught up and wanting us to romance and wine and dine them and pretend we're having a "relationship" when it's NOTHING but a booty call. Come on, ladies, y'all know I'm telling the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, ladies, you are part of our problem. You sleep with us BEFORE you know us or what we're about. Having sex with a man does not automatically make that a "relationship". Many women will deny they think like thi s but I'm speaking from personal experience. Also, ladies know when their men are fooling around and still turn a blind eye by getting mad at the other woman. Now, what kind of sense does that make? Why should that woman make YOU (a total stranger) a priority in her life? IF HE DID NOT MARRY YOU HE IS STILL SINGLE. The "other woman" is not breaking up a "happy home".&lt;br /&gt;Many women marry men who were cheating BEFORE they walked down the aisle and then are SHOCKED that a fancy wedding dress or an expensive walk down the aisle didn't change who he was. Why should he change? YOU let him know it was acceptable by sticking around that long.&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, start living with your eyes OPEN. Most shady men give themselves away one way or another, usually before the first 30 days. Women have to stop "rewarding" unfaithful men by pretending it ain't happening. All of us BM do not cheat. I do not cheat on my lady so don't buy the hype. I know other BM who do not but many men WILL che at if there are NO real penalties for it.&lt;br /&gt;Stop jumping into bed with brothers YOU DON'T KNOW. That means fewer opportunities for men to cheat. Women have to STOP being so afraid to ask the important questions that would reveal his TRUE lifestyle. Worry LESS about what kind of job he has and what kind of car he drives and encourage him to talk about his past, particularly his past with women. OPEN those ears and listen. Does he put down his ex-women and blame them for everything? And don't be so vain. You are NOT a better woman than his last. If he dogged her out, you will probably be NEXT.&lt;br /&gt;Observe him when you are with him. Do you have his home number? Work number? Have you seen where he lives? Where he works? Is he secretive? Did you ask if he's married or engaged? How does he treat other people? Listen to what he says, NOT what you want to hear. Stop INTERPRETING the meaning of what he says to fit your purposes. If he says, "I'm not lookin' for nothing right now" -- DON'T tell yourself, "Aw, he just scared of getting hurt. I can change his mind.." NO YOU CAN'T. He said exactly what the hell he meant. BM don't have to lie when so many BW are already DEAF.&lt;br /&gt;If you can't answer BASIC questions about a man DON'T OPEN YOUR LEGS. I could kinda understand back in the days when sex wouldn't KILL people but now? there's no excuse and if a BW takes that huge risk of sleeping with a STRANGER then she better protect herself -- sexually AND emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;Show our azz the door if we pressure you for sex too soon. Don't be afraid to be alone. After you give our azz some you will probably be alone anyway but now you feel like a fool. In other words, take your time and check us out. if we REALLY like you, we'll stick around. BUT if you decided to sleep with a man you hardly know, PROTECT yourself and keep your expectations to ZERO. We do not owe you a relationship or another date just because you had sex with us. That's not how it works, baby.&lt;br /&gt;I have TOO many female friends who give me horror stories that could have been avoided if they'd done their homework first OR moved SLOWER before giving up the panties. I try as a BM to give them the best advice I can but that won't mean a damn thing if BW continue to live in a dream world. You are TOTALLY RESPONSIBLE for your own sexual behavior the same as I am. Blaming the man won't change a damn thing. BW have to look in the mirror and take SOME of the blame for what's wrong with BM/BW relationships. Let me end by saying....&lt;br /&gt;SEX DOES NOT = A RELATIONSHIP&lt;br /&gt;GIVING A MAN A READY-MADE FAMILY WILL NOT MAKE HIM COMMIT IF HE DOESN'T WANT TO&lt;br /&gt;A MAN WILL NOT RESPECT A WOMAN WHO DOES NOT RESPECT HERSELF OR HER BODY&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU TRADE SEX FOR MATERIAL THINGS YOU ARE PROSTITUTING YOURSELF&lt;br /&gt;IF HE DOESN'T TAKE CARE OF HIS OTHER CHILDREN WHY WOULD YOU HAVE A BABY WITH HIM?&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU REWARD A DOG WHY SHOULD MEN STOP BEING DOGS?&lt;br /&gt;BRING MORE TO THE TABLE THAN YOUR BODY. NO YOUR P*ZZY IS NOT MADE OF GOLD. IT IS ONLY AS GOOD AS I THINK IT IS. BELIEVE THAT.&lt;br /&gt;BW are going to have to raise their standards if they expect BM to do it. The question is, are my beautiful BW up to the challenge? Are you willing to be strong and stop taking the easy way out? Ladies, ladies, ladies, hit me back with some truth, not some bullshyt. I don't want to hear: "What you said don't refer to me 'cause I got my shyt together and I'm a proud black woman who intimidates men and I never made no mistakes, it's those other women who do things like that."&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no! I don't want to hear you putting yourself on a pedestal because I KNOW you've made mistakes. I want you to hit me back with some TRUTH. What are BW going to do about these shady, shaky relationships that wind up in divorce court 60-70%% of the time, that's if we bother getting married at all? What are BW going to do DIFFERENT to make this shyt better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;when&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807145-116222737797043095?l=msquestionable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msquestionable.blogspot.com/feeds/116222737797043095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807145&amp;postID=116222737797043095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807145/posts/default/116222737797043095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807145/posts/default/116222737797043095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msquestionable.blogspot.com/2006/10/attention-ladies-ladies-ladies-wake-up.html' title='ATTENTION: Ladies, Ladies, Ladies! WAKE-UP!'/><author><name>miss24&amp;amp;counting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15807290753873828765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/730/1600/09-17-05_0253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807145.post-114986532554568943</id><published>2006-06-09T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T11:02:05.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TAG</title><content type='html'>1.If you were to be the opposite sex for one day, what would you do?bag shorties...eh, i can do that now...uhhh...play football w/ the guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.If you had to name the most difficult thing about being a teenager today, what would you say?staying positive, and a virgin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.If you had to name the most embarrassing moment of your life, when was it?ahhh..about age 9/10. ok so i was into church heavily (not by choice) when in AZ..yes, a black church, and we had to do a play for xmas....so its my turn to recite my part and.......i am stuck..my words are stuck on the roof of my mouth and i was at a lost for words...except for a few choice ones..ha! which ones do u ask? well...while holding the microphone i say very loudly and eloquently....SHIT! (DID I JUS SAY THAT?), FUCK! (OMG, IM CURSING IN THE CHURCH), SHIT! FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK! (yes...i say all of that into the mic, and finally 10 curse words later..someone relieves me of my embrassment...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Ever had to name the most overrated actor in Hollywood, who would it be?hm.....really cant say...dont watch tv that much anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.If you had to name the one personality trait that you have tried the hardest to change in yourself, what would you say?sarcasm or my ability to not b humble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.If you could go back for one minute to the Garden of Eden and give Adam advice, what would&lt;br /&gt;you say?DO NOT TOUCH SHIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.If you were to name the best "I told you so" you ever got to deliver, what was it? stop fuckin mufuccas on the first date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.If you were Madonna, what would you do for your next publicity stunt?shit, can she shock us any longer? become a lesbian....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.If you could have a lifetime 50 percent discount in any single store at your local mall, which store would it be in?MACY's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.If you could have one more pet, what kind would you get, and what would you name it? lion....name her BB....BIG BITCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.If you could have God perform one miracle today, what would you want it to be? win a fully paid scholarship for my child..or win the highest lottery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.If you could spend New Year's Eve doing anything you want, what would you do and who would you do it with? i would go home (NYC) rent out a hall and PARTY w/ loved ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.If you were to set your country’s immigration policy, what would it be?mufuccas pay taxes......other than that i dont give a shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.If you were given the power to settle the issue of gays in the military, what policy would you set? everyone go die for that oil BEYATCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.If you could have one person you have lost touch with call you up tonight and invite you to dinner, who would you want it to be?ahhhhh......all of my friends in arizona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.If you could change one thing about your love life what would it be?uhhhh....Y U WANNA KNOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.If you could have prevented one book from ever having been written, which book would it be? (someone else used this)the BIBLE.....(word!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.If you have to name the best music album ever recorded, which would you select?damn i cant name the best....but i can name a good one, Christina Aguerlia...name it "go head whyte/spanish gyrl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.If you could have one thing made out of pure gold, what would you choose?my shit....fuc it......shit and get paid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.If God were to whisper one thing in your ear, what would you like Him to say?"until and ur family are permitted into the gates of heaven, bc I WILL b seeing u "UP THERE", heres a couple million for your hard times!! spend wisely!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807145-114986532554568943?l=msquestionable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msquestionable.blogspot.com/feeds/114986532554568943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807145&amp;postID=114986532554568943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807145/posts/default/114986532554568943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807145/posts/default/114986532554568943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msquestionable.blogspot.com/2006/06/tag.html' title='TAG'/><author><name>miss24&amp;amp;counting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15807290753873828765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/730/1600/09-17-05_0253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807145.post-114925864525178662</id><published>2006-06-02T10:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T11:26:21.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A LETTER 2 U......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/730/1600/09-17-05_0253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/730/320/09-17-05_0253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SOMETIMES WHEN I THINK OF YOU, MY HEART BEAT ACCELERATES, 180 MPH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;IT AMAZES ME HOW QUICKLY I FELL FOR YOU.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I WAS IN A RELATIONSHIP, WERE WERE &lt;strong&gt;JUST&lt;/strong&gt; "FRIENDS"! THAT WAS THE INTENT ANYWAY. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 MONTHS LATER AND NOT ONCE REGRETTING, WE ARE ENGAGED!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;IT HAPPENED QUICKLY. WE ACKNOWLEDGE THAT ON A DAILY AND ITS ALLLLL GOOD. FUC IT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THINGS ARE SLIGHTLY DIFFICULT NOW. BUT WE ARE DUKIN' IT OUT. IT COULD B HELLA WORSE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I HAVE NO DOUBT IN MY MIND WE GON' GET THRU THE BULLSHIT. AS LONG AS WE STRIVE TO B BETTER. AND DO BETTER. WE HAVE LOTS OF RESPONSIBILITIES. WE GON' HAVE TO B ON OUR GRIND FOR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; A MINUTE SO THAT FUTURE WE SPEAK ABOUT MANIFESTS. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE, ALL THE BULLSHIT I ENDURED WAS TO PREPARE ME FOR U AND &lt;strong&gt;I AM&lt;/strong&gt; SO READY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I KNOW I HAVE SHIT ABOUT ME. I AM WORKING ON THAT! WE WILL WORK ON UR SHIT TOO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I DONT REALLY UNDERSTAND Y U HAVE BEEN IN SHITTY ASS RELATIONSHIPS AND Y MUTHAFUCCAS DID U DIRRTTYY. MAYB, U WERE PREPARING FOR ME!!! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;TOO BAD FOR THOSE OTHER BITCHES. UR ALL MINE NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ANYWAY MA..MAMI..MAMACITA...I LOVE U W/ ALL MY HEART! I AM IN LOVE W/ UR CRAZY ASS!!!! I CAN SAY THAT...THATS DEEP, WHYTEGYRL.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOLLA @ CHA GURL!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOPITOPCOPHOP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807145-114925864525178662?l=msquestionable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msquestionable.blogspot.com/feeds/114925864525178662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807145&amp;postID=114925864525178662&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807145/posts/default/114925864525178662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807145/posts/default/114925864525178662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msquestionable.blogspot.com/2006/06/letter-2-u.html' title='A LETTER 2 U......'/><author><name>miss24&amp;amp;counting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15807290753873828765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/730/1600/09-17-05_0253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807145.post-114919252648319735</id><published>2006-06-01T15:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T16:08:46.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MEME</title><content type='html'>Rules of this Meme:&lt;br /&gt;1. You can only say YES or NO.&lt;br /&gt;2. You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone sends you messages/comments and asks!&lt;br /&gt;Side note 1: You better ask me questions or I'll log in as anonymous and ask myself. Yes or No just doesn't suffice for some of these questions. I need to explain what had happened was...&lt;br /&gt;Side note 2: I am doing to explain whatever the hell i want, bc i can, fuc it, i am bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions:&lt;br /&gt;1. Taken a picture naked? no, i need to get my ass in the gym...okay i probably really dont, but id prefer it&lt;br /&gt;2. Painted your room? yes, royal purple...it was hot&lt;br /&gt;3. Made out with a member of the same sex? yes, i am engaged to a woman&lt;br /&gt;4. Drove a car? yes, although i have NEVER had my license&lt;br /&gt;5. Danced in front of your mirror? yes, and i STILL cant fuckin dance.....lived in AZ too long and in my influential yrs!!!! :(...ahh well fuc it!&lt;br /&gt;6. Have a crush? no...had? yes&lt;br /&gt;7. Been dumped? yes, bc i wanted to b...hate hurting peoples feelings&lt;br /&gt;8. Stole money from friend? no, thats trife!&lt;br /&gt;9. Gotten in a car with people you just met? yes, used to hitchhike w/ firends...yes i was young and dumb&lt;br /&gt;10. Been in a fist fight? yes, and never had my ass beat/punished/wrapped up/or jus plain ole fucked up&lt;br /&gt;11. Snuck out of your house? yes, and....?&lt;br /&gt;12. Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back? i aint gone front...yes&lt;br /&gt;13. Been arrested? no, fuc no!&lt;br /&gt;14. Made out with a stranger? nope&lt;br /&gt;15. Met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere? yes?...ok so?&lt;br /&gt;16. Left your house with out telling your parents? yes...i dont make it a habit&lt;br /&gt;17. Had a crush on your neighbor? ehhh...i guess&lt;br /&gt;18. Ditched work to do something more fun? HELL YEA...stayed home (NYC) for like 2 wks!!!&lt;br /&gt;19. Slept in a bed with a member of the same sex? yes, again i engaged to a woman&lt;br /&gt;20. Seen someone die? no, thank GOD!&lt;br /&gt;21. Been on a plane? yes, since 12, fo dolo&lt;br /&gt;22. Kissed a picture? no...it aint that serious&lt;br /&gt;23. Slept in until 3PM? yes&lt;br /&gt;24. Love someone or miss someone right now? yes, love &amp; miss my child and my fiance...HEY BABY!!!&lt;br /&gt;25. Laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by? yes, daydreaming is creative&lt;br /&gt;26. Made a snow angel? yes, as a child....thank GOD i lived in AZ and didnt have to deal w/ all that snow shit&lt;br /&gt;27. Played dress up? yes, i still do....LOL&lt;br /&gt;28. Cheated while playing a game? yes, spades!!!! im sayin...folks cheat alll the time...&lt;br /&gt;29. Been lonely? yes, and shouldnt have been&lt;br /&gt;30. Fallen asleep at work/school? yes, both allll the time.....attention deficit disorder..thats my disease..instead of distruptive behavior and hyperactiviy..i jus FALL THE HELL TO SLEEP...nah i need vitamins and need to go to sleep @ night!&lt;br /&gt;31. Been to a club? yes..not many...however, i have had my fair share&lt;br /&gt;32. Felt an earthquake? no&lt;br /&gt;33. Touched a snake? yes, 4th grd teach had a pet snake...we got to take home the gerbils on the wknds to fatten them up for the snake the nxt wk...how cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;34. Ran a red light? no&lt;br /&gt;35. Been suspended from school? yes, cant remember y...o yea...fighting....gettin jumped, whipping the bitches asses, and then cracking the gym teachers ribs!!!! DONT FUC W/ ME!!&lt;br /&gt;36. Been late to work everyday for a month? no, mayb 4 days out the wk...for a mnth..hell yea&lt;br /&gt;37. Been in a car accident? yes, nvr that serious..again THANK GOD!&lt;br /&gt;38. Hated the way you look? yes...i need to lose weight in my opinion, and my hair needs to grow back quicker than wat it is!&lt;br /&gt;39. Witnessed a crime? yes, i live in SE, washington DC, come on MANNNN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;40. Pole danced? uhhh.no&lt;br /&gt;41. Been lost? yes...ahh i was in NYC, living in jamaica, queens, going to school in Forest Hills, Queens...ok so i am new to the area.....about 13..dont know SHIT from SHIT about trains and buses..remember i am coming from AZ..so i get on the train take the express train...not realizing how many blocks the train is actually passing...got off the train in lawd knows where....point is...i was lost and scared. i called my mom from a payphone..of course she wasnt home and i left a detailed message about being lost and very upset that i had to leave my schl IS 8 in the first place....&lt;br /&gt;.42. Been to the opposite side of the country? yes, CALI&lt;br /&gt;43. Felt like dying? uhhhh.no&lt;br /&gt;44. Cried yourself to sleep? yes, death is hard to take&lt;br /&gt;45. Sang karaoke? yes, in some spanish spot by tick tock!!!!&lt;br /&gt;46. Done something you told yourself you wouldn't? yes, marry a female!!!!&lt;br /&gt;47. Laughed till some kind of beverage came out of your nose? yes, alcohol of course&lt;br /&gt;48. Caught a snowflake on your tongue? yes&lt;br /&gt;49. Kissed in the rain? yes, that was sexy..i didnt even stress about my hair...i may have that "good shit", but that doesnt mean i like it everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;50. Sing in the shower? Yes, ALL THE DAMN TIME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;51. Made love in a park? yes, well i FUCKED in the park..there is a difference&lt;br /&gt;52. Had a dream that you married someone? no&lt;br /&gt;53. Glued your hand to something? uh. no&lt;br /&gt;54. Got your tongue stuck to a flag pole? uh. fuc no&lt;br /&gt;55. Ever gone to school partially naked? no, thats not cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;56. Been a cheerleader? no, made up my own cheers.....LOL yes&lt;br /&gt;57. Sat on a roof top? yes, had to smoke my ciggs..and i was on the top fl&lt;br /&gt;58. Didn't take a shower for a week? uh, hell no, thats trife!&lt;br /&gt;59. Ever too scared to watch scary movies alone? no&lt;br /&gt;60. Played chicken? yes&lt;br /&gt;61. Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? yes, again i lived in AZ, we have a pool in the bkyrd in addition to all of my friends....&lt;br /&gt;62. Been told you're hot by a complete stranger? yes, all the time!&lt;br /&gt;63. Broken a bone? no, thank GOD!!&lt;br /&gt;64. Been easily amused? yes, when smoking the lalala! lol&lt;br /&gt;65. Laugh so hard you cried? yes&lt;br /&gt;66. Mooned/flashed someone? yes, again that is typical where i lived&lt;br /&gt;67. Cheated on a test? yes, and i would do it again&lt;br /&gt;68. Forgotten someone's name? yes, i am really not good w/ names..so in addition to being ADD i also have a horrible memory&lt;br /&gt;69. Slept naked? yes, i have noA/C&lt;br /&gt;70. Gone skinny dipping in a pool? yes&lt;br /&gt;71. Blacked out from drinking? yes, if and when i drink its to get drunk....&lt;br /&gt;72. Played a prank on someone? yes&lt;br /&gt;73. Gone to a late night movie? yes, and fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;74. Made love to anything not human? yes, i own toys....so wat?&lt;br /&gt;75. Failed a class? no.......i hope not&lt;br /&gt;76. Choked on something you're not supposed to eat? dunno&lt;br /&gt;77. Played an instrument for more than 10 hours? no&lt;br /&gt;78. Cheated on a girl/boyfriend? yes, i was young and on payback!&lt;br /&gt;79. Do you celebrate the 4th of July? yes, i hit up as many bbq's as i can...and watch the fireworks&lt;br /&gt;80. Thrown strange objects? yes, a brush to my baby daddy's head&lt;br /&gt;81. Felt like killing someone? yes, PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;82. Thought about running away? yes, sometimes id like to go far far away&lt;br /&gt;83. Ran away? no, i didnt. fuc it deal w/ it&lt;br /&gt;84. Did drugs? Yes, i still do!!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;85. Had detention and not attend it? no, it was fun......i had friends there and teachers were cool&lt;br /&gt;86. Made a parent cry? no, not to my knowledge&lt;br /&gt;87. Cried over someone? yes, i am ashamed.....&lt;br /&gt;88. Owned more than 5 sharpies? no&lt;br /&gt;89. Dated someone more than once? ughhh.yes&lt;br /&gt;90. Have a dog? now? hell no, and dont want one!&lt;br /&gt;91. Own an instrument? yes..........my mouth!&lt;br /&gt;92. Been in a rap or singing group? yes, waay bac in the day!!! i was 45 Magnum &amp;amp; our group was BWP (Bitches Wit Problems!!!) LOL&lt;br /&gt;93. Drank 10 sodas in a day? (THROWING UP) no&lt;br /&gt;94. Broken a cd? yes.........all the damn time!&lt;br /&gt;95. Shot a gun? yes, and i have pretty good aim&lt;br /&gt;96. Been to a female strip club? yes.....not all that interested in them&lt;br /&gt;97. Been to a male strip club? yes, fun&lt;br /&gt;98. Ever quit a job without notice? yes, FUCKIN STARBUCKS!!! i tried it....then i quit it...i couldnt do it...cant b me!&lt;br /&gt;99. Been to Disneyland/Disneyworld? yes&lt;br /&gt;100. Ever loved someone so much it hurt? yes&lt;br /&gt;101. Ever compromise your sanity for the sake of "love"? yep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807145-114919252648319735?l=msquestionable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msquestionable.blogspot.com/feeds/114919252648319735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807145&amp;postID=114919252648319735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807145/posts/default/114919252648319735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807145/posts/default/114919252648319735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msquestionable.blogspot.com/2006/06/meme.html' title='MEME'/><author><name>miss24&amp;amp;counting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15807290753873828765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/730/1600/09-17-05_0253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807145.post-114902034759630613</id><published>2006-05-30T11:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T16:19:07.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so...my wknd cool!&lt;br /&gt;i really didnt do shit.&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to do a rack of shit for pride.....but we wre some broke folk...so we didnt do shit!!!!&lt;br /&gt;probably for the better! everything happens for a reason!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we were in the crib...but i was with my baby and that is all that matters!&lt;br /&gt;actually me and my fiance went to this spanish after hours jump off in NW....that was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;we were there from like 2:30am to about 5 am..c.....bc she lost one of her contacts, she couldnt drive, so we hitched a ride w/ some peoples of mine, who is spanish.....man i will NEVER go to that spot again.&lt;br /&gt;that night....i didnt know we were going there and i wore my "I"M BLACK" ruff ryders t-shirt...c sometimes people think i am hispanic.....or jus something other than jus black...bc that is wat i claim......so i fuck w/ the t-shirt hard....anyway......so we are around all these hispanics and shit.....different types.....puerto rican, domician, el salvadorian, cuban, etc, etc...it was bugged out&lt;br /&gt;all night they played str8 up spanish shit.....i was annoyed like shit.&lt;br /&gt;there werent a few (less than 3) gay people there.....&lt;br /&gt;everyone kept thinkin my fiance was a fuckin boy......&lt;br /&gt;it jus wasnt my cup of tea, but i was tryin to get the hell out of my house....&lt;br /&gt;really i shouldve jus stayed in period!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my son asked us last night.......&lt;br /&gt;mom, are u and d going to stay together forver?&lt;br /&gt;yes we are....y?&lt;br /&gt;bc i really like D, and i want yall to stay together.&lt;br /&gt;that was DEEP for me.&lt;br /&gt;my son has liked people before, but for him to address it to me and the other person at the same time was deep.&lt;br /&gt;so then he proceeds to ask......are you guys going to stay together forever?&lt;br /&gt;yes, we are.&lt;br /&gt;d? wat about u?&lt;br /&gt;yes we will.&lt;br /&gt;do u love my mom?&lt;br /&gt;yes, i love your mom very much!!!&lt;br /&gt;mom, wat about u? do u love d?&lt;br /&gt;yes baby, i do!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;can i be the ring bearer at the wedding?&lt;br /&gt;uhh DUHH! of course you will be!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;ok so now u guys have to kiss!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WE ALL STARTED CRACKIN UP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;man since i have met this woman...shit is jus str8!!! this relationship is sooo completely satisfying..........&lt;br /&gt;nothing like my last&lt;br /&gt;my last was drama!!!&lt;br /&gt;i decided to go thru my old email and realized all me and my x did was argue.....beef....all the time..we both were scorpios....mayb that wasnt such a good idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the relationship now....&lt;br /&gt;this person saved me from my last realationship.....&lt;br /&gt;me and shorty were friends when we first met....but now we realize there was something more. we both were jus in denial. we werent lookin for shit, ecspecially me b/c i was already in some shit.&lt;br /&gt;aftr my shorty(my x) kept fuckin up...that made me realize, yo.....i dont need her or anyone and my fiance crept right into my life......&lt;br /&gt;i am so glad bc fa real, she treats me like a queen.&lt;br /&gt;she dont NEVER half-step on shit.&lt;br /&gt;she got my muuuufuccn bac! word! thats wassup!!!!&lt;br /&gt;baby, i love u with all my heart...&lt;br /&gt;i am so glad I found u.....and u KNOW i FOUND u!!!&lt;br /&gt;and i know we gone make it!!! in all aspects!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i got cha bac and would never do anything to hurt or disrespect u!!! remember that!&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX!!!!!! GO STUDY NIGGA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807145-114902034759630613?l=msquestionable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msquestionable.blogspot.com/feeds/114902034759630613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807145&amp;postID=114902034759630613&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807145/posts/default/114902034759630613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807145/posts/default/114902034759630613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msquestionable.blogspot.com/2006/05/ok-so.html' title=''/><author><name>miss24&amp;amp;counting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15807290753873828765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/730/1600/09-17-05_0253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807145.post-113148557571644514</id><published>2005-11-08T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T16:32:55.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gittin Ta Kno ME Summo'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. Name someone with the same birthday as you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ummm.....i dont know ne1 personally!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. Where was your first kiss? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lets think...i believe i was 13, and it was my first love, Graig Sawyer....he was the cutest boy in 8th grade...and was my on/off again bf, DICKHEAD!!! i actually spoke to him yesterday, he lives in NC and wants to come and visit me....i dont give a shit, i am SOOO over him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. Have you ever seriously vandalized someone else's property? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;surprisingly, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4. Have you ever hit someone of the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt; hell yea....baby daddy..he attempted to keep me from leaving with our child to visit w/ my aunt in far rock and welll......ur jus not going to do that...so i jumped on his ass like white on rice. it was a feeling of utter uncontrol, and i dont like that feeling.....his mom was there and everything. she had never seen that side of me, we lol today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5. Have you ever sung in front of a large number of people?&lt;/span&gt; when i was a teen, i used to battle chics on the block, and a few years ago when the Queen Latifah Show was out, my friends and i went to her show and as an ice breaker (i guess get the crowd goin, i sang "No, No, NO" by Destinys Child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;6. What is the first thing you notice about the preferred sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Men &amp; women:&lt;br /&gt;teeth (cannot b yellow) , eyes (cannot b yellow) , fingernails (please no dirt) and hair (decent shape up or style)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;7. What do you order at Starbucks?&lt;/span&gt; White chocolate mocha...only during the winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;8. What is your biggest mistake?&lt;/span&gt; ha! belief in a liar.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;9. Have you ever hurt yourself on purpose?&lt;/span&gt;Ive dealt w/ people i KNOW are no good for me...or put myself in situations where i get the short end of the stick....jus bc I WANT TO DO WAT I WANT TO DO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;10. Say something totally random about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I get VRY tired of people and am totally not into long term commitment. once a relationship is formed....i fall bac..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;11. Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;at 16, people ALWAYS said i looked like Aaliyah...then my later teens, Chilli from TLC, and in my early 20s Left Eye.....and ALL OF MY LIFE this one consistent person, Nia Long....which i c SOMETIMES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;12. Do you still watch kiddy movies or tv shows?&lt;/span&gt; i have a 6 yr old.....nuff said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;13. Did you have braces?&lt;/span&gt; nah...never have, never will need em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;14. Are you comfortable with your height?&lt;/span&gt;on good days short is it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;15. What is the most romantic thing someone of the opposite sex has done for you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hm......nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;16. When do you know it's love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; im really not answering this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;17. Do you speak any other languages?&lt;/span&gt; would love to speak fluent spanish.....but does opp talk and pig latin count? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;18. Have you ever been to a tanning salon? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fuc no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;19. What magazines do you read?&lt;/span&gt;Essence, VIBE, In-Touch, O, Sister 2 Sister, Soap Opera Weekly, All Black Hair Mags, o and Eastbay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;20. Have you ever ridden in a limo?&lt;/span&gt; a few x's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;21. Has anyone you were really close to passed away? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yep....the love of my life was gunned down in ATL........ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;22. Do you watch MTV?&lt;/span&gt; yep......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;23. What's something that really annoys you?&lt;/span&gt; people who cant undertand my point of view....and KNOW IT ALLS....UGGGHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;24. What's something you really like?&lt;/span&gt; being able to spend money, namely...not mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;25. Do you like Michael Jackson?&lt;/span&gt; i like the old mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;26. Can you dance?&lt;/span&gt;  when intoxicated!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;27. What's the latest you have ever stayed up?&lt;/span&gt;   the next night!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;28. Have you ever been rushed by an ambulance into the emergency room?   &lt;/span&gt;yes, 3 x's. 1. preg. labor 2. &amp; 3. kid related, not serious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;29. Do you actually read these when other people fill them out?   &lt;/span&gt;yea, as long as i am interested in the person and i LOVE to fill them out.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807145-113148557571644514?l=msquestionable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msquestionable.blogspot.com/feeds/113148557571644514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807145&amp;postID=113148557571644514&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807145/posts/default/113148557571644514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807145/posts/default/113148557571644514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msquestionable.blogspot.com/2005/11/gittin-ta-kno-me-summo.html' title='Gittin Ta Kno ME Summo&apos;'/><author><name>miss24&amp;amp;counting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15807290753873828765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/730/1600/09-17-05_0253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807145.post-112266347379748079</id><published>2005-08-29T13:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T13:12:40.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Shit</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the next edition of getting to know your friends. The theory is that you will learn a lot of little known facts about your friends. okay, fa real....i'm jus doin this for the fuc of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. WHAT COLOR ARE YOU KITCHEN PLATES?&lt;/span&gt; white, white/blue, pink, spiderman, scooby-doo, misty green (any damn colors i want!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING?&lt;/span&gt; Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince by J.K Rowling, also Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (i want to refresh my memory for when i c the movie)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?&lt;/span&gt; my mouse, and my wrist, mayb a corner of a sheet of paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. FAVORITE BOARD GAME?&lt;/span&gt; hmmmm....shit. i dunno. backgammon (i think thats it {: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. LEAST FAVORITE SMELL?&lt;/span&gt; white people when wet!!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU GET UP IN THE MORNING?&lt;/span&gt; FUC.....I GOTTA GO 2 WORK!!! I NEED 15 MORE MINS!!!! lol (M-F), or whats today, Sat...sun? im going bac to bed!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. FAVORITE COLOR?&lt;/span&gt; red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. LEAST FAVORITE COLOR?&lt;/span&gt; dont have one, everything looks good on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. HOW MANY RINGS UNTIL YOU ANSWER THE PHONE?&lt;/span&gt; until i c the mufuccin # on the caller id!!!!! fuc that!! screen em all! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10. FUTURE CHILD'S NAME?&lt;/span&gt; NOT HAVING ANYMORE CRUMB SNATCHERS...current child: Masyiah I D T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA?&lt;/span&gt; both..@ the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12. DO YOU LIKE TO DRIVE FAST?&lt;/span&gt; I don't drive and dont like ridiculously fast drivers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL?&lt;/span&gt; HELL NO...a 6 yr old child, yes (sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14. DO YOU LIKE THUNDER STORMS?&lt;/span&gt; YES!!!! very sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CAR?&lt;/span&gt; it will b something that i look cute in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;16. WHAT IS YOUR SIGN?&lt;/span&gt; MUFUCCIN SCORPIO!! the best sign there is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;17. DO YOU EAT THE STEMS OF BROCCOLI?&lt;/span&gt; YEP, w/ cheese or butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;18. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;/span&gt; Probably owning a successful business in the entertainment business, radio personality, being a singer, actress, model...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;19. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY COLOR HAIR, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;/span&gt; hmmm.........red, orange red, thats hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;20. IS THE GLASS HALF FULL, OR HALF EMPTY?&lt;/span&gt; Half full (most days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;21. FAVORITE MOVIE?&lt;/span&gt; umm....i dont have a one, but i fucs w/ LORD OF THE RINGS TRILOGY hard! LOVE LEGALOS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;22. DO YOU TYPE WITH YOUR FINGERS ON THE RIGHT KEYS?&lt;/span&gt; yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;23. WHAT'S UNDER YOU BED?&lt;/span&gt; lol.....abandoned shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;24. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER?&lt;/span&gt; 5 and 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;25. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH?&lt;/span&gt; FOOTBALL!!! YEA! namely the Giants or the Jets whippin ass... Herman Edwards is soooo sexy for an older man, it is sickening. he  exuberates power w/in a black man (sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;26. YOUR SINGLE BIGGEST INTENSE PAIN?&lt;/span&gt; hm...having a c-section and a toothache!!! that is no joke! or my tooth pulled out..the aftermath is SICK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;27. PERSON MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND?&lt;/span&gt; Tajuana, if she didnt send it to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;28. PERSON LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND TO THIS EMAIL?&lt;/span&gt; Dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;29. KETCHUP OR MUSTARD?&lt;/span&gt; Both and depending on wat each is going on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;30. HAMBURGER OR HOT DOGS? depends on my mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;31. WHAT IS YOU FAVORITE SEASON?&lt;/span&gt; Fall &amp;amp; Spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;32. THE BEST PLACES THAT YOU HAVE EVER BEEN?&lt;/span&gt; Seattle, Washington however, i go to San Diego in Nov....so we will c! Grand Canyon and Sedona mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;33. WHAT SCREEN SAVER IS ON YOUR COMPUTER RIGHT NOW?&lt;/span&gt; shit....no clue. i think a blank screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;34. FAVORITE FAST FOOD?&lt;/span&gt; TACO MUFUCCIN BELL!!! WAT?!?!? however, recently i had pizza bolis........YO THAT SHIT IS OFF THE CHAIN...so there is a tie btwn the 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;35. WHAT IS YOUR BIRTH NAME?&lt;/span&gt; L R G&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807145-112266347379748079?l=msquestionable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msquestionable.blogspot.com/feeds/112266347379748079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807145&amp;postID=112266347379748079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807145/posts/default/112266347379748079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807145/posts/default/112266347379748079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msquestionable.blogspot.com/2005/08/random-shit.html' title='Random Shit'/><author><name>miss24&amp;amp;counting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15807290753873828765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/730/1600/09-17-05_0253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807145.post-112247806216666213</id><published>2005-07-27T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T11:27:42.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT THE FUC?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ok so i am being badgered by lots of people that i know. reason being.... i am hanging w/ a gurl that i am diggin. so every1s ? 4 me is.....r u gay now?!?!?!? WTF? if i were, which i am not, u wont get answer that way. y is every1 feelin the need to comment on my shit. i mean, it is MY life. ur input means shit to me!! no doubt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i REFUSE to be labeled. i WILL not b put in a BOX. i chill w/ this person bc i dig their style. everything about this person has got me open. personality 1st and foremost, intelligence, know it all fuckin attitude, and looks. btw, body is bangin!!!! lol and because of said persons gender, i will not shy away. for fuckin wat? i mean i am not prancing around disrespecting and confusing my child. that should b all that matters. there will come a time when he will inquire...but that is anotha blog!!!!!! word!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;my lil sister felt the need to tell me not to flaunt that "shit" in front of MY son. notice that sentence. LITTLE SISTER &amp; wait, wait .....&lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; son. i know how to raise my own fuckin child. being doin it since 98! and y she say "shit". i was like, wow, ok! WTF!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;the only thing i am skeptical about w/ this relationship is.....i dont know where it can go from here. i mean i always wanted to get married. even tho is was doubtful bc honestly mufuccas cant handle me. have a wedding, gotta b all about me day! that stuff does not happen in the type of relationship i am in. well not relationship relationship. friendship right now.that is wat we have, a friendship. well at least i dont think that stuff happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i resent that people are all in my shit fa real. does it matter if i am gay or not? yo, when we go out together we get lots of stares. and it isnt like we are walkin holdin hands and shit. i dunno. the shit is crazy. i am slightly confused. do i want that fa real? or not? i dont want to lead shorty on and shit and then decide, O i dont want to do this bc i dont want to deal with x, Y &amp;amp; Z... i dunno man...i hope this isnt one of my wild child moments.....SHIT, FUC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807145-112247806216666213?l=msquestionable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msquestionable.blogspot.com/feeds/112247806216666213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807145&amp;postID=112247806216666213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807145/posts/default/112247806216666213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807145/posts/default/112247806216666213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msquestionable.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-fuc.html' title='WHAT THE FUC?'/><author><name>miss24&amp;amp;counting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15807290753873828765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/730/1600/09-17-05_0253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807145.post-112179804917219142</id><published>2005-07-19T11:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T14:35:51.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PHYSICALLY AMAZING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Being physical is a wonderful thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Walking, jogging, running, FUCKING....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;being physically intimate w/ u is better than wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's fucking....loving....amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't believe the softness of ur lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;The way they melted w/ mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;forced me to forget all time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;The softness of tongue did just the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Being physical is a wonderful thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's fucking....not fucking....loving.....sensually amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Having your soft, but strong hands mold &amp;amp; squeezed my ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Drove me absolutely, positively fucking wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;When your body pressed to mine, my clitoris throbbed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;not once, not twice, but 3 times!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanted to feel your clit directly on mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wondering if yours would throb to the same horny rhythmic beat as mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hm, being physical is a wonderful thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's fucking....not fucking....loving....sensually amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lastly, what pushed me over the edge...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ur cat like licking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;From my fingertips, to my knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Although you bypassed the most erotic place, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;when u finally do take the scenic route from my fingertips to my knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shit, I can hardly wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;BEING PHYSICAL IS A WONDERFUL THING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;LOVE, IT'S SO SENSUALLY FUCKING AMAZING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807145-112179804917219142?l=msquestionable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msquestionable.blogspot.com/feeds/112179804917219142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807145&amp;postID=112179804917219142&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807145/posts/default/112179804917219142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807145/posts/default/112179804917219142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msquestionable.blogspot.com/2005/07/physically-amazing.html' title='PHYSICALLY AMAZING'/><author><name>miss24&amp;amp;counting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15807290753873828765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/730/1600/09-17-05_0253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807145.post-112014434630012016</id><published>2005-06-30T10:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T16:15:35.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thursday.....LONG WKND IS ALMOST HERE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ok so......today is thursday which means the holiday wknd is ALMOST here. THANK U HEAVENS!!!!! not like i am doin anything. well....i may do something... but i doubt it. bc i really dont want to. my boyfriend, exbf, friend. watever the hell is he wants me and my son to go to SC to his family reunion. i am VERY VERY VERY surprised. i thought we broke up. WTF? my thing is, i DO NOT WANT TO RUSH BAC INTO A RELATIONSHIP. i suggested a break for a reason. i want to b alone, work my shit out. i am about to take up a 2nd job and hopefully start schl this fall. i wont have time to be a mother(that damn sure comes first), an employee @ 2 different jobs and a student. SO....i dunno. i need to work on me 1st. but i dont want to hurt him.....UGHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;okay so i had a bit of drama the other morning. i go to take lil man to summer camp/day care/b4 &amp;amp; aftr care, and they tell me i need to pay them like NOW....not this aftrn...im like, guys come on, ill b late for work. these fuckers are NOT budging!!! ayight fuc it. ill brb. i go to Giant, cop a M.O. for their petty asses, all these people are staring @ me. Im like, ok i KNOW i look cute, but shit. its not that serious today! i get to the schl, give them their lil bs $....lo and behold, i have a big ass hole in the crotch of my pants. I AM HOT!!! these bitches are BRAND NEW!!!! and i jus spent most of my $ on daycare expenses. i REFUSE TO GO ALLTHE WAY HOME to SE, when i am in NW and then go out to Rockville. i just did that. so i walk to Hechts, take 4ever and a yr finding a decent pair of jeans to throw on and get my ass to work. whew!!!! that was SOOO not fun. i am taking those pants back this wknd!! FUC THAT, gimme store credit or something. and they were really cute!&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait until tomorrow. its the wknd!!!!! not that i actually have a life. ok so....fri i am hitting up club amazon (if Daddy can watch lil man) with my co-worker (who is actually cool as shit, she is very pretty, its always nice to surround urself with attractive people..does that sound vain? i hope not). im like, as long as i can wear sneakers...im good! the only thing is, Rare Essence is playing and fa rea fa real. i am NOT all that into go-go. soo.....this should be interesting. i do like to drink, so ill b ayight. speaking of which, i had a French Connection recently....THAT SHIT WRAPPED ME U P!!!!! its better than thsoe damn Long Islands......I AM SOOOO OVER THOSE!!! ugh.&lt;br /&gt;the killer about going out tomorrow is.....i have 9 am tennis lessons.........SHIT. FUCK. lol. word! o well, ima freak it tho.....ill b sweating alcohol.......gotta get my work out on!&lt;br /&gt;umm so since my daddy is going to visit my Mommy up in NYC this wknd, i wont b going out. except friday. but i will try to orchestrate a card party or something. i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;and i actually brought some fireworks for me and lil man. this should be INTERESTING. if anyone hears about a young single mother attempting to light up the sky for the 4th with her child has suffered severe burns....I HOPE THAT SHIT ISNT ME!!!! lol nah seriously, ill grab a male friend to help out.......yea...so.....ill holla!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807145-112014434630012016?l=msquestionable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msquestionable.blogspot.com/feeds/112014434630012016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807145&amp;postID=112014434630012016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807145/posts/default/112014434630012016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807145/posts/default/112014434630012016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msquestionable.blogspot.com/2005/06/thursdaylong-wknd-is-almost-here.html' title='thursday.....LONG WKND IS ALMOST HERE!!!!'/><author><name>miss24&amp;amp;counting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15807290753873828765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/730/1600/09-17-05_0253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807145.post-111988943501137999</id><published>2005-06-27T11:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T11:40:42.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>YEA OK, SO IT'S MONDAY MORNING!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/730/1600/kingsdom..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/730/320/kingsdom..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;yea okay, so its monday. whoopdeefuckin do! i am tired. thats all i have to say. my boss is out all week long, which is ayight. doesnt really matter to me bc she is peoples, so fa real, i am going to b bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;past weekend was ayight. didnt really do shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;saturday had tennis lessons. actually....there werent any lessons bc DC conveniently forgot to mention a parade that was being held on georgia ave., the Caribbean parade or some shit. so i get up early as shit, my aunt scoops me, we get to howard u's tennis court and shit is on lock. im like WTF? i could have gotten an email or something. i even woke my lil man to go to the lessons that morning. but he wound up keepin his attitudy ass right at home. i am not dealing with all of that.....shiiit!!!! but point is, my aunt and myself wound up going to vanburen and 13/14th, watever and played for like 2 hrs. man i got a nice ass tan and a good ass workout. shit, it was better than the lessons. i was a sweaty funky chic when it was all said and done. but dammit if my body wasnt lookin tight for this lil bday party i took my son to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so yea, the bday party. it was fun. i guess. there werent many kids in the beginning, or people i even associate with. it was slightly uncomfortable bc the kids party it was, his older brother i used to fuc w/. then i broke it off bc homeboy was a loser. like fa real. he was a cutie, but a loser none the less. well, i get down wit him every once in a while, and he actually has a gf. yea i know. thats sorta foul. but shit. i dont want him. she can keep him! so anyway, he was there, with ole gurl, and their 3 month old baby. who i was jus a holding and he was smilin at me. and later he tries to hit on me! wat a dick!  it doesnt bother me that much, bc on my end, at least he wont try to wife me. and talkin about relationship shit. NOT WIT IT. i can get wat i need dough, tongue, or dick, watever and send him on his way.  i was supposed to go out, but my ass fell asleep. i called my gurl like yo...im tryin chill. wats good for the night. she said get ready and ill call u bac. she knows i can take forever. so b4 i get ready, i go say night to lil man, laid on his bed and 5 mins later i was OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so then lets c....sunday, took lil man out. played tennis and football with him. he is very athletic. later that night, went to haines point with a potential of mine. let me explain wat a potential is...he is someone that has the potential to be my man. we are on some we r fuc buddies shit, and BOY CAN HE DO THE DAMN THING. ladies, the man is a str8 freak. WORD! he licks it all. and w/out needing to be told. and he is HOOOOLLLDDDDIIINNNNGGG. hm! ummmm, yea so last night we went bac to his crib bc he wanted to do 2 things. 1. eat my lala so good i would cum in 7 mins. 2. video tape the whole thing. that fucker won the 1st bet. he made me cum twice in 7 mins. and didnt even try to get some ass. thats was up. didnt feel like turning a  brother down.....however, the video shit. i cant get used to that. i still have some sexy fliks. and i actually am  saving that for my husband!!! yea so that was my lovely wknd! hopefully this wknd will b on and poppin. i am tryin to get into some shit this wknd.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ILL HOLLA!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O YEA AND ITS MY LIL SIS BDAY!!! SHE IS 23 AS OF TODAY. TOO BAD SHE LIVES IN NYC AND WE CANT CELEBRATE UNTIL NEXT MONTH BUT HAPPPY BDAY NINI!!!! LOVE U GURL!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;physical aspects that need to be worked on (in my opinion, let another mufucca tell it.....) and then we will c. he is such a freak, besides, i have never had myself video taped or even taken sexy fliks. and i actually am  saving that for my husband!!! yea so that was my lovely wknd! hopefully this wknd will b on and poppin. i am tryin to get into some shit this wknd.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ILL HOLLA!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O YEA AND ITS MY LIL SIS BDAY!!! SHE IS 23 AS OF TODAY. TOO BAD SHE LIVES IN NYC AND WE CANT CELEBRATE UNTIL NEXT MONTH BUT HAPPPY BDAY NINI!!!! LOVE U GURL!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807145-111988943501137999?l=msquestionable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msquestionable.blogspot.com/feeds/111988943501137999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807145&amp;postID=111988943501137999&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807145/posts/default/111988943501137999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807145/posts/default/111988943501137999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msquestionable.blogspot.com/2005/06/yea-ok-so-its-monday-morning.html' title='YEA OK, SO IT&apos;S MONDAY MORNING!!'/><author><name>miss24&amp;amp;counting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15807290753873828765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/730/1600/09-17-05_0253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807145.post-111143942397601302</id><published>2005-03-21T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T10:27:18.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WAT THE FUC MAN?!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FA REAL FA REAL, I JUS WANNA KNOW IF THESE MUTHAFUCCAS IS GON HIRE MY ASS. I AM TIRED OF WAITING, AND AM GETTIN ANNOYED. AND I WANT MY DAMN PAY INCREASED. I BEEN TEMPING WITH THEIR ASSES FOR MONTHS NOW. U KNOW Y I AM NOT PRESSIN IT? BC MY HOMEGURL IS MY BOSS. NOT SUCH A GREAT IDEA THO. SOMETIMES ITS LIKE.....URRRGGGHHH. NEVER SHOULD HAVE BEEN AN ADMIN ASS. FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!! AYIGHT, ITS NOT MY BOSS PER SE. IT IS BEING A FLUNKY. I CANT STAND IT. THIS IS MY 1ST ADMIN JOB. I HATE IT AND I CANT WAIT UNTIL I GO TO SCHL. GET MY DEGREE AND GET THE FUC UP OUTTA HERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OK SO..onto my point. so when i 1st heard of this blog shit...i was like cool. great. a way to vent. let a load off. BUT, i havent been posting in this shit at all. well not about wat i want to say. i dont have time. also it is interesting to read other bloggers shit. However, i now need 2 put my shit 1st. GAIN SOME FUCKING PEICE/PEACE of mind. real quick., wanna give people their big-up who hace their lay-out, design and everything looking fierce. shit is inspirational. SO...yea......BAC 2 ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BABY DADDY BULLSHIT. sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MAn, i am SO SICK AND TIRED of my sons father. he is a fucking idiot! I will never understand him and i am tired of trying. cant fuc wit it NO MORE! my telephone is temp. off &amp; I am switiching bc the shit i got now. muffuccas is charging me $60 for local service.....are they, well am i fuckin stupid. FUCCOUTTAHERE. NOT WIT IT. its a rap. a dobbie. where was i? baby daddy. right. ok so.. he hasnt spoken to his son since last week. he does speak to him everyday. i will give him that. BTY....he is from NYC, lives in TX. been there 4 about 1yr. So..since he has been there nigga has sent $50. $50fuccinsmackaroos. wow. wat a provider. Not that he did shit when he was here anyway. or for Masyiahs (my son) six years of his life. well nothing notable. Its like damn homey, pick ya game up. just a little. a consistent wkly amount of $40 is better than nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to make a long story short, his ass calls my place of work &amp;amp; commences his "whoa as me story". i got bills. i gotta pay this and that. mind u....ole boy supposedly sent me a check today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SSDD. SAME SHIT. DIFFERENT DAY. every wk the nigga was sending some measley ass $50. i have yet to see the shit. my ? 4 him was, well y dont u look @ masyiah as a monthly/biwkly bill? his response, well, i just got laid off. Mind u...the nigga was working there 4 about 1 1/2 months. ummm......WTF? stop callin me wit da...I'm gunna bullshit. Been telling me dat shit since I was 16/17, 8 fuckin yrs ago. i am SOOO over the words "I'm gunna" coming from him. I just smiled sweetly 2 the phone &amp;amp; uh huhed his ass. Now bc i am @ work, i can't cuss his ass out. He is lucky. B/c i have some choice damn words. then again, i always do. Until i jus stopped talkin to his ass. Little does he know, I'm bout to put his ass thru the system. i didnt want to. it is time consuming, and he is jobless. but at least the shit is on paper. i cant keep lettin him and my son think the shit is ok. it isnt. i have bills also. shit, the nigga must think i am living the good life. the Man i am w/ now, he handles BI. word! and he has alegit job and everything. he is doing his thing. But i am tired of always going to him for me and another mans child. shit he has his own kid. even tho he doesnt care and looks at masyiah as his own, but damn. my childs sperm donor should contribute to the cause. doesnt he want to say one day to masyiah, "u know son, i may not have been there to raise you, but i did help provide for u". Do ya think dumb ass would think that way? no. bc his father did it to him. i want my son to understand, helping provide for something that is urs is wat IS to b done. selfish ass. i dont get it. and thank GOD i dont. im out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O REAL QUICK. lets talk about how this fucker comes to my apt. over the holidays, xmas and shit, to get masyiah. his cell phone charger is broken so he asked to use mine. im like cool. he uses it, and the next day i go to charge up my phone and this dickhead switches the fuckin chargers and STOLE MINE. WTF MAN? now i cant contact my peoples. some bullshit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807145-111143942397601302?l=msquestionable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msquestionable.blogspot.com/feeds/111143942397601302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807145&amp;postID=111143942397601302&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807145/posts/default/111143942397601302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807145/posts/default/111143942397601302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msquestionable.blogspot.com/2005/03/wat-fuc-man.html' title='WAT THE FUC MAN?!?!?!?!'/><author><name>miss24&amp;amp;counting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15807290753873828765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/730/1600/09-17-05_0253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807145.post-110988478463075534</id><published>2005-03-03T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T16:19:44.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TV JUNKY</title><content type='html'>ok so i LOOOVE tv...and really corny shit...it is really funny. last night i watched top model and smallville. tryin to catch both. ultimately top model won.&lt;br /&gt;they picked some UGLY ass chics this yr. i mean in my opinion, which means the world to me. there was one shorty on there from BOOGIE DOWN, NY. she didnt make the final 14. i started cryin. GF has it RUFF!!!!!!! word.  i jus wanted so badly for her to be on there. she isnt all that, but....... damn can she get a break. i UNDERSTAND hard times. word!!  ummm Brittany, Naima, and Noelle are the only gurls i am rooting for. and not in that order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISSYS SHOW..........JESSICA WON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES!!!! all i have to say is they fucked her song up makin it up-tempo. it should have been slow like when she sang for the 3 judges for the last time. GF had EVERY1 tearing. even dallas.  SHE HAS A FAN!!! FUCK THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and american idol....watever. i am not impressed with anyone anyway. well except for shorty wit the locks. the long ones. and mario. bomb ass voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be watching Making the Band III tonight. this should b funny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807145-110988478463075534?l=msquestionable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msquestionable.blogspot.com/feeds/110988478463075534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807145&amp;postID=110988478463075534&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807145/posts/default/110988478463075534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807145/posts/default/110988478463075534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msquestionable.blogspot.com/2005/03/tv-junky.html' title='TV JUNKY'/><author><name>miss24&amp;amp;counting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15807290753873828765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/730/1600/09-17-05_0253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807145.post-110919012801871725</id><published>2005-02-23T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T13:59:10.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ok so i havent been here in a min. i keep reading everyone elses blogs instead of writing in my own. okay so.....i want to say one thing.....FUCK 50 cent...... dat man and shit. not feeling his gangsta at all. crabs in a fuckin barrel is all i have to say...im out. BTW....I LOVE OLIVIA.!!! thats my GURLL!!!!! she does the damn thing..and been doin it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807145-110919012801871725?l=msquestionable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msquestionable.blogspot.com/feeds/110919012801871725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807145&amp;postID=110919012801871725&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807145/posts/default/110919012801871725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807145/posts/default/110919012801871725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msquestionable.blogspot.com/2005/02/shit.html' title='SHIT'/><author><name>miss24&amp;amp;counting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15807290753873828765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/730/1600/09-17-05_0253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807145.post-110426030701793034</id><published>2004-12-28T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T14:10:39.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Do I Begin?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Hmmm.....Yesterday and this morning my work day commute pattern was in disarray.Totally turned upside down.Usually the commute is as follows: on bus, read literture of chioce or listen to muscial prefernce of the day. Catch train, Green line is one or two stops, depends upon which metro station i fancy that day. Hop on the Red line, and sleep. My train commute is about 20 mins. Thats usually how it works, in the morning and evening. However, yesterday evening and this morning, couldnt sleep. I went to sit on the orange seats, not so comfortable, but u happen to fall asleep anyway (oh and dont let it b the back or front of the train car that is sectioned off by that little tinted window. man when i get on those trains, in those seats, it is DEFINITELY time to go to sleep!!!). To my atonshisment, I COULDNT SLEEP. Boy i tried, i really did. But it wasnt happening. My brain was in overdrive. I couldnt get my mind off off blogspot.com. This HAS TO BE one of the COOLEST (yes i did use that white ass word!!LOL) sites I have been to in a long time. Well other than launchcast.com. I am a video junkie. It is really sad. So....this blogspot.com has got me intrigued. U mean to tell me that there is a place where i can talk about WHATEVER (ALMOST) I want? ANYTIME I want? AAHHH the possibilities. What to do? WHAT TO DO? What is my first blog? So there u have it. That was, uhh, is the cause of my commute sleep deprivation. I needed to talk, and about something worth reading. Hell, something that can entertain me. Fa real, that is all that really matters. I want to look back and be amused. Entertained. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;So, henceforth...WHERE DO I BEGIN? I want to begin with who it began with for me. &lt;a href="http://jacksongtickle.blogspot.com"&gt;http://jacksongtickle.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. That dude right there is sick. Funny ass indiviual. Seriously. Most of his shit is worth reading. So anyway, I was @ allhiphop.com, a site that i am frequent with. Checked out the Editorial section, and was engaged in his piece, Gettin' Grown. So i deceided to check out his site (stated above), and was instantly hooked. But not jus to his blogspot. to others as well. but most important. to create my own. I have things to say!! I am interesting!!!! So...here I am. thanks Jackson G Tickle aka Panama Jackson!! dont worry, I wont ask for ur hand in marriage. U couldnt hold me down anyway. SMILE. Hopefully u will have read this, and many more to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Where was I?.......Ahh yes, so now wat? Wat do I blog about 1st? Its a coin toss btwn Xmas BS and talkin about MOI. Hmmm, which would be more interesting? Lucky U, I have decieded not to ramble on and on about lil ole me. Ur welcome. I will eventually tho.  As i stated b4, i am interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Christmas is a legal holiday where we commemorate the birth of Christ. So what is up with all the gift giving? Xmas now-a-days is all about gifts, gifts, gifts(sound like The Grinch dont I?lol). Back in the day, when i was growing up no matter where i was, we always went to NY for Xmas. Either Queens or Mt Vernon. EVERYBODY WAS ALWAYS THERE. Food, family, and friends. Now-a-days these little nigglets are unsatisfied BRATS!!!! they dont know how to act. They get thjings they dont want and act a fool. Ungrateful. Run up to the tree, grab the nicely wrapped box, rip it open and receive something that they never wanted. What do they do, look at the box. Look at you. Look at the box again with tear filled eyes, and keep searching. When all the boxes have been checked and those  OVER priced thing they wanted, they havent found, they walk somberly to the other toys and play half-heartedly. and mutter a pitiful Thanks Mommy. Then unfortunately we feel bad. "WE" (black folk) have a problem. We will go broke, let the lights get cut off, the phone off, hair not done to make a Xmas grand. Well wat we thought was grand bc those little brats are still ungrateful. But do u know y we do that Black America? Bc we have guilt. I dont know y we feel this way. Well, i suppose we want our kids to feel loved. Loved like Bobby's parents bought him a brand new PC for his new room. or Loved like Amys parents loved her enough to get her a brand new 2005 car. Maybe that is wat it is. Guilt and competition. But all we are really doing is settin ourselves up for a setback. Financially in the short and long haul. Short, shit IS gettin cut off. Long, by the time our kids are 18, our kids will b sayin "thanks mom and dad for being able to pay for my college tutution". Lets be honest, most of our black teenagers arent thinking about doing good in school until mid 11th yr or 12th. So parents of Black America, put down ur food stamps that ur about to trade for cash for Lil Man-Mans $300 kiddie motorcycle(of course he would b the only one on the blcok with it bc no one else had that many food stamps to cash in. even still, the motorcycle will get stolen from the backyard , or need to b put at Grandma house bc the landlord said u cant keep that shit in the hallway.) and invest in our children. they need to learn the real purpose of xmas and that it is also about family and giving. Giving wat u can, not want they want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Reverting bac to my xmas experiences. Aww man. the family(everyone who was alive was there), the food (that auntie such and such and grandma been cookin for 2 days), friends (ur cusins, cusins best friend that ALWAYS b @ the family gatherings bc they KNOW the food is OFF THE HOOK or ur cuzins friend from around his way that is cute as shit),and the good times. Now for my family, for me was performing. Everyone had to put on a performance. I remember me and my sis(2yrs younger. let her tell it, 1 yr and 4 mnths younger) performing Salt-n-Pepa(Everybody Get Up), and my most notable performance as Karyn White(i was Ms. White and my sister was "Back-Up Dancer Imani"). Those were the times. Everyone ha to perform. Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, People who jus came. and all that shit would get on video tape. Well except for the ending bc Uncle Such and Such was sippin a lil TOOOO much brandy (or watever it was he kept in his coat pocket!!lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Therefore, I have 2 things to say about xmas.1...ME and MY son (6yrs old. damn he knows all about gettin presents and wat not. yes i was a guilty parent this yr.) will start next ur a different type of Xmas. It will b about family. Hopefully those of the younger generation in my family will help me pull together a lil soiree and MAKE IT LIKE IT WAS......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;2.....I jus want to plug this in here. My sons fathers family are ghetto as hell and hopefully they didnt have my child up there fighting. At every gathering them fools get to fighting. Bdays, XMas, Easter, 4th of July, Memorial Day, hell a damn BBQ. Watever the occasion. Them negroes are fighting.LOL Ghettos asses.That is one thing we DID NOT TOLERATE!! AINT NO MUTHAFUCKIN FIGHTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Hope my first blog was enjoyable!!! HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! BRING IN THE NEW YEAR W/ SAFETY IN MIND!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807145-110426030701793034?l=msquestionable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msquestionable.blogspot.com/feeds/110426030701793034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807145&amp;postID=110426030701793034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807145/posts/default/110426030701793034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807145/posts/default/110426030701793034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msquestionable.blogspot.com/2004/12/where-do-i-begin.html' title='Where Do I Begin?'/><author><name>miss24&amp;amp;counting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15807290753873828765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/730/1600/09-17-05_0253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807145.post-110417174517894682</id><published>2004-12-27T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T13:22:25.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST TRYIN IT OUT!!!</title><content type='html'>although i think i already said this...it is a test, jus wanna c if this really works!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807145-110417174517894682?l=msquestionable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msquestionable.blogspot.com/feeds/110417174517894682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807145&amp;postID=110417174517894682&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807145/posts/default/110417174517894682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807145/posts/default/110417174517894682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msquestionable.blogspot.com/2004/12/just-tryin-it-out.html' title='JUST TRYIN IT OUT!!!'/><author><name>miss24&amp;amp;counting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15807290753873828765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/730/1600/09-17-05_0253.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
