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/><title>Brii`s Blurbs</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://briisblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://briisblurbs.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5218140566481534727/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Brii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920918928976682475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HovU9CdM-ZU/SZTyl_1s9GI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MuCIq5_dKA4/S220/b21.bmp" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>475</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link 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At any rate, remixes to some of my favorites don't always go so well BUT because my mans killed this I feel obligated to share it with you all.&lt;br /&gt;
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I present to you E Hutton- Rack City (remix). Listen. Like. And Share.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The type you bring around and niggas give you kudos."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218140566481534727-6724598068009643697?l=briisblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Jay dropped "Glory" for the newest girl in his life. I LOVE this song.&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course everyone on twitter is either praising it or saying it's just another Just the Two of Us (Will Smith) but I personally think the song is brilliant. Bey and Jay are very secretive about their whole relationship; from dating, to marriage, to this pregnancy. I felt the song for the mere fact that I feel Jay used it as a way to bare his heart to his fans and listeners. I don't know what's true and what's not but he mentions a miscarriage. Miscarriages are hard to deal with. If they went through that I'm sure it made their love for her even stronger (if it could be any stronger than what they initially). It such a feel good song and it makes me really see that he is truly proud to be a father. Not to mention Youngest B crying at the end!? Ugh. Too cute.&lt;br /&gt;
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"God makes no mistakes."&lt;br /&gt;
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Bless the three of them on their precious little family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218140566481534727-2452498568620571963?l=briisblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm 21 and a half years of age.&lt;br /&gt;
I have 3 semesters left until I am a dual certified special/general education teacher.&lt;br /&gt;
I have been at the same job for 4 and a half years.&lt;br /&gt;
I recently got my license and purchased my own car.&lt;br /&gt;
I pay my own insurance and buy my own gas.&lt;br /&gt;
I am a wonderful friend.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm helpful and honest and I like to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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I be forgetting how wonderful I am because I live in a constant state of&amp;nbsp;loveliness. You know, like when people you haven't seen notice that you've lost weight but you can't really tell for yourself. Yeah, like that. But every now and again I step out of myself and I look at all the great things I have done for myself and others. I see my accomplishments. I see my compassion. I see my personality as if I'm not living in it and I realize that I love it. I am so pleased with who I am. It excites me to see myself progressing and becoming such a wonderful little woman. Go me.&lt;br /&gt;
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And go you guys too! You guys are great. I love you guys.&lt;/div&gt;
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It's basically&lt;i&gt; how to explain gay rights to an idiot&lt;/i&gt; and it is brilliant and very easy to understand. She always was a wise one and constantly shared stuff with us. This was nothing short of the types of things she usually posts. Read it. Maybe you'll get a better understanding of Gay rights and see why people believe they should be able to get married.&lt;br /&gt;
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Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218140566481534727-8166570936733451145?l=briisblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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You like how I slipped that in, right?! I knew you would.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you know me personally, you know this journey has been a long exhausting one but at the right moment in time everything lined up and the stars and God said go ahead girl, you got it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have 2 more finals to take and then we can all pile up in my whip and cruise into the sunset. Make sure you buckle up for safety.&lt;br /&gt;
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I also am in the process of learning Danish...just in case I drive to Denmark sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;
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:)&lt;br /&gt;
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They could be right there too...just aren't aligned.. or the stars aren't..or something is just off.. so they miss it, completely.&lt;br /&gt;
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How sad is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218140566481534727-5762197753778264352?l=briisblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;"You think because he doesn't love you that you are worthless. You think because he doesn't want you anymore that he is right- that his judgement and opinion of you are correct. If he throws you out, then you are garbage. You think he belongs to you because you want to belong to him. Hagar, don't. It's a bad word, 'belong.' Especially when you put it with somebody you love. Love shouldn't be like that. Did you ever see the way the clouds love a mountain? They circle all around it; sometimes you can't even see the mountain for the clouds. But you know what? You go up top and what do you see? His head. The clouds never cover the head. His head pokes through, because the clouds let him; they dont wrap him up. They let him keep his head up high, free, with nothing to hide him or bind him. Hear me, Hagar?"&lt;/em&gt; He spoke to her as he would to a very young child. &lt;em&gt;"You can't own a human being. You can't lose what you don't own. Suppose you did own him. Could you really love somebody who was absolutely nobody without you? You really want somebody like that? Somebody who falls apart when you walk out the door? You don't, do you? And neither does he. You're turning over your whole life to him. Your whole life, girl. And if it means so little to you that you can just give it away, hand it to him, then why should&amp;nbsp;it mean any more to him? He can't value you more than you value yourself." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;--&lt;/em&gt; Guitar to Hagar&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;Song of Solomon&lt;/u&gt; by Toni Morrison&lt;/div&gt;
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I only wished I had been assigned to read this book a year ago. Would have saved me a whole lot of trouble. &lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Toni Morrison is deep. I can't think of a single book of her's that I haven't found to be profound, insightful, and beautifully written. The woman is a genius.&lt;/div&gt;
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Get to a library and take Song of Solomon out. Aside from what I just posted, the whole book is deep and I honestly loved it. I'm sad it's over! :( (I'm always sad when good books are over.)&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm fine!&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm not ducking any ex-boyfriends (That was deactivation 1...sort of). I'm not hiding dirty pictures from potential employees (...that is kind of true though. The leopard and leather was a LOT apparently.)&lt;br /&gt;
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I just wanted a break from facebook. Last time I was facebook-less I was in such a better place. I slowly tried to reintroduce it in to my life and I constantly get distracted. Not because I'm some addict and need to see updates and foolishness (I promise that's not the case. The newsfeed is probably the least entertaining piece of Facebook), I simply allow myself to get all in to it. Nothing even goes on on facebook, aside from all the chat boxes of people telling me to answer my text messages or phone calls...at that point I'm not going to answer and we'll just proceed with our conversation in the little white box.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've been good with out it yet again..and it's only been a few days. I haven't been on twitter either. Ahh... social network free. (Aside from my yelp..does that count? I don't have many pictures and it's more about the reviews than anything else Speaking of that.. go to my yelp!&lt;a href="http://brittany-a.yelp.com/" target="_blank"&gt; brittany-a.yelp.com&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;
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Needless to say, of COURSE I've been getting more work done and catching up on plenty of reading. By next week I should be able to introduce another book for leisure purposes and not just school motivated reading. I'm swamped with like 3 books right now. Which is my usual number of books per reading BUT when I have to write all these intense responses and so often I don't have time to kick it with any other reading. I've been trying to get ahead in these so I can throw something else in the mix.. we'll see where that goes.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've also been consuming my time with Words with Friends. Trying to become a worderbeast(wilder beast..get it? Ehh.) like Ann. My cousin is champ. I'm trying to come up and I've gotten better.&lt;br /&gt;
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Trying to get back on my blogging because I don't think I have to tell you all but I have clearly been slacking.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm also working on strengthening the budding new friendships I have and of course the good old ones. New friends are so cool. (Maybe I'll let you guys in on how that's going..possible future post.)&lt;br /&gt;
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I just wish Ma could understand that every time I deactivate my facebook does not mean I'm in some boy trouble. I'm only worried about Brittany right now. And there is truly nothing to be worried about. I'm great right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218140566481534727-7494676757195321119?l=briisblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Anyways.. interracial dating! (Now watch all the sistah souljah's&amp;nbsp; and black panthers exit the page. &lt;strong&gt;BYE&lt;/strong&gt;!) I think of interracial dating as .. regular dating because the color of your skin NEVER made you dateable or not.&lt;br /&gt;
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I been Mrs. Timberlake and even went so far as to somehow obtain Zac Efron's phone number (dont ask how. And I DID call but freaked out and hung up when he picked up. lol I WAS SHAKING!) and never saw a problem with it.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are some folks out there hooting and hollering about interracial couples. Like.. are you serious? What are we ?? Friggin slaves!? Let it go and let love flow.&lt;br /&gt;
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This was brought on by&amp;nbsp;the thang hitting my phone (don't ask lol). After a longgg conversation with his delcious self .. I carried on&amp;nbsp;with my night&amp;nbsp;and then, just as I crawled into my bed to go to sleep, I peeped that Something New was on! I LOVEEE Something New (The movie with Sanaa Lathan and she's set up on a blind date with Brian, a white landscaping architect, and she storms out of the coffee shop mad that her friend hooked her up with &lt;em&gt;the white man&lt;/em&gt;.) I was appauled at Kenya's (They would give her such an ethnic name...theatrical purposes.) behavior. One, Brian is delicious! Two, he was&amp;nbsp;a total gentleman. Three, he peeped her whole swag complimenting the girl with the dreads and looking all longingly at the black couples around.. tryna be down. lol Anyways, eveytime I watch this movie I'm shocked at her behavior and then I realize there are people today that would behave the same way she did. &lt;br /&gt;
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Then this morning I heard my mom playing ms. relationship guru to (basically) a cousin of mine, who (from what I gathered eaves dropping) met some italian thang (like my little blue eyed charcter) and was considering not letting him take her out because he's white (and successful with a great job, and a nice car..silly girl!). Ma cleared her foolishness up real quick and encouraged her to go. "Never mind color, if he treats you right you do what you have to do."&lt;br /&gt;
WHICH IS EXACTLY WHAT I'M SAYING!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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A person's race or ethnicity should not, in any way shape or form, impact you're decision on letting that person into your life. Just like in the movie, Kenya was being encouraged to be open to new things. If we limit ourselves to one specific thing there are plenty of oppurtunities and relationships we'll be missing out on. How do YOU know your soul mate isn't Italian!? or Mexican? Or German!?.. You DON'T know. So if Mr. German comes along and he's cool aside from being german why would you put him in the undateable category!? Exactly..NO REASON! So don't do it. Be open. Don't &lt;em&gt;discrimi&lt;strong&gt;hate!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyways, here's a clip from the movie.&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Skez1XWVfYg" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I would roll Simon Baker up in a pita wrap and sprinkle cheese and guac on him.. like.. was&amp;nbsp;she serious rushing out of that date!?! That man is beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218140566481534727-842341135347121687?l=briisblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Some people get it and some people don't.&lt;br /&gt;
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I could care less if they get it..but I will admit, it's a lot more fun when they do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218140566481534727-8524187824984241552?l=briisblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Yeah.. it wasn't even like that this time! lol &lt;br /&gt;
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E. Hutton!&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't care what he decides to make his rapper name. He'll forever be Heartthrob Hutton!&lt;br /&gt;
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#thatisall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218140566481534727-7575514791570253568?l=briisblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And I'm really hurting watching Snooki going through it like this. Of course I re-watched last week's episode. When she screamed he was mean I had a flashback.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mean boyfriends are the worst. The absolute worst.&lt;br /&gt;
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She explained it perfectly. She isn't happy with him but she loves him. Sucks to feel like that. &lt;br /&gt;
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So here I am blogging an air hug to my Snooki. I love Snooki. And I don't ever want her to feel like that. It is such a terrible feeling.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fxk Jionni. She stays with him and he's probably a better dude now.. but FXK him for making her feel like that. So mean.&lt;br /&gt;
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MEANIE!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I just had an epiphany. This stupid Frank Ocean song just... I was going to say ruined everything but.. I don't know. Nothing is really ruined. I'm assuming it put some things into perspective.. although, I'm not sure what. Songs do that. They may not directly correlate with your life but they make you think of things and you form the connections yourself, even if they don't even make any sense lol&lt;br /&gt;
whatever.&lt;br /&gt;
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*I severly&amp;nbsp;edited this post lol I took out all the things that made it special because I was sharing too much. Enjoy what was left.*&lt;br /&gt;
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Bye.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh yeah.. just listen. It's such a pretty song. You may cry though.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;No ill feelings and no judging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope you all can accept that as enough and just respect my dissappearance. For whatever its worth, you all have my word that I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;
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Scouts honor.&lt;br /&gt;
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...(I always wished I was a girl Scout. My daughter is going to be in&amp;nbsp;everything she wants to be. That's&amp;nbsp;a promise to my self and her unborn self. She's going to have it all.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now, the Entourage season finale is coming on.. so I'll have to get back to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218140566481534727-5238432802650927896?l=briisblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Needless to say I'm happy I'll be out of NY... not so happy about being with Ma on vakay (she gets annoying and crazy quickly). But hopefully I'll keep the positive thoughts flowing and we can all have a grand old time. &lt;br /&gt;
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Now..should I do my hair before I go?! This will def be a rush job and Ma not even tryna help a sister out. It would be awesome for vakay though.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Sandy beaches, hot weather, and not a single mother effer I know from NY..Perfect way to end the summer.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hopefully I can sneak a visit in with Mini. I'd love to see her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218140566481534727-8132806379454206450?l=briisblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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If you know me you KNOW I don't do anything with my hair lol..But I wanna do something. &lt;br /&gt;
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I saw the perfect style today too. Perfect to get me over to the natural side of life.. Now.. to do it.. or not to do it? That is the question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218140566481534727-7637130146315462569?l=briisblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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V-Nasty said, "Yall mad at that .Yall need to be mad about this album I'm about to drop on yall!"...and she opened up with "On some real nxgga shxt though..." LOL&lt;br /&gt;
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Legit. I stood up and saluted her (my lap top). Perfect response.&amp;nbsp;Eff these nxggas lol&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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You guys are&amp;nbsp;mad at her though!?&lt;br /&gt;
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I swear, people be worried about all the wrong things! You say nxgga all day, be disrespectful as hell with it; the minute some one of another race says it..everybody is upset. Grow up. If it was such a problem&amp;nbsp;YOU wouldn't say it at all. People are so dumb! I love that she really does not give a flying frig about what you haters have to say though. Kudos to her.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I'm running the streets with my angel princess and she says nxgga everybody's ears perk up..like.. they're going to do something about it! Like&amp;nbsp;really..you're mad?! Nobody is mad! You can't be mad if you say it yourself. You simply can't. That's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;
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White Girl Mob beeeettchhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218140566481534727-8784785174650721958?l=briisblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
SMFH&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But atleast I know how much I've fcked up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can correct it. Give me 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I'm capable of this. I've done it before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218140566481534727-2212719255606673638?l=briisblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;"Don't have a relationship-esque argument with someone you are not in a relationship with!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I said that ALL the time. My little motto lol I talked to people and I was 100% myself and if someone I was talking to had a problem with something I said or did... and wanted to argue with me about it..I thought that was stupid. There was no commitment. No need to stay here and defend things and argue about things. We aren't even together. This is what it is. This is who I am. You didn't like that? That's unfortunate..but I'm not going to argue with you and try to convince you of anything. &lt;br /&gt;
They never understand that. "You don't even deny the shxt!"..."So you a thug? You just do whatever the fxk you want!?"..this is the foolishness I'd hear and I'd respond, "I never claimed to be a thug. I simply see no point in arguing with you if there is nothing keeping us together. Clearly this won't work. Don't force it."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I preserved arguements for people I wanted to hold on to. Things I was willing to fight for. Things that mattered..&lt;br /&gt;
Somewhere along the lines I lost all that and started arguing outside of legitamate relationships. That's how people get confused and think they have the authority to talk to you any type of way. Say whatever they want. "Thug you" if I may. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I think it's a confidence thing. You could not tell me a &lt;b&gt;damn thing&lt;/b&gt; at 16 and 17 so I wasn't afraid to say whatever I wanted. I wasn't afraid of losing anyone so I told them to keep it moving. If I mattered enough they stuck around, if I didn't it wasn't worth it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now I don't know what the hell my rule is. I still don't think it makes sense to argue with someone who isn't in a relationship with me. You don't even care enough to make it official (even though this official thing truly is only a title situation) then you don't get the privilege of having me fight to be in a relationship with you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I be out here acting up though. Arguing with people I don't care about...or maybe I do??o_O.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
...There goes that face again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218140566481534727-7333368770283020557?l=briisblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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No, this isn't a continuation of the break down the other day lol This is simply just the fact that I really need a vacation. Gotham City is getting to me yet again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh New York. This relationship is so bittersweet. I couldn't live anywhere else but I hate living here sometimes. It's such a fake place to live in. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suppose the whole world has its fair share of fakeness..but I just feel so much here. If I went on vacation, all the people I meet could be fake..but it wouldn't even matter because I'd probably only be in contact with them for the duration of that trip...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I truly must go. I just wanna lay out on a quiet beach...play some music... zone..cry my good old beach cry and bask in all things wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My staycations are cutting it.&lt;br /&gt;
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You're not allowed to flirt with boys from your friend's past. Whether she liked him, they talked, they dated, they were in some weird bestfriend but I really love you relationship, ..you're NOT under any circumstances allowed to flirt with him! That's skeevy and conniving. Especially when you KNOW how tight your friend would be. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don't be on facebook liking all the nxgga pictures and&amp;nbsp;winky facing. It's inappropriate and definite&amp;nbsp;grounds for being cut the eff off!&lt;br /&gt;
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Good thing I only have one friend&amp;nbsp;that doesn't understand this concept...smh Poor thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218140566481534727-567825866640164775?l=briisblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I'm 21 with not a single thing to show for it...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don't even know what I'd want to show..but there really isn't anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5218140566481534727-899261109309137223?l=briisblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Okay, let's pretend the guy or girl you're talking to is on some friggin facebook rant. Going off about how bxtches/nxggas aren't to be trusted. And how every&amp;nbsp;girl/guy is a hoe or a slime..yada yada yada. Now you have plenty of mutual friends that are fully aware that you guys are.. linked... (lol linked is the only word I could think of that says together but not together.. a chain has links..and they connect but they aren't like.. on top of each other.. ...it made sense in my head :/). Now, sounds like shorty&amp;nbsp; is going off on you! Doesn't it!? Sounds like YOU DA HOE! YOU DA SLIME! ...&lt;br /&gt;
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...and if not you..then ..who? o_O&lt;br /&gt;
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That becomes a whole nother situation. Because you can't assume it's you. That's stepping out of line. You have no authority to ask any such question..(atleast in my head you don't).&lt;br /&gt;
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If it's some next person and shorty feels so distraught over it, enough to unleash a&amp;nbsp;social network tirade, that next person may be a little further ahead in the line then you are, which to me means it would then be my time to step back and let shorty and the "hoe" or "slime" figure it out. They won't make it through if they have little old me (or you) in the back round interupting the love connection. &lt;br /&gt;
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..And don't you all go assuming this is some personal foolishness. Just a thought I had.&lt;br /&gt;
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