<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-933645144533104676</id><updated>2024-09-06T14:52:21.760-04:00</updated><category term="Relationships"/><category term="men"/><category term="women"/><category term="love"/><category term="sex"/><category term="Holidays"/><category term="cheating"/><category term="man"/><category term="Danyell"/><category term="Dyella"/><category term="New Year"/><category term="Pressure"/><category term="R.KELLY"/><category term="Time"/><category term="Timing"/><category term="camera phone"/><category term="confrontation"/><category term="cupid"/><category term="justyella"/><category term="patience"/><category term="sexting"/><category term="texting"/><category term="valentine&#39;s day"/><title type='text'>Diary of A Mad Light Skinned Woman</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whopissedheroff.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933645144533104676/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whopissedheroff.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dyella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820299108226464302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1b0uREQiV1bjevZD-43EZh-q-mms7vGuLCfMvXd0bm5V_ntKDNzpMfg0-57Lf2REno8eI2v5HE4CJPfOXqVZxWK7AzUmF0RcXlPzdR-5oZ2NsPjsaY5MBq_9uJHNWtw/s220/___DYeLLa___.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933645144533104676.post-5314627198804450415</id><published>2012-02-02T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T17:52:47.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner and Drinks, On Who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBQLsbKv73XhTFTWNYhWduxgBSxZOW2xxX6hqwX2IjCrnvJF4TVwQzBFGYZWqHhSJCA0ZABE0itjigiSVfDujIbAw1m3KyKik688qQ-27V4s9dh-0TFPBWRbD2bpXCNwtTLqP2VcnuyLI/s1600/black-couple-holding-hands-dinner1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;292&quot; sda=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBQLsbKv73XhTFTWNYhWduxgBSxZOW2xxX6hqwX2IjCrnvJF4TVwQzBFGYZWqHhSJCA0ZABE0itjigiSVfDujIbAw1m3KyKik688qQ-27V4s9dh-0TFPBWRbD2bpXCNwtTLqP2VcnuyLI/s320/black-couple-holding-hands-dinner1.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Fellas, are you tired of footing the bill every time yall go out? Are you tired of being the first one to pick up the check when it comes?&amp;nbsp; Do you think she is a fraud screaming she is independent but won&#39;t pay the bill? Do you feel like you are being used for a hot meal and drinks?...... Well guess what?... You are lucky that is ALL you&#39;re paying for.&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you really think having sex with you every night is worth me fu*king up my $50 dollar blow out? I know you love long silky hair sooo give me the money for that instead of paying for dinner. Not to mention, I know how you don&#39;t like it hairy down there, so my wax only cost me $100, I accept checks and direct deposits. Also, I had to go get my mani and pedi done &#39;cause you hate chipped polish but that&#39;s only $40 since I didn&#39;t do acrylic &#39;cause you hate fake anything, soooo can you give me the money for that as well instead of paying for dinner? One more thing boo, I know I said it was a favor at first to run your errands but since we getting technical.... As an assistant I charge a daily rate, this can be discussed at your leisure so you may determine how much of my free time you want me to dedicate to your &lt;strike&gt;bullshit&lt;/strike&gt;..I mean errands. I can go on, but I won&#39;t!&lt;br /&gt;
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So the solution is.. Pay for my dinners and drinks while you sit across from me in your fitted hat that&#39;s covering your head &#39;cause you didn&#39;t feel like getting a hair cut along with your white/black tee that looks like it took&amp;nbsp;a lot of thought to put on, along with your sneakers looking like you are leaving straight from dinner to go hoop, and Shut the fu*ck up... or you can start being the lady in this relationship and start doing my dishes, cooking, cleaning, and running my errands.&amp;nbsp; Men don&#39;t realize we put up with alot from&amp;nbsp;them and the least&amp;nbsp;they can do is pay for a dinner.&amp;nbsp; Do you know how many times we have turned our heads from the &quot;other&quot; women you are entertaining as well?&amp;nbsp; Maybe that&#39;s why you&#39;re complaining &#39;cause your paying for too many dinners and can&#39;t catch a break.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m not saying women should never pay, but I am saying men should not be complaining because she didn&#39;t! Oh and ladies, you can try to impress a man by proving a point that you&#39;re not like the other chicks who won&#39;t pay but it won&#39;t prevent him from treating you like them.&amp;nbsp; If a man wants you, he wants you!&amp;nbsp; Think about how many men you have offered to pay dinner for and think about how many of them are still around? .... I&#39;ll wait....... *waiting*.... actually... I got something to do. BYE!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogger.com/goog_1478539329&quot;&gt;As&amp;nbsp;a child&amp;nbsp;it is taught to females to be gentle, to be loving, and to show feelings and emotions while males are taught to be rough, be tough, and show no signs of weakness or emotion.&amp;nbsp; (&quot;You bet not cry boy or imma bust ya in ya chest!&quot;) Therefore, we can not fault a man for not knowing what to do with his feelings for a woman especially when she has the capability to&amp;nbsp;make him weak in the knees, have a&amp;nbsp;soft heart for her, and show emotions (all the things he was taught not to do).&amp;nbsp; Women happen to know what they want out of a relationship before a man can decide what he is going to eat for breakfast &#39;cause we test our waters more often than men when it comes to relationships.&amp;nbsp; Our hearts have been broken time and time again and we manage to pick up enough pieces to carelessly love the next man.&amp;nbsp; We have been lead down many misleading paths of love only&amp;nbsp;to find that it was a dead end that lead to nowhere... but we washed our eyes with a few tears to see clearly the direction we need to go to get back to &quot;I CAN&#39;T STAND MEN AVENUE.&quot;&amp;nbsp; For men, dealing with heartache is not as easy.&amp;nbsp; When a man is hurt for the first time, he is destroyed, causing him to build a wall so thick around his heart it will take a few years of hammering by different women to successfully knock it down.&amp;nbsp; His first heartbreak will cause him to run from commitment&amp;nbsp;and you when you even think about&amp;nbsp;pressuring him to&amp;nbsp;commit.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogger.com/goog_1478539329&quot;&gt;The saying is &quot;Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus,&quot; meaning that we are from two different planets and see almost everythig with different views.&amp;nbsp; We are almost NEVER on the same page because wome tend to read the entire book while men are still reading the index page.&amp;nbsp; We must learn as women to be patient with men and understand they have a different mentality when it comes to down to relationships.&amp;nbsp; When you put pressure on a relationship that is not quite ready, you are setting yourself up for failure. Women need to let the man control the pace of a relationship in order for him to feel comfortable enough to let his guard down with us.&amp;nbsp; Do not ruin a good thing because you are impatient and feel the need to speed things up by putting a title on things, just make sure you play you role and play it well.&amp;nbsp; If you really want him to commit to you, don&#39;t play girlfriend if you are NOT his girlfriend.&amp;nbsp; Don&#39;t be so available to him like you would be if you were his girlfriend.&amp;nbsp;Let him see what it is like without you being around as much, get MIA on his ass.&amp;nbsp;Make him sense that another man COULD be a threat.&amp;nbsp; They key is to MAKE him want you to be his girlfriend by not being his girlfriend.&amp;nbsp; Men like a challenge and they also like to&amp;nbsp;chase...but not so much he runs out of breath.&amp;nbsp; Make him feel like he has you at his finger tips but definitely not in his palms.&amp;nbsp; Give him a little but make him give you a lot (sexually, financially, however you play your game).&amp;nbsp; He will finally feel a NEED to make you his girlfried and will be asking you &quot;What are we?... Are we just talking or are we together yet?....Where is this relationship going?... Are we exclusive? If he doesn&#39;t.... HE&#39; JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU! BITCH GIVE UP!!!!! (I&#39;m sorry).&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! :)&amp;nbsp;Excuse the font.. I effed some ish up and don&#39;t feel like fixing it.. YOU CAN STILL READ The shit.. Have a great day! :)&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whopissedheroff.blogspot.com/feeds/6187292365895077676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whopissedheroff.blogspot.com/2010/12/pressure-makes-diamonds-not.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933645144533104676/posts/default/6187292365895077676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933645144533104676/posts/default/6187292365895077676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whopissedheroff.blogspot.com/2010/12/pressure-makes-diamonds-not.html' title='Pressure Makes Diamonds-NOT RELATIONSHIPS'/><author><name>Dyella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820299108226464302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1b0uREQiV1bjevZD-43EZh-q-mms7vGuLCfMvXd0bm5V_ntKDNzpMfg0-57Lf2REno8eI2v5HE4CJPfOXqVZxWK7AzUmF0RcXlPzdR-5oZ2NsPjsaY5MBq_9uJHNWtw/s220/___DYeLLa___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1HVuvw_CzyuJvSsD19rxuDc39QJyPPdigaABvcr1ywoJq1oJZMayfgyM1GQkT8ipduDP0hDsq0f2aCdOO9B_FrorQ21nuiE8cBY_k87IPdSRTcZoIEQ0EbW7dxzY74vslKSk690jLwuI/s72-c/pressure.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933645144533104676.post-5219301511158311898</id><published>2010-03-04T03:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T03:23:49.825-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cheating"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="men"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="R.KELLY"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationships"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="women"/><title type='text'>When A Woman&#39;s Fed Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaX33Aj-2awfPx-afPm81LMlyTFTiZsIJtmRtR6ip2w9gI7Xp6VekwuM-hFGLyNz39DOFYZ5VwJqKHRvM8ghcgOUqY2-paVesz5gVhwyFcdDBOrBVZ6skad9UQ2FOCnhgVcQSSfjAfvsw/s1600-h/breaking%2520up.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;308&quot; kt=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaX33Aj-2awfPx-afPm81LMlyTFTiZsIJtmRtR6ip2w9gI7Xp6VekwuM-hFGLyNz39DOFYZ5VwJqKHRvM8ghcgOUqY2-paVesz5gVhwyFcdDBOrBVZ6skad9UQ2FOCnhgVcQSSfjAfvsw/s400/breaking%2520up.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
R.Kelly said it best, &quot;when a woman&#39;s fed up, there ain&#39;t nothing you can do about it!&quot; Have you ever been so head over heels for a guy that you let him get away with everything, no matter how bad it makes you hurt inside? You keep letting him get away with his obvious lies because you have faith that he will (one day) change. When will you ladies learn that Ni99as ain&#39;t shit and they will do to you what you allow them to do to?&lt;br /&gt;
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It takes a woman to get dogged all the way out before she finally says &quot;I&#39;m done!&quot; Why must this be the process to let go of a not good for shit dude? I&#39;m sure he showed you signs in the beginning of your relationship that he wasn&#39;t shit, but you was too stupid to notice them. Let me give you examples:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;1. He doesn&#39;t make you a priority, you are his last minute plan, but you are fooled because you are just happy to get a second of his time, even if its after 1am. NOT ACCEPTABLE! Cut him off until he makes an effort to put you at the top of his list of things to do! Wait, not &quot;to do&quot; but you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. He is only reachable when he wants to be reachable, meaning he disappears and has every excuse under the sun of why his phone was off. &quot;Baby, I was in the studio, my phone died, I left my phone, my phone broke, my phone was on silent, etc.&quot; These excuses can be true, but if it happens consistently at 3pm everyday, you need to CUT HIM OFF until he learns to be more available to you and stop feeding you with bullshit ass excuses.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. You never go to his house, but he always welcome to yours. Why is that acceptable? You make it okay because you &quot;prefer&quot; to be in the comfort of &quot;your&quot; home when you know down deep you really want to see how he is living or better yet, WHO is living with him. You need to go at least once just to know. If he refuses you to see where he lives, you need to refuse any other contact with him because he is hiding something. CUT HIM OFF!&lt;br /&gt;
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Now for the fellas, sometimes you tend to bite off more than you can chew, let me explain. You find a girl that you are initially interested in, she does everything you want a woman to do, but its just not challenging enough. You then drift off and become less interested and treat her any kind of way because you know that she will always be there. Once she finally comes to her senses and kicks you to the curb, you then realize a lil too late that you just eff&#39;d up something that could have been great. Now you want to do all the things that she has always been asking you to do...(Spend time and give her attention) but now she ain&#39;t hearing none of that! My advice to you is you can try your hand but she will always have some type of resentment toward you and she will never be the same toward you because you played around with her time and heart when she was nothing but good to you. To avoid this, be straight up with her, tell her you&#39;re not ready for a relationship but when you are, you will let her know. A lot of you men think a woman can&#39;t handle the turth but in honesty, MEN CAN&#39;T! The truth eats more at a man that it does a woman.&amp;nbsp; The truth may upset a woman but she will not resent you.&amp;nbsp; You can play around with the chicken heads all day and night, but not the one you&amp;nbsp; see being THE ONE for you, &quot;cause when a woman&#39;s fed up, there aint nothing you can do about it!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I&#39;ve included my favorite lyrics from the song that basically say what I just said but in a R.Kelly artistic flow lol :) &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can cry a river &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&#39;Till an ocean starts to form, yeah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;But she will always remember &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Cuz she&#39;s a woman scorned &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;And if you ever get her back &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;It will never be the same &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;She&#39;s cuttin&#39; the corners of her eyes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Every time she see your face &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Now your trust is out the door &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;She don&#39;t want you no more &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;You used to tell your boys, not me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;And she would always be there for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;If you had took the time to see &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;What that woman meant to you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Is what the mirror said to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Click the link to download the song! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/When-Womans-Fed-Radio-Version/dp/B00137G7LK?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=diary0fa-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;When A Woman&#39;s Fed Up (Radio Version)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;1&quot; src=&quot;http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=diary0fa-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B00137G7LK&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important;&quot; width=&quot;1&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whopissedheroff.blogspot.com/feeds/5219301511158311898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whopissedheroff.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-womans-fed-up.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933645144533104676/posts/default/5219301511158311898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933645144533104676/posts/default/5219301511158311898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whopissedheroff.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-womans-fed-up.html' title='When A Woman&#39;s Fed Up'/><author><name>Dyella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820299108226464302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1b0uREQiV1bjevZD-43EZh-q-mms7vGuLCfMvXd0bm5V_ntKDNzpMfg0-57Lf2REno8eI2v5HE4CJPfOXqVZxWK7AzUmF0RcXlPzdR-5oZ2NsPjsaY5MBq_9uJHNWtw/s220/___DYeLLa___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaX33Aj-2awfPx-afPm81LMlyTFTiZsIJtmRtR6ip2w9gI7Xp6VekwuM-hFGLyNz39DOFYZ5VwJqKHRvM8ghcgOUqY2-paVesz5gVhwyFcdDBOrBVZ6skad9UQ2FOCnhgVcQSSfjAfvsw/s72-c/breaking%2520up.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933645144533104676.post-8154464458742166028</id><published>2010-02-14T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T13:39:15.955-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cupid"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Holidays"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="man"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="men"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationships"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="valentine&#39;s day"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="women"/><title type='text'>To Hell With Cupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-gTM5jgD0rCd2o46cUO9a599kESX5GXen_wdNss5PEzCKsBIf09zRYxUfmfSm4ULRyVyJ6HHWdEhUFIZ_qlioJEXfNnSnZMOlAib-avMUOVAyYivrPvzUX0OVSrMqlkgsoELJY4FLDDg/s1600-h/death+to+cupid.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; ct=&quot;true&quot; height=&quot;444&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-gTM5jgD0rCd2o46cUO9a599kESX5GXen_wdNss5PEzCKsBIf09zRYxUfmfSm4ULRyVyJ6HHWdEhUFIZ_qlioJEXfNnSnZMOlAib-avMUOVAyYivrPvzUX0OVSrMqlkgsoELJY4FLDDg/s640/death+to+cupid.bmp&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;First I&#39;d like to say Happy Valentine&#39;s Day, even though most of us are not so happy on this day. A lot of you are realizing the relationship you thought you were in is not as serious as you thought. Today you might have found out you were a side dish and not the main course or maybe your man just didn&#39;t give enough shit about you to make you feel special on this day. Whatever the case may be, don&#39;t let this determine your outlook on love and life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Valentine&#39;s day is for suckers, people who need validation in their relationships (most of us). Some people take this day serious and some do not. If your man did nothing for you on this day, do not hold it against him IF he makes you feel special everyday. If a man only makes you feel special on this day with a basic ass dinner and a movie, I hope you do not drop your panties soon after. Those are common things you should do in a relationship anyway, not just on Valentine&#39;s Day. Women you need to raise your standards with men and stop letting them WOW you with things they are already supposed to do. It kills me every year on Valentine&#39;s day when I see a man and a woman walking hand and hand into a movie and she has the biggest smile on her face as if she is walking down the aisle to get married. Now, I do not know if they had mind blowing sex before hand or not, but I&#39;m sure she was just happy they were going on a date.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you do have someone NEW in your life and you did not put it out there to the person you are dealing with how important Valentine&#39;s Day is to you, then you can not be mad at him if he does nothing for you. Men sometimes need to be guided and given directions on how to make you happy. If you sat back and threw hints at him and he did nothing and made no effort to do anything for you on this day, do not write of him off just yet... Again, this is a made up holiday for suckers and he may not be a sucker... Especially if he makes you feel special on other days besides this day. If you told him and he gave you a lot of excuses of why he can not fulfill your needs on this day, I believe it is safe to say &quot;He ain&#39;t shit!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;If you are single, this day should be just another single ass day in your single ass life. Why is it that you wait &#39;til Valentine&#39;s day to get depressed about being alone? If you have kids, family, and friends, make this day about them and stop worrying about not having a man. He will come at some point in your life, JUST NOT TODAY! Bad Timing...(Evil laugh). *see last blog for Bad timing reference*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Anyway, have a good day, treat yourself to something if nobody else will and go see Valentine wit your single friends and have a good laugh... To hell with Cupid and ni99as&lt;br /&gt;
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How many of you have been in a &quot;situation&quot; (aka non-committed relationship)&amp;nbsp;with someone, and you think your &quot;situation&quot; is about to go to the next level.... until they hit you with the &quot;I&#39;m not ready for a girlfriend right now?&quot; You&amp;nbsp;start to&amp;nbsp;think there is something&amp;nbsp;wrong with you or there is another girl (could be). You start thinking &quot;what can I do to change his mind?.....Should I lose weight?..Should I jiggle his balls in my mouth?...Should I show him I am girlfriend material and cook his favorite meal?... Or should I break out my sexiest lingerie and ride him like a wild bull while jiggling his balls in my mouth?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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The answer is none of the above, the ni99a aint ready! Stop trying to read between the lines because he said what he meant and there are no lines to read between. Either he does not&amp;nbsp;want YOU to be his girlfriend or he really just does not&amp;nbsp;have TIME for one.&amp;nbsp; Plain and simple! There is this thing that works against us that women do not&amp;nbsp;understand called&amp;nbsp;&quot;TIMING.&quot; A lot of relationships do not work because of bad TIMING. There is nothing&amp;nbsp;you can do to change or make it go faster, it is something you have to deal with. You can wait around and hope that he sees you are the one for him, or you can leave and make him realize what he is&amp;nbsp;missing out on. He then may realize his clock said 6pm and not 6am and come back for you. I am&amp;nbsp;not saying if you leave him he will&amp;nbsp;come back to you when he is ready but at least you are not waiting on his clock to sync up with yours wich it may never do so.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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So stop putting the pressure on your man when he says that right now is not a good TIME for a relationship or if he mentions anything that deals with Time.. even if he sounds like he is about to say Time and just says Tim, just let that man be! Take a few steps back and protect your heart, but keep in contact with him if this is somebody you really want in your life.&amp;nbsp; You can always be there for&amp;nbsp;him but you can not force him into something he is not ready for (a relationship).&amp;nbsp; Forcing yourself on to him is only going to hurt YOU and push him away from you.&amp;nbsp; He told you straight up now is not the&amp;nbsp;time so&amp;nbsp;go&amp;nbsp;sit down somewhere and respect his decision.&lt;br /&gt;
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(Just a random rant about Timing because I have heard this story way too much in the past month)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whopissedheroff.blogspot.com/feeds/6810098731800631257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whopissedheroff.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-you-know-what-time-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933645144533104676/posts/default/6810098731800631257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933645144533104676/posts/default/6810098731800631257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whopissedheroff.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-you-know-what-time-it-is.html' title='Do You Know What Time It Is?'/><author><name>Dyella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820299108226464302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1b0uREQiV1bjevZD-43EZh-q-mms7vGuLCfMvXd0bm5V_ntKDNzpMfg0-57Lf2REno8eI2v5HE4CJPfOXqVZxWK7AzUmF0RcXlPzdR-5oZ2NsPjsaY5MBq_9uJHNWtw/s220/___DYeLLa___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu0VmSWyx6K3g0zRlFmMdPqqW4sEF5oaBgoTAeyL7hHMduHhHwwmcMBH7XUrCHmL_DRjRH75_1ZwqYq8b20uDaKZcgUFt1u6HxJJybgZDgqoq3-wFaD5hBW3VA988fqHSgyK81a6OI-rY/s72-c/bad+timing.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933645144533104676.post-1649410711892329863</id><published>2010-01-13T04:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T05:02:07.513-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="men"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationships"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="women"/><title type='text'>Sack Chasing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB_c7qEBaL1m5vBvHg7zHfvCCRCGMWXuseKPe5jyTt1cR-d3W6HKbQGNEir8QsDK7KcgxgPWeXQeDNujw6LT7bFY2RcRrIho72DziEfXBBw9Vm24LS4Mz0aVidL-yeZh8sQkw2pUGS5IA/s1600-h/cheating-husband-450a121208-1258748685.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; ps=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB_c7qEBaL1m5vBvHg7zHfvCCRCGMWXuseKPe5jyTt1cR-d3W6HKbQGNEir8QsDK7KcgxgPWeXQeDNujw6LT7bFY2RcRrIho72DziEfXBBw9Vm24LS4Mz0aVidL-yeZh8sQkw2pUGS5IA/s320/cheating-husband-450a121208-1258748685.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Spain (Explain) something to me.&amp;nbsp; Why do you chase after men who clearly do not want you?&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m talking about, you on some groupie ish, he didn&#39;t personally invite you to his event but you are the first in the door with perfect attendance EVERY TIME.&amp;nbsp; How will you ever know if he really wants you there if you invite yourself every time?&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes women just need to fall back to see how much a man really thinks about her.&amp;nbsp; When you continuously throw yourself at him, he will expect that and know that you will always be there.&amp;nbsp; When you decide to fall back and let him take full control of the situation, you will see if the ni**a is really for you or not.&amp;nbsp; If he really want you around, you will be the first person he calls because he has not heard from you in awhile and misses your presence.&amp;nbsp; If he really want you around, he will call you to request dinner, movies, a meet up or something.&amp;nbsp; He isn&#39;t just going to let you fade to black and be done.&amp;nbsp; He is going to be concerned why you are being scarce and not so into everything he is doing.&lt;br /&gt;
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A man loves a chase but he doesn&#39;t like being chased so much.&amp;nbsp; Of course he may think it is cute in the beginning, but real talk, he loves it when you are a little mysterious and not so available.&amp;nbsp; My advice is to keep busy, always have plans, and fit him in where he can get in.&amp;nbsp; Stop being so available and there at his beck and call.&amp;nbsp; A man will not appreciate you until he realizes what he is missing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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To sum up this drunken blog, YES I&#39;M DRUNK, but I&#39;m not stupid.... MAKE HIM MISS YOU!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whopissedheroff.blogspot.com/feeds/1649410711892329863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whopissedheroff.blogspot.com/2010/01/spain-explain-something-to-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933645144533104676/posts/default/1649410711892329863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933645144533104676/posts/default/1649410711892329863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whopissedheroff.blogspot.com/2010/01/spain-explain-something-to-me.html' title='Sack Chasing'/><author><name>Dyella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820299108226464302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1b0uREQiV1bjevZD-43EZh-q-mms7vGuLCfMvXd0bm5V_ntKDNzpMfg0-57Lf2REno8eI2v5HE4CJPfOXqVZxWK7AzUmF0RcXlPzdR-5oZ2NsPjsaY5MBq_9uJHNWtw/s220/___DYeLLa___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB_c7qEBaL1m5vBvHg7zHfvCCRCGMWXuseKPe5jyTt1cR-d3W6HKbQGNEir8QsDK7KcgxgPWeXQeDNujw6LT7bFY2RcRrIho72DziEfXBBw9Vm24LS4Mz0aVidL-yeZh8sQkw2pUGS5IA/s72-c/cheating-husband-450a121208-1258748685.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933645144533104676.post-4315173111108080315</id><published>2010-01-09T19:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T19:30:57.124-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cheating"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="confrontation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="man"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationships"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="women"/><title type='text'>Check Your Man - NOT ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Something I have never understood is a woman confronting another woman when they find out the man they are both involved with has being lying to them. Why is it that you think you owe each other an explanation? I can see a need for confrontation if you are his girlfriend and the other chick is aware of you, but if not, yall both need to check his ass and not each other. &lt;br /&gt;
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Women are so dumb and blinded by love that we forget the root of the problem is the no good man you are with. He is the one that made promises to you, not her! We are quick to turn the blame on the other chick for distracting your man and coming on too strong to him. You have no reason to be mad at her, she saw something she wanted, just like you, and got it. He is the one you need to b*tch out for breaking your trust. He is the one you need to slap upside the head a few times with a loaf of bread. You look stupid for attacking and innocent person who just met you for the first time and probably is just as heartbroken as you are. The only conversation you two should have is details about how long he has been lying to the both of you so you can decide how you want to deal with the situation. You know I say kick his a** to the curb, but some of yall are soft and don&#39;t know how to let go, you like to stick around for strike two, three, and four before you kick him to the curb.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now let’s say the chick does not about you..... (Chants) &quot;WHOOP THAT TRICK, WHOOP THAT TRICK!&quot; I&#39;m just kidding. In reality, she still doesn&#39;t owe you anything. You can try to confront her which may lead to a fight but before you do, you should evaluate if the guy you are with is worth fighting for. Sometimes a man can do all the right things and slip up once but if he is a repeat offender, let her have him and walk away. No man should be worth your time to fight for when the main character breaking your heart. &lt;br /&gt;
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With that said, stop calling chicks in his phone and threatening her. It&#39;s your man you need to check or let go. Eliminate your life from the drama by cutting out the source. F*ck ni**s, get money.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whopissedheroff.blogspot.com/feeds/4315173111108080315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whopissedheroff.blogspot.com/2010/01/check-your-man-not-me.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933645144533104676/posts/default/4315173111108080315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933645144533104676/posts/default/4315173111108080315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whopissedheroff.blogspot.com/2010/01/check-your-man-not-me.html' title='Check Your Man - NOT ME!'/><author><name>Dyella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820299108226464302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1b0uREQiV1bjevZD-43EZh-q-mms7vGuLCfMvXd0bm5V_ntKDNzpMfg0-57Lf2REno8eI2v5HE4CJPfOXqVZxWK7AzUmF0RcXlPzdR-5oZ2NsPjsaY5MBq_9uJHNWtw/s220/___DYeLLa___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnAGzn1kZAJv6oDOEozmAjf2cwnG2rzYQRPa7ID9XYEzy1NIX9bLtR3UsWDteavCIVo1CxZ30h7qrQNaJu0j7bxpvl3KGbrA_7VOdkqqevQDwA4CfWPJBfC4OLTvUMU7855wCIAeWIFi4/s72-c/confrontation_2_women_330_x_220(3).jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933645144533104676.post-8120407613151585733</id><published>2010-01-06T15:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T19:33:11.714-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="camera phone"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sexting"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="texting"/><title type='text'>Sext Me Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiciyG2VrX7oLF_gxoK73Tkglf8CtjCH1ZIW8AIe0oLLzMaO4TlXhkDW929d6V3AFJAoaZZq-5BKpQ_PnyXOBMVBuN7beKZhE5UgTeCjPQM2Db-wV5Ea2PvTxBfs-eCP7rrYi7vmK8QlfU/s1600-h/sexting2.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; ps=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiciyG2VrX7oLF_gxoK73Tkglf8CtjCH1ZIW8AIe0oLLzMaO4TlXhkDW929d6V3AFJAoaZZq-5BKpQ_PnyXOBMVBuN7beKZhE5UgTeCjPQM2Db-wV5Ea2PvTxBfs-eCP7rrYi7vmK8QlfU/s640/sexting2.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you guilty of sexting?&amp;nbsp; I know I have been asked plenty of times to send a sexy picture of myself to a guy I was generous enough to give my number.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t know about yall, but a headshot of me showing off my pearly whites is pretty damn sexy to me. Ni**as seem to want more.&amp;nbsp; They want you to show off your titties, bend over and spread ya cheeks, and play with the kitty while somehow managing to take a picture of it all with your small ass&amp;nbsp;camera phone at the same time.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m sorry, I&#39;m not a member of the Ringling Brothers Circus, my body doesn&#39;t contort like that,&amp;nbsp;and as a matter of fact, &quot;GIVE ME MY NUMBER BACK FOOL!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Ladies, stop falling for the okie doke when he tells you he wants to see a naked picture of you because he misses &quot;it&quot; not &quot;you.&quot; Little do you know, he is sitting around with his boys comparing pictures and sending the same message to about 5 other chicks to see who is stupid enough to do it.&amp;nbsp; Stop thinking these men really care about you.&amp;nbsp;If he really misses you, he will hop on the next thing smoking to see you or he will&amp;nbsp;have you come to him for the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;You send it to the right number/person. (Imagine sending&amp;nbsp;it to your&amp;nbsp;dad).&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;You are okay with your images possibly ending up on a website for the world to see.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You don&#39;t send a picture of body parts you can tell are yours, for example,&amp;nbsp;your butt cheeks with a birth&amp;nbsp;mark shaped like Africa.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Make sure you leave out identifiable jewelry and tattoo&#39;s, not many people have a tattoo of your child&#39;s face on their titty.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;It is time for us to wake up and smell the reefer!&amp;nbsp; This man clearly has another&amp;nbsp;chick that is getting that family time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;While he is posing in front of Christmas trees and mistletoes&amp;nbsp;with his wifey, you are at the club posing for a new facebook profile picture with the club photographer.&amp;nbsp; Yet, you will still let him come beat it up the day after the holiday&amp;nbsp;because he apologized with a sorry a** story about how he got the itis and fell&amp;nbsp;asleep on his aunt&#39;s&amp;nbsp;couch. (BLINK, BLINK) Yeah right!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Anyway, TO HELL WITH NI**AS, Get Money! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whopissedheroff.blogspot.com/feeds/8203230043871535064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whopissedheroff.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-okay-to-be-alone-for-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933645144533104676/posts/default/8203230043871535064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933645144533104676/posts/default/8203230043871535064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whopissedheroff.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-okay-to-be-alone-for-new-year.html' title='It&#39;s Okay to Be Alone for The New Year'/><author><name>Dyella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820299108226464302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1b0uREQiV1bjevZD-43EZh-q-mms7vGuLCfMvXd0bm5V_ntKDNzpMfg0-57Lf2REno8eI2v5HE4CJPfOXqVZxWK7AzUmF0RcXlPzdR-5oZ2NsPjsaY5MBq_9uJHNWtw/s220/___DYeLLa___.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5XOn7pm3BbNjSuI7_e-OurRhsspxQwyP_rt9G9G7GQF4MhtAa9Cil2qKrY6YnPcwesl2o7WorRwzLKI6UPpJFIDofzERUQHUmTxD7xwBXft_0BlzbVuX10P2MX_BLxCmoLn_txv3Q3PM/s72-c/a-happy-new-year.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933645144533104676.post-529144073773480879</id><published>2009-12-30T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:30:01.208-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="men"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationships"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="women"/><title type='text'>Your Vagina Is Not Made of Gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWQ__8R9loKf4-KJr5wzAMgn9ktqtNewNlUq8f01-3erubN_WTfrXjOTeF9JZGsbRvsXUiHflYM2_tv2NzMC0n_9ISTrVVy-M_jvUdQnFQVYMNp_iZOjMhM91jdQzTvefo4sgy-cyfXM0/s1600-h/black-couple-embrace.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; ps=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWQ__8R9loKf4-KJr5wzAMgn9ktqtNewNlUq8f01-3erubN_WTfrXjOTeF9JZGsbRvsXUiHflYM2_tv2NzMC0n_9ISTrVVy-M_jvUdQnFQVYMNp_iZOjMhM91jdQzTvefo4sgy-cyfXM0/s640/black-couple-embrace.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;I found this article from AOL Black Voices in 2007 and would like to share it with those who may not have had a chance to read it, and some of us need to read it again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Please don&#39;t get offended read with an open mind. This statement is from a man on Black Voices. It&#39;s painful, but true. This doesn&#39;t just apply to black men and black women, WOMEN AND MEN PERIOD! Just Read!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Bottom line - - if I sleep with a woman that I don&#39;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&#39;s&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;through. He isn&#39;t sitting around thinking about that spot that itched or how good it felt scratching it. He&#39;s moving on with his life until that spot itches again and it don&#39;t matter which hand he scratches it with, just as long as he gets rid of the itch.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&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&#39;re having a &quot;relationship&quot; when it&#39;s NOTHING but a booty&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;call. Come on, ladies, y&#39;all know I&#39;m telling the truth.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, ladies, you are part of our problem. You sleep with us BEFORE you knew us or what we&#39;re about. Having sex with a man does not automatically make that a &quot;relationship.&quot; Many women will deny they&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;think like this but I&#39;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?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;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 &quot;other woman&quot; is not breaking up a &quot;happy home&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&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&#39;t change who he was. Why should he change? YOU let him know it was acceptable by sticking around that long.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&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 &quot;rewarding&quot; unfaithful men by pretending it isn&#39;t happening. All of us Black Men (BM) do not cheat. I do not cheat on my lady so don&#39;t buy the hype. I know other BM who do not but many men WILL cheat if there are NO real penalties for it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Stop jumping into bed with brothers YOU DON&#39;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.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;OPEN those ears and listen. Does he put down his ex-women and blame them for everything? And don&#39;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;
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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&#39;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, &quot;I&#39;m not looking&#39; for nothing right now&quot; -- DON&#39;T tell yourself, &quot;Aw, he just scared of getting hurt. I can change his mind..&quot; NO YOU CAN&#39;T. He said exactly what he meant. BM don&#39;t have to lie when so many BW are already DEAF.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;If you can&#39;t answer BASIC questions about a man DON&#39;T OPEN YOUR LEGS. I could kinda understand back in the days when sex wouldn&#39;t KILL people but now? There&#39;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;
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&lt;div&gt;Show our ___ to the door if we pressure you for sex too soon. Don&#39;t be afraid to be alone. After you give our ____ some you will probably be alone anyway but now you feel like a fool. In other words, take your&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;time and check us out. If we REALLY like you, we&#39;ll stick around. BUT if you decided to sleep with a man you hardly know, PROTECT yourself and your expectations to ZERO. We do not owe you a relationship or&lt;br /&gt;
another date just because you had sex with us. That&#39;s not how it works, baby.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have TOO many female friends who give me horror stories that could have been avoided if they&#39;d done their homework first OR moved SLOWER before giving up the panties. I try as a BM to give them the best &lt;br /&gt;
advice I can but that won&#39;t mean a _____ 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&#39;t change a ____ thing. BW have to look in the mirror and take SOME of the blame for what&#39;s wrong with BM/BW relationships.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let me end by saying....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;SEX DOES NOT = A RELATIONSHIP&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;GIVING A MAN A READY-MADE FAMILY WILL NOT MAKE HIM COMMIT IF HE DOESN&#39;T WANT TO.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;A MAN WILL NOT RESPECT A WOMAN WHO DOES NOT RESPECT HERSELF OR HER BODY.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;IF YOU TRADE SEX FOR MATERIAL THINGS YOU ARE PROSTITUTING YOURSELF.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;IF HE DOESN&#39;T TAKE CARE OF HIS OTHER CHILDREN WHY WOULD YOU HAVE A BABY WITH HIM?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;IF YOU REWARD A DOG WHY SHOULD MEN STOP BEING DOGS?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;BRING MORE TO THE TABLE THAN YOUR BODY. NO, YOUR STUFF IS NOT MADE OF GOLD. IT IS ONLY AS GOOD AS I THINK IT IS. BELIEVE THAT!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&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?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;
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Take the V off and you got Ho! That&#39;s what some of you no good for shit clown ass ni**as like to call women who don&#39;t want to deal with your asses. Oh damn, here I go ranting about ni**as already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to go by the name of Danyell, Dyella, Yella, Bitch, Your momma, etc. Whatever name flows out of your mouth better when you are talking about me (insert fake smile here). Some of you may follow me on twitter (@justyella) formerly known as @Redskin_yella. I tend to male-bash on a regular basis about ni**as who piss me and my girls off with their consistent lies and bull shit ass games they like to play. Since twitter only allows me to share my rants with 140 characters, it has been suggested numerous times that I start a blog. SO BAM! HERE IT IS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog is man friendly, as I will be giving you tips on how to keep your woman smiling and tell you what she really thinks about those cheap ass earrings you bought her from wal-mart. I will also give the ladies tips on how to let a NO GOOD ASS NI**A go and to tell if he aint shit before you take your relationship too far and end up with kids by the NO GOOD ASS NI**A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am by no means bitter, just been through a lot and would like to share my opinions and views on relationships, sex, and drugs.... wait.. Not drugs! Grab some popcorn with extra butter and salt and sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whopissedheroff.blogspot.com/feeds/5581801420744582889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whopissedheroff.blogspot.com/2009/12/allow-me-to-introduce-myself.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933645144533104676/posts/default/5581801420744582889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/933645144533104676/posts/default/5581801420744582889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whopissedheroff.blogspot.com/2009/12/allow-me-to-introduce-myself.html' title='Allow Me to Introduce Myself'/><author><name>Dyella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820299108226464302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1b0uREQiV1bjevZD-43EZh-q-mms7vGuLCfMvXd0bm5V_ntKDNzpMfg0-57Lf2REno8eI2v5HE4CJPfOXqVZxWK7AzUmF0RcXlPzdR-5oZ2NsPjsaY5MBq_9uJHNWtw/s220/___DYeLLa___.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>