<?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-5357292840009297627</id><updated>2024-12-18T19:25:09.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relax. I does this.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Lazaguncarrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15129578819476433447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-5J3zkLEa1y3wY-34z4YfPDrthwZ8ioIOzK6eInJ6MOgbEPH3JPwpQW18e9-MJSDjFEpWPLTaatgBQh7HF8iyOXjMXLSsKtbtiLc2DiowZIsYJw3UMw0faPX0QONbW0Q/s220/CIMG0552.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><blogger:adultContent>true</blogger:adultContent><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357292840009297627.post-5832910099155375181</id><published>2011-01-28T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T09:44:36.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than Just a Piece of Meat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #93c47d;&quot;&gt;&quot;You should come over later on. When my dad is gone. And let me break you off. Ma, you bad as hell. I can tell just by the way you carry yourself, you know what to do with &quot;it&quot;. And ya body, ya body is crazy. I fantasize all the time&amp;nbsp;about all the things I could do to it. And you know, we can stop if you want, but I know you wouldn&#39;t want to. Girl, the things I would do to you...if you just let me.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #93c47d;&quot;&gt;...An approach I&#39;m way to familiar with. And I know some of you have heard something along these lines repeated to you before. It&#39;s always that dude at work that been watching you for the past couple of weeks, the boy that sits farrrrrr across from you in the student lounge, or the nigga you walk past everyday when heading to the train station. Little is known about him but he definitely knows a lot about you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #93c47d;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ve never been turned on by that pitch. To be desired sexually? That has never phased me or made me feel even a little flattered. Sexual advances are offensive. To know that you want me in the worst way will get you&amp;nbsp;as far as someone trying to rape me. I never found anything attractive about a guy who clearly states that the only interest he has in me is purely sexual. Sure, the honesty is appreciated. But any woman like myself who has class, self respect, and a high level of dignity would not find that a dude that just wants to bang her because she is incredibly hot in anyway,&amp;nbsp;enticing.&amp;nbsp;Well, when I put it like that, it sounds appealing. But ya know what I mean. Arent we more than just a piece of meat? Can&#39;t any girl (literally) get fucked? What differentiates my &quot;bad&quot; ass from the next chick who isn&#39;t so &quot;bad&quot; that you said those very&amp;nbsp;same lines to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #93c47d;&quot;&gt;Nothing at all. Sex is sex. Anyone can get fucked. Try and masturbate her mind. And if you really not interested in anything more than just sex, theres plenty of hoes in the world that will give it up way faster and get you off. Hit me up, I know a few. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #93c47d;&quot;&gt;But you wanna know what&#39;s sexy? When we can sit down and have a real conversation about real shit. You get to know my mind, and I get to know yours. When a guy is curious about whats underneath your skin, not what&#39;s&amp;nbsp;underneath your clothes. When he tells you to come over, his dad stepped out, and he wants to make you dinner. And when he texts you because he wants to hear from you, not because he&#39;s horny and wants you to send him a &quot;nekkid&quot; pic. Someone who tries to get to know my mind and not so quick to know my spot. Now that right there, is a panty droppa. &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/feeds/5832910099155375181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2011/01/more-than-just-piece-of-meat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/5832910099155375181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/5832910099155375181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2011/01/more-than-just-piece-of-meat.html' title='More Than Just a Piece of Meat.'/><author><name>Lazaguncarrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15129578819476433447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-5J3zkLEa1y3wY-34z4YfPDrthwZ8ioIOzK6eInJ6MOgbEPH3JPwpQW18e9-MJSDjFEpWPLTaatgBQh7HF8iyOXjMXLSsKtbtiLc2DiowZIsYJw3UMw0faPX0QONbW0Q/s220/CIMG0552.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357292840009297627.post-4455064162462837297</id><published>2011-01-26T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T07:25:52.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Toast.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;Lets have a toast to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;Me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;To you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;To us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;To all the reals...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;Definitely the fakes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;The people that didnt make it with me to 2011...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;The constants in my life since 02&#39;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;A toast to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;The people who call themselves real...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;The pity-whores who blame their mistakes on us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;The people who always get fucked over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;To the exes who dont know what they want...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;The back-boneless people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;The users...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;The snitches...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;The know-it-alls that write blogs like they shit dont stink......lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;Another toast to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;The cheaters that got caught and still keep doing it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;To the people who steal my ideas and put their name on it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;To the bird ass niggas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;To the ignorant...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;To the one sided people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;The jealous ones...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;The pretenders....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;The fronters...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;A special toast to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;My full-time friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;My mentors...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;My family...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;My supporters...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;And&amp;nbsp;anyone who doesn&#39;t knock my hustle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;But my&amp;nbsp;glass goes the HIGHEST to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;The people that never heard me out, or wanted to listen to my part...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;Who&#39;ve used me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;Wasted my time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;The ones I&#39;ve always supported but never support me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;To the ppl who envy everything I&#39;ve worked so hard for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;To the ppl who feel&amp;nbsp;I dnt deserve greatness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;To those who write blogs, statuses, and tweets about me but cant say it to my face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;To those who bash and boycott my blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;To those who copt the plea when&amp;nbsp;I confront them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;To those who play two-sides...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;To those who try to&amp;nbsp;judge me for my crimes when WE ALL are criminals...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;To those who read this and get offended...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;This toast is for you. Cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/feeds/4455064162462837297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-toast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/4455064162462837297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/4455064162462837297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-toast.html' title='My Toast.'/><author><name>Lazaguncarrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15129578819476433447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-5J3zkLEa1y3wY-34z4YfPDrthwZ8ioIOzK6eInJ6MOgbEPH3JPwpQW18e9-MJSDjFEpWPLTaatgBQh7HF8iyOXjMXLSsKtbtiLc2DiowZIsYJw3UMw0faPX0QONbW0Q/s220/CIMG0552.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357292840009297627.post-5965777562757990677</id><published>2011-01-20T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T15:05:49.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Types Of Hubbies</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #134f5c;&quot;&gt;Theeeee Hubby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #134f5c;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #134f5c;&quot;&gt;He is thee man. He&#39;s on your profile pic, your phone screensaver, and he&#39;s constantly spoken about. Spoken about so much, your boss and your professor knows his name. He goes all out on birthdays, valentines day, and&amp;nbsp;xmas. He&#39;s the provider, he&#39;s the one when you need help with that phone bill he got you.&amp;nbsp;Everyone&#39;s always asking when you guys are going to get married or have a baby. For the most part, he takes care of business in all aspects of the relationship. And he&#39;s the only one that can show up to your crib and act crazy and your parents will forgive him and/or take his side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #134f5c;&quot;&gt;Can&#39;t-Seem-To-Dump-Him-Hubby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #134f5c;&quot;&gt;Keeping him around is the wrong thing to do. But you can&#39;t seem to&amp;nbsp;let him go.&amp;nbsp;Too much time invested, great sex, too involved, maybe a kid is included, its just someone you cant get out of your system. No matter how fucked up he is and how much you and the whole world knows you need to send him packing, you just have too much feelings to give him his walking papers. At one point this type of hubby was &quot;Thee Hubby&quot; which is the major reason why its so hard to tell him deuces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #134f5c;&quot;&gt;Good For Nothing Hubby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #134f5c;&quot;&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #134f5c;&quot;&gt;This hubby aint shit. He dont work, he dont hustle, he doesn&#39;t do SHIT. His dick is great tho. And you probably only feel comfortable sexing him. But he&#39;s a bum ass to the nth degree. No ambitions, no goals, no prospects. A straight loser. Uses you for all your money, hangs out off your expense, and still has the audacity to fuck other females. He&#39;s the type of hubby that wants someone to take care of him. In that case, he needs his mother, not a wifey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #134f5c;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #134f5c;&quot;&gt;Trophy Hubby:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #134f5c;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #134f5c;&quot;&gt;Not only is he eye candy, he&#39;s successful. He has street credibility and everywhere he goes he&#39;s giving someone a pound. Again, he&#39;s definietely on the scene which makes it hard to trust him. Hence why you might not have your deepest feelings attached to him. But your still proud to be in his presence and have him as your hubby. This too is the type of guy you gotta watch your girlfriends around because that&#39;s how marketable he is. Everything with him is grandiose and with trophy hubbies its YOUR responsibility to match his fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #134f5c;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #134f5c;&quot;&gt;You&#39;ll Always Be My Hubby, Hubby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #134f5c;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #134f5c;&quot;&gt;No matter what, this is the type of guy that never loses his position. Not sure what it is about this dude but under all circumstances, he&#39;s the one that you keep coming back to. You two can separate for 2 days, 2 weeks. 2 months, and get back together like nothing happened. But for some reason, the two of you can&#39;t seem to keep a good thing going. It&#39;s not that he&#39;s a bad guy and its not that your a bad woman at all. It&#39;s just one of those things. You can be with the next man and as soon as &quot;You&#39;ll always be my hubby, hubby&quot; returns, he shuts shit down. The current guy is pushed to the side and its a done deal.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/feeds/5965777562757990677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2011/01/different-types-of-hubbies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/5965777562757990677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/5965777562757990677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2011/01/different-types-of-hubbies.html' title='Different Types Of Hubbies'/><author><name>Lazaguncarrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15129578819476433447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-5J3zkLEa1y3wY-34z4YfPDrthwZ8ioIOzK6eInJ6MOgbEPH3JPwpQW18e9-MJSDjFEpWPLTaatgBQh7HF8iyOXjMXLSsKtbtiLc2DiowZIsYJw3UMw0faPX0QONbW0Q/s220/CIMG0552.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357292840009297627.post-8218459946760220053</id><published>2011-01-20T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T09:01:28.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Types of Wifey&#39;s</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #bf9000;&quot;&gt;The Official Wifey:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #bf9000;&quot;&gt;She is undoubtfully wifey. She holds some type of ring (promise, engagement or band) but not necessarily has to. She is literally the only one with the title. She does it all, knows the entire family even the distant cousins that come around every 3 years. She has all the keys and security codes. You can drop a G in her hand and tell her to&amp;nbsp;deposit it&amp;nbsp;in the bank and the whole G will make it...not $999.00. Far or right next to her, she holds you down. And she&#39;s the one everybody remembers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #bf9000;&quot;&gt;I-Dont-Know-Why-You-Still-Got-The-Title-Wifey:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #bf9000;&quot;&gt;She&#39;s a slut. She&#39;s a hoe. She&#39;s freak.&amp;nbsp;She was&amp;nbsp;either always like that or the whore in her slowly crept out. Either way, she shouldn&#39;t have the title anymore. She&#39;s never around and when she is all you can think about is when her ass is leaving. Ya&#39;ll always argue. She&#39;s annoying and doesn&#39;t do the things she used to. She&#39;s probably still in the picture because the sex is good. Maybe. She doesn&#39;t do anything expected of a wifey. This type of wifey usually gets demoted or dumped when something better comes along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #bf9000;&quot;&gt;The Trophy Wifey:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #bf9000;&quot;&gt;She&#39;s wifey because she looks very good on his arm.&amp;nbsp;And&amp;nbsp;she&#39;s a freak.&amp;nbsp;Other than that, this chick can&#39;t cook, dont clean, and parties all the time. When she walks down the block there&#39;s always someone she saying what up to because everybody knows her! She&#39;s definitely on the scene which makes her hard to trust and in return, the guy feels insecure at times. She&#39;s the type of wifey you gotta watch ya boys around&amp;nbsp;because they will try to get at her behind your back.&amp;nbsp;Trophy wifeys arent cheap. She&#39;s extremely spoiled.&amp;nbsp;Money is part of the reason why she shines.&amp;nbsp;Nails did,&amp;nbsp;hair did, everything did..! You don&#39;t treat her right, your ass is getting replaced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #bf9000;&quot;&gt;The Programmed Wifey:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #bf9000;&quot;&gt;The most loyal of all the wifeys. She is truly, a ride or die. Tell that girl anything, ANYTHING, and she will believe it. Tell her there&#39;s a cow jumping over the moon and guess what? She will believe that shit. This type of wifey will hold you down no matter how dumb you&amp;nbsp;have her looking. She&#39;s the perfect wifey for the deceitful guy; the clumsy nigga that&#39;s always getting caught because he has her set up in such a way that she believes that her own eyes and ears are liars. She&#39;s definitely in denial but she rather live in his world, then live without him in hers. She&#39;s definitely down for the count.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #bf9000;&quot;&gt;The Wifey By Default:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #bf9000;&quot;&gt;The girl that only became wifey because she had a kid by him or she was the jump-off that wasn&#39;t suppose to make it to the second night&amp;nbsp;but he so happeneded to catch feelings for her. No girl wants to be wifey by default. It&#39;s like getting a position that wasn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;suppose to be&amp;nbsp;for you. Wifey by default is usually someone who he is not proud of. He doesn&#39;t show her off and when people do discover that&#39;s wifey,&amp;nbsp;he normally feels embarrassment. She eventually becomes accepted or loses her title. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #bf9000;&quot;&gt;Notes from the author: For entertainment puposes only.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/feeds/8218459946760220053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2011/01/different-types-of-wifeys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/8218459946760220053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/8218459946760220053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2011/01/different-types-of-wifeys.html' title='Different Types of Wifey&#39;s'/><author><name>Lazaguncarrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15129578819476433447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-5J3zkLEa1y3wY-34z4YfPDrthwZ8ioIOzK6eInJ6MOgbEPH3JPwpQW18e9-MJSDjFEpWPLTaatgBQh7HF8iyOXjMXLSsKtbtiLc2DiowZIsYJw3UMw0faPX0QONbW0Q/s220/CIMG0552.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357292840009297627.post-468339329162717620</id><published>2011-01-11T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T09:04:26.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men: The More Considerate Sex?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I&#39;m disappointed to call myself a female. Not because I&#39;m self hating or anything. I love me some of myself. However, I hate how some of us are misrepresented by a few rotten apples.&lt;br /&gt;
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I find it easier to get along with a guy. And I&#39;m not talking about just any ol&#39; guy. I&#39;m talking about the real men, the ones that don&#39;t have &quot;bitch&quot; tendencies. I mean, female persona.&lt;br /&gt;
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My circle is so tiny its almost like a triangle...Just sitting back and observing some of you woman has disgusted me and has caused me to&amp;nbsp;question the&amp;nbsp;mind set&amp;nbsp;of some of you. With&amp;nbsp;a guy,&amp;nbsp;I pretty much always know what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;
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I just got in touch with an old classmate of mines from a couple of years ago.&amp;nbsp;I remember we had a group project to do and we almost didnt complete it on time because we never seem to have the time to work on it out of class. We both worked and the only time we had was after work (which was usually around 10pm). Even then, we never got the chance to work on it. I would ask him why he didnt call me to discuss the project. He would always tell me that he aint want no problems with my man. I used to tell him it was okay if he called because it was about the project. He refused. I always thought that was so respectful of him that he would jeopardise our project grade just to have respect for my man and my relationship. Although some of you feel that there aren&#39;t many guys out there like that, there are more dudes that are more respectful about another womans relationship than a female. &lt;br /&gt;
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No matter what time it is, a chick could know a guys entire situation and would still push the boundaries. And I refuse to make excuses for my own gender. Some women just dont have that kind of respect for a guy and his situation. And some, do it on purpose, just to make the girlfriend or wife feel uncomfortable. Moral of the story, bitches aint shit. They will call, text, at the most UNAPPROPRIATE times and not feel any way about it. And its always something &quot;important&quot; that it couldn&#39;t wait until a more decent time. I hardly ever hear a chick say &quot;You, know what, I&#39;ll get at you tomorrow, I dont want no beef or cause you any drama with your girl.&quot; That&#39;s just a rare statement. But let it be the other way around. Try calling or texting a girl at 12:13am while she with her man. A chick will tell you in a second that its too late to be hitting her up because her man is home. But guys hesitate because they don&#39;t want to &quot;offend&quot; or hurt the feelings of their female friends. My point being, guys (well, the decent ones) are more considerate when it comes to these scenarios because they know they wouldnt want a dude hitting up their girl or wife for anything no matter what it is after a certain time. Females, ya quick to roll your eyes and suck your teeth when you finally get a man of your own and some chick is texting/calling your guy when in all actuality, you were once that chick that used to do that to another woman&#39;s man. Don&#39;t think about it. Just let it marinate. &lt;br /&gt;
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-Lazaguncarrier.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/feeds/468339329162717620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2011/01/men-more-considerate-sex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/468339329162717620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/468339329162717620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2011/01/men-more-considerate-sex.html' title='Men: The More Considerate Sex?'/><author><name>Lazaguncarrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15129578819476433447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-5J3zkLEa1y3wY-34z4YfPDrthwZ8ioIOzK6eInJ6MOgbEPH3JPwpQW18e9-MJSDjFEpWPLTaatgBQh7HF8iyOXjMXLSsKtbtiLc2DiowZIsYJw3UMw0faPX0QONbW0Q/s220/CIMG0552.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357292840009297627.post-6490768226295804980</id><published>2011-01-10T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T08:57:23.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>31 Things No One Ever Tells You Before Entering A Relationship.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;1. It never ends how it starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;2. You WILL cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;3. Your feelings will get hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;4. You will fight and argue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;5. You will not like all of his/her friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;6. Not every family member will accept you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;7. You will not always like the person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;8. There will always be someone trying to ruin what you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;9. There will be moments of infidelity or something close to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;10. You will lose a couple of friends because of him/her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;11. Some of you might even lose yourselves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;12. You will change. For better or for worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;13. Doubt will appear every so often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;14. You will at some point feel the need to exit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;15. Money at some point,&amp;nbsp;will be&amp;nbsp;a topic of argument. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;16. Relationships are double-standard. Do as I say, not as I do are words to remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;17. No one likes a dose of their own medicine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;18. It&#39;s easy to get involved, but hard to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;19. There convenient. But make you too comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;20. Sometimes they don&#39;t make sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;21. Be prepared to share. Everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;22. Don&#39;t do unforgettable things. Because they really are, unforgettable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;23. Sometimes its meant, sometimes its not, and sometimes you really have to work at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;24. If that person is doing wrong, there will always be that one person that tried to give you clues you just ignored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;25. Wasting their time is just like wasting your own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;26. You will not do everything that person is&amp;nbsp;gonna&amp;nbsp;like. Your not suppose to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;27. One minute you&#39;re yelling, Next minute you&#39;re kissing. It can be like that sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;28. Love and lust are easily confused. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;29. They move VERY, VERY fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;30. The bad ones always take a long time to end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;31. You find yourself wishing things were how they used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;And sometimes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;You really do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Get that old thing back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/feeds/6490768226295804980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2011/01/31-things-no-one-ever-tells-you-before.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/6490768226295804980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/6490768226295804980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2011/01/31-things-no-one-ever-tells-you-before.html' title='31 Things No One Ever Tells You Before Entering A Relationship.'/><author><name>Lazaguncarrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15129578819476433447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-5J3zkLEa1y3wY-34z4YfPDrthwZ8ioIOzK6eInJ6MOgbEPH3JPwpQW18e9-MJSDjFEpWPLTaatgBQh7HF8iyOXjMXLSsKtbtiLc2DiowZIsYJw3UMw0faPX0QONbW0Q/s220/CIMG0552.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357292840009297627.post-8736914457372746738</id><published>2010-12-28T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T19:09:52.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Tasting, No Dating...(Oral Sex: The New Requirement.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;So the new thing I&#39;m hearing now is that if you aint giving up the lips then you gotta dip. Ya hear that non-head givers? You aint dateable if you aint down with giving some top. What will they come up with next? Forget about whether that person has children, stds, has a job,or an education...no, those are no longer requirements for dating someone. The new requirements are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Does that ni99a or b1+ch give head?!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Since when has oral sex been a requirement for a relationship? Just because a person doesn&#39;t give head they aren&#39;t worthy of anything else? They might be the best guy/girl you may every meet but because they wont get their lips wet they are automatically ruled out??? Don&#39;t get me wrong, there are ppl that wont go down or let their mate go down on them simply because they think its wrong or degrading to their partner. But the ppl that enforce this rule, ya know who ya are. Do you really want a person thats all willy nilly with sucking or licking you from the get-go? I mean think bout it. You meet someone, you&#39;re getting to know them and you ask them do they give head and they answer &quot;yea&quot;. Wouldn&#39;t you be curious to know how many ppl they went down on? I mean as long as their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt; it shouldnt matter but.....lets say they went down on every person they slept with, and lets say thats 6 ppl...(realistically, the body count is usually wayyyy more) so in theory, wouldnt that mean a dude kissed a girl that sucked 6 dicks which means he kissed 6 dicks? (Theoretically). And lets not forget to mention if she swallows. Or for a chick, if the guy ate out all 6 sex partners wouldnt that mean you kissed 6 couchies??? I mean I&#39;m just saying lets not crucify the people who arent #team-oral. Its one thing to say that sex can make or break a relationship but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;oral sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;? But for some of you, oral sex is the only thing...like life without head is tragedy. It really shouldn&#39;t have a reflection on whether or not to date that person. But to each its own. Preferably, I like to get sticked rather than licked. It feels better ;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;SIDE BAR! Im forgetting to mention the ppl out there who want others to go down on them but dont want to reciprocate? You wont date a girl because she dont give head but even if that was the case, you dont plan to do the same anyway? Who the hell are you to tell someone that yeah, its alright if you put your lips on me but its disgusting for me to return the favor? Mainly guys say this because they feel that its wayy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;nastier &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;to eat a girl out than for her to suck his dick. Both require the exchange of fluids so I don&#39;t understand how one is more disgusting than the other. Who the hell makes these rules anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;-Lazaguncarrier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/feeds/8736914457372746738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-tasting-no-datingoral-sex-new.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/8736914457372746738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/8736914457372746738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-tasting-no-datingoral-sex-new.html' title='No Tasting, No Dating...(Oral Sex: The New Requirement.)'/><author><name>Lazaguncarrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15129578819476433447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-5J3zkLEa1y3wY-34z4YfPDrthwZ8ioIOzK6eInJ6MOgbEPH3JPwpQW18e9-MJSDjFEpWPLTaatgBQh7HF8iyOXjMXLSsKtbtiLc2DiowZIsYJw3UMw0faPX0QONbW0Q/s220/CIMG0552.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357292840009297627.post-4937680719034698073</id><published>2010-12-21T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T20:46:30.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Throw Back College Paper Part 2 (Rules To Platonic Friendships)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#CC33CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;If you guys remember, the college throwback paper was an essay that I wrote in my first year of college titled: Can Men and Women Be Friends and Nothing More. I wrote that paper over 4 years ago and though that is a long time ago, some of the things I wrote in that paper I still stand behind....and the other things, I&#39;ve been forced to look at differently. As I&#39;m getting older, my ideology has evolved and is something I definitely wanna share. So I&#39;ve came up with a few things I&#39;ve concluded and that I find important in keeping a friendship between two people of the opposite sex, platonic.  Based on relationships from myself and others, past and present. (Entertainment purposes only.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#CC33CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#CC33CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;-&gt; Not all the friends of your boyfriend/girlfriend are out to fuck em&#39;, just some of them. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#CC33CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;Theres nothing like your mate having a friend that YOU know wants to be with them (or fuck them).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#CC33CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#CC33CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;--&gt;Be aware of the friends that constantly text or call your boyfriend/girlfriend. IDC, that shit is suspect, PAY ATTENTION. That&#39;s never a good sign. If they are a friend with good intentions, they wouldnt go so hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#CC33CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#CC33CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;--&gt;Your partners friends of the opposite sex should have a level of respect for your significant other...(no lines should be crossed). No disrespect! Or that person shouldn&#39;t be friends with you if they cant respect the person you are in a relationship with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#CC33CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#CC33CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;--&gt;No one in the relationship should have a bestfriend of the opposite sex AFTER the relationship has begun. I stand firm to that. Your partner should be your bestfriend. NO EXCEPTIONS!!! Only if the bestfriend was there before ya started dating then its fine. If you cant deal with it dont stick around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#CC33CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#CC33CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;--&gt;Your significant other shouldn&#39;t be spending money on a friend of the opposite sex unless they are helping them out, its a birthday/xmas present, favor, or anything of an innocent nature.  And none of that spending OD amounts of &quot;quality&quot; time with each other. You shouldnt call your man/girl and he or she be like &quot;oh im out with so and so, we at the movies chillen.&quot; Basically, ya man/lady went out on a date with her friend. :-/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#CC33CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#CC33CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;--&gt;You can like someone for their mind, personality, style, and company but there shouldn&#39;t be ANY attraction. Once there is an attraction, it can be hard (depending on how much you are attracted to that person) to curve those feelings. Which might = non sense that dont need to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#CC33CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#CC33CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;--&gt;If you start liking or growing feelings for your friend, keep that shit to yourself. 89% of people in relationships (real talk) go back and tell their partner you feeling them. Then you stuck their wondering why your friend&#39;s mate don&#39;t like yo homewreching ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#CC33CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#CC33CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;--&gt; You got a friend of the opposite sex that seems to be real cool to talk with and you feel comfortable telling them ANYTHING... Tell them anything but dont tell them secrets about your relationship. Thats never a safe thing to do. The friend can use that against you (which happens often, based on actual findings.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#CC33CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#CC33CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;--&gt; Do not attempt to be friends with the ex thats trying to get back with you. No fucking bueno. I shouldnt even have to elaborate on why this is wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#CC33CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#CC33CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;--&gt;Dont be friends with your ex period if they not over you or you not over them....and if thats the case...well, thats a whole &#39;nother blog. I wont get into that now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#CC33CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#CC33CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;--&gt;Make sure your friends respect your space and privacy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#CC33CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#CC33CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;--&gt;Keep it a hundred in your relationship and in your friendship. Be genuine, considerate, and respectful and you will be able to keep your friends of the opposite sex and your relationship drama free (for the most part)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#CC33CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#CC33CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;Notes from the author: I&#39;m not bitter, scarred, insecure, or traumatized. I just know what it takes to have some-what of a drama free relationship. Some of you may not agree with my guidelines or feel that they are way too strict. These are somethings I just thought about to avoid the traps of falling for your friend or having your friend fall for you...more importantly, to not cause confrontation between you and your partner over someone thats just a friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#CC33CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#CC33CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;With good intentions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#CC33CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#CC33CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;Lazaguncarrier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/feeds/4937680719034698073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2010/12/throw-back-college-paper-part-2-rules.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/4937680719034698073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/4937680719034698073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2010/12/throw-back-college-paper-part-2-rules.html' title='The Throw Back College Paper Part 2 (Rules To Platonic Friendships)'/><author><name>Lazaguncarrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15129578819476433447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-5J3zkLEa1y3wY-34z4YfPDrthwZ8ioIOzK6eInJ6MOgbEPH3JPwpQW18e9-MJSDjFEpWPLTaatgBQh7HF8iyOXjMXLSsKtbtiLc2DiowZIsYJw3UMw0faPX0QONbW0Q/s220/CIMG0552.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357292840009297627.post-468363829460802822</id><published>2010-12-03T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T18:22:46.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Really Make her say &quot;OHH&quot;.? (My First Sex Blog)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;If I were to ask every guy I ever met on a scale from 1 to 10 how great their sex was, all would answer &quot;I&#39;ma 20&quot; or &quot;My shit is off the scale!&quot; But realistically, niggas front. Not all but many. And its not their fault because some niggas actually think they are fantastic sex partners. But what makes a &quot;fantastic&quot; sex partner? Is it based on performance, endurance, creativity, foreplay...??? Sure, these are the qualities that make good dick great BUT, we forgot to mention one more thing....the ABILITY to make her have an orgasm. Doesn&#39;t that make sense? A nigga can go for hours, have you in all kinds of crazy positions, toot it and boot it and after allllllllllll of that, he still can&#39;t make you cum? I&#39;m not saying that if he cant bring u to an orgasm then he&#39;s not a good sex partner....Or is that what I&#39;m trying to say? Fellas, do you still think you are a good sex partner even if she doesn&#39;t come? To me, I thought that was the whole point of sex, for both parties to have an orgasm. No? I mean,  sex can still be enjoyable even if the girl doesn&#39;t climax but still.....I don&#39;t know who I should hold responsible for this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Women, ya be lying, telling these guys ya came and ya really didnt, making these dudes believe they got the magic stick...now he thinks he knows what he&#39;s doing when he really doesn&#39;t. Ladies, if you didnt come, THEN YOU DIDNT COME! Its ok. Many women go there whole life not experiencing ONE orgasm. Sad isnt it? That&#39;s because they&#39;re lying to these niggas just to make them feel good when really, they should be teaching a guy how to please her to the point she can experience that satisfaction. Now wait, its not easy for us females to have an orgasm unlike you guys who dont even have to put it in and can get off in a snap of a finger. For most, it takes concentration or a high level of arousal to make a female reach that point. And from what I understand, the clitoris has to be stimulated in order to have an orgasm. So lets say that you are fucking a girl from behind and she not touching her clit and you not touching her clit and her legs are not tightly squeezed together and she claims that she &quot;came&quot;. She&#39;s lying unless she got some special sex powers other women don&#39;t have. And dudes, ya to blame too because ya suppose to be great sex partners and half of you dont know about any of this that Im blogging about... do you know where to find a woman&#39;s g-spot? Do you know that clitoris stimulation is important to the orgasm of a female? If you dont know these things than you cant be a great sex partner. Unless you do know these things and just dont wanna put in the work to make a girl cum. Then, you&#39;re just a whack sex partner and Ima tell all the girls not to fuck you...lmao. So the next time you getting busy with a shorty...and you get yours off, and she said she got hers off, while your putting back on your clothes. pulling the condom off, or laying down beside her, ask yourself...did you really make her say &quot;ohh&quot;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;-Lazaguncarrier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/feeds/468363829460802822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2010/12/do-you-really-make-her-say-ohh-my-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/468363829460802822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/468363829460802822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2010/12/do-you-really-make-her-say-ohh-my-first.html' title='Do You Really Make her say &quot;OHH&quot;.? (My First Sex Blog)'/><author><name>Lazaguncarrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15129578819476433447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-5J3zkLEa1y3wY-34z4YfPDrthwZ8ioIOzK6eInJ6MOgbEPH3JPwpQW18e9-MJSDjFEpWPLTaatgBQh7HF8iyOXjMXLSsKtbtiLc2DiowZIsYJw3UMw0faPX0QONbW0Q/s220/CIMG0552.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357292840009297627.post-3566683774237755766</id><published>2010-11-28T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T17:17:29.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fronting Like You Do It For TV! (Laza&#39;s opinion on social networks.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;Social networks seem to be a big deal these days. Aside from setting an alarm to wake up every morning, bathing everyday, and buying a metro card every paycheck, sending a tweet or posting a status on facebook has become a part of our routines composed in daily life. They are habitual and addictive. We have these apps on our phone, we login through our computers, we go on thru other people devices...yes its gotten real serious. We have the ability to let others know what we are doing almost every second of the day. Crazy, right???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because we have these abilities, does it mean that we have to utilize them? I mean, lets keep it funky for pete&#39;s sake...do we really care if you have something in your eye? Or if you have problems sleeping? No, not at all. We are all guilty of it. Posting non important or irrelvant shit that has nothing to do with everyone else. But thats what social networking is all about. Social networks are designed for us to write about our business. Its not about getting yourself out there. Yea, it can be used for promotion but some of us have nothing to promote but what we do in our lives. And Im not knocking anyone for that for each and one of us are free to write whatever the fuck we want. My thing is, when you write and post certain material, becareful of your viewers or dont complain when the things you write gets back to other people who you dont want to know your business. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook and Twitter, lets make this clear, are entirely two different networks. One is more personal than the other. Twitter is made for short, bullshit statuses, facebook isnt. And more than likely, Facebook is a network where majority of the ppl you befriend are ppl you know personally. Twitter is a network where most of your followers are strangers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one thing about social networks that grinds my gears...and that is the people that use them. There are several types of annoying people that use social networks that makes others hate the whole social networking thing all in one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you got the people who say everything they are doing.....all the time! Bout to take a shit...bout to go to the store...on 161st...in my car....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;Facebook aint for that! I shouldnt be able to tell you how your whole day went by reading your statuses....thats wayyy too much information...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you got the people who write about how bad their relationships is, slandering their partner, then 16hrs later writing about how much they love that person. Your friend list doesnt need to know how dysfunctional your relationship is. Its cool to vent but not to the point where ppl can look on your status and know exactly WHO and WHAT you are talking about. Either write about a happy relationship or dont post anything about it at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, are the people that mix their business with their personal life. Attention models, rappers, singers, artist, promoters, actors...separate facebook or twitter pages are recommended to support or advertise your craft. Having a photo album of flicks from your show or half naked pics from your shoot and then the album next to it has pics from a family outing with ya moms, grandparents and aunts might be a lil.....idk, not professional? Its a conflict of interest. Whatever it is tht your into should be kept separate from your family life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth are the people who use these networks to try to live a separate life. In reality, you&#39;re a married woman with 2 kids and you work for con-edison...but on twitter and facebook...your a single woman who loves to party who&#39;s a bartender and is up for ANYTHING. How you two different ppl??? Smh.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth. Ever knew two people who go out with each other who both have facebook accounts but dont have each other as friends? One of them is living foul because why wouldnt you have your significant other as a friend on facebook? Arent ya friends in real life? If you have nothing to hide and are being faithful and honest, I dont see what the big deal is, why two ppl who date cant be friends on a social network if everything is legit and copasetic. But usually its not. Its almost always suspect. You finally break into the page or someone runs back and tells you that your girlfriend or boyfriend is kissing up on some other person in a picture not accessible to you. Dont blame social networks for that, blame your partner for going on a social network trying to live a separate life. The person caught is quick to say that it is everyones fault but their own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;When they are the ones incriminating themselves by posting shit that will get them in trouble.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth, theres the suffocators. The girlfriend that ALWAYS gotta write something on your wall or always have to write something pertaining to you just to let the whole world know that you are hers and she is yours. She even changed her last name to yours and ya not even engaged. She gotta see every new person you add and has something to say everytime a female writes on your wall. We get the picture. We know already. Stop super cuffing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;Seventh, are the spies. The most un-suspecting people running back telling ya business to ppl you dont want to know. They check ya page daily and repeat the shit you write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, you got the people that front like they do it for tv... the ppl who so call have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt; this and that, or do this and that. Trying to convince others that they live a certain way but in reality, how they actually live, is nothing similar. Straight lying. Fronting for people who dont know them. Or trying to trick the people that do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which social network person are you?&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/feeds/3566683774237755766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2010/11/fronting-like-you-do-it-for-tv-lazas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/3566683774237755766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/3566683774237755766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2010/11/fronting-like-you-do-it-for-tv-lazas.html' title='Fronting Like You Do It For TV! (Laza&#39;s opinion on social networks.)'/><author><name>Lazaguncarrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15129578819476433447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-5J3zkLEa1y3wY-34z4YfPDrthwZ8ioIOzK6eInJ6MOgbEPH3JPwpQW18e9-MJSDjFEpWPLTaatgBQh7HF8iyOXjMXLSsKtbtiLc2DiowZIsYJw3UMw0faPX0QONbW0Q/s220/CIMG0552.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357292840009297627.post-3866036261202727935</id><published>2010-11-23T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T13:15:42.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So it was in the beginning, so it be in the end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style=&quot; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;What is it about the beginning of something new that crumbles down to a bumpy middle, and then finally comes to a rough ending? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style=&quot; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Perfect examples of this are relationships. They start off swell, towards the middle there&#39;s turbulence and when its time to come to a closing, its either you survive the wreck or become one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style=&quot; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div face=&quot;arial&quot; style=&quot; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;We behave good in the beginning, showing the other person what we want them to see, our representative. We dont burp or fart at the table. We dont pick out wedgies. We&#39;re polite, respectful, and we do our very best to keep them around. We have so much trust in them that we give them passwords to everything, we see certain things we dont like and ignore it, and we give that other person whatever they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div face=&quot;arial&quot; style=&quot; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div face=&quot;arial&quot; style=&quot; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;The middle, this is where shit gets real. Our representative is worn out. Our TRUE selves come to front row. We are very comfortable. And if we are too comfortable, this might be the middle of the end. Uncensored arguments, no more frequent texts or calls, no more picking up that person from work or surprising them with random gifts, trust, loyalty, and honor are questioned. This is the shit relationships are made of. Your patience, tolerance, integrity, and dignity are challenged...This is the part where you are forced to decide will you rather live in that persons world....or live without them in yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;In the end, time is put to the test. Even though when its over, its over. Hours, days, weeks,  months, and years wont be the deciding factor if someone decides to stick around. At this point, if the good out weighs the bad, it might not be the end. Its safe to assume that both are guilty of wrong, being able to point the finger at each other. Innocence is gone. Very often its not easy for this to be the end. There may be children involved, property, lawyers, money. You never exit the relationship with what you entered with. You come out with less than what you came in with, or you leave with more which can be good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If its not over in the end, relationships can return to the beginning stages. Or sometimes it really is, the dreadful end. The relationship may be reduced down to a friendship, just sex partners, a partial relationship, or nothing at all. Nothing at all is best, for its no strings attached and both are free to go there separate ways with a clear conscience and a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/feeds/3866036261202727935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-it-was-in-beginning-so-it-be-in-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/3866036261202727935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/3866036261202727935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-it-was-in-beginning-so-it-be-in-end.html' title='So it was in the beginning, so it be in the end.'/><author><name>Lazaguncarrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15129578819476433447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-5J3zkLEa1y3wY-34z4YfPDrthwZ8ioIOzK6eInJ6MOgbEPH3JPwpQW18e9-MJSDjFEpWPLTaatgBQh7HF8iyOXjMXLSsKtbtiLc2DiowZIsYJw3UMw0faPX0QONbW0Q/s220/CIMG0552.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357292840009297627.post-3596846488026307393</id><published>2010-11-02T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T20:04:12.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Identifying the Non-Pulling Out Nigga (The Part I Forgot To Mention)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#009900;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;So I was talking to my homeboy the other day and he was like yo Vor, why you aint expose the chicks in your blog about the non-pulling out nigga? I&#39;m like what you mean? He said, &quot;They be liking that shit, they don&#39;t want us to pull out, they are just as responsible as we are!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#009900;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#009900;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I thought about that for a second...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#009900;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#009900;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;And I decided that he had a point...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#009900;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#009900;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;My blogs can be one-sided at times and I apologize for that (fellas) and yes, ladies, ya play a part when it comes to that too. Most of you chicks KNOW your man is a non pulling out nigga and yet, ya still don&#39;t go the distance to protect yourselves. Ya just keep letting him nut in you over, and over, and over, and over, again until something happens and THEN you want to point the finger? Not fair. Take responsibility for your body. If you see the nigga not giving a fuck then who else gonna care about what happens to you? Remember, you are the one that either is going to carry a baby for 9 months or get a fetus sucked out of you. Not him. Stop letting guys control what&#39;s gonna happen to your body. We females cant exactly predict when a guy is about to have an orgasm and push him off of us but if you know his timing is bad, his no-condom privileges should be revoked until he learns how to have some control. Simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#009900;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#009900;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Fun Fact: The pulling out method is not 100% effective because a woman can still get pregnant from pre-seminal fluid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#009900;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;times new roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#009900;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Over. Out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/feeds/3596846488026307393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2010/11/identifying-non-pulling-out-nigga-part.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/3596846488026307393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/3596846488026307393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2010/11/identifying-non-pulling-out-nigga-part.html' title='Identifying the Non-Pulling Out Nigga (The Part I Forgot To Mention)'/><author><name>Lazaguncarrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15129578819476433447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-5J3zkLEa1y3wY-34z4YfPDrthwZ8ioIOzK6eInJ6MOgbEPH3JPwpQW18e9-MJSDjFEpWPLTaatgBQh7HF8iyOXjMXLSsKtbtiLc2DiowZIsYJw3UMw0faPX0QONbW0Q/s220/CIMG0552.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357292840009297627.post-8260746305168743353</id><published>2010-11-02T19:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T19:45:50.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&quot;Male and Female Friendships&quot;(The Throwback College Paper)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3366FF;&quot;&gt;School: Bronx Community College&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3366FF;&quot;&gt;Semester: Fall 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3366FF;&quot;&gt;Grade: A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3366FF;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3366FF;&quot;&gt;Note: Essay based on old point of views. Another blog will follow expressing new point of views.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3366FF;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3366FF;&quot;&gt;Can Males and Females be Friends and Want Nothing More From Each Other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3366FF;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3366FF;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3366FF;&quot;&gt;&quot;Shavoir, who are you talking to on the phone?&quot; asked my boyfriend. I was on the phone for about a half an hour and it wasn&#39;t sounding like I was speaking to one of my girlfriends. Automatically, I knew what my boyfriend was trying to insinuate when he asked me that question. So  I told him it was one of my male friends. Why did I do that? For the rest of my conversation with whoever it was I had to deal with his teeth sucking, feet stomping and any other noises he created to display his anger. When I finally got off the phone I asked him, &quot;What&#39;s your problem?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3366FF;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3366FF;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3366FF;&quot;&gt;&quot;You know he likes you, right?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3366FF;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3366FF;&quot;&gt;&quot;Don&#39;t be silly, he&#39;s just a friend. He only sees me as a friend.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3366FF;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3366FF;&quot;&gt;&quot;Nonsense, Shavoir. Two people of the opposite sex can&#39;t see each other just as being friends. Either one likes the other or they both like each other. Males and females can&#39;t be friends. It&#39;s just that simple.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3366FF;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3366FF;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3366FF;&quot;&gt;&quot;You&#39;re crazy,&quot; I told him. Deep down though, I knew hew was right. My male friend did like me. Of course I would never admit that to him. As he lectured me for about 15 minutes on why girls and guys cant be friends I wondered was what he was saying true when it came to other people? Can males and females really share a platonic friendship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3366FF;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3366FF;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3366FF;&quot;&gt;Speaking from my own experience I can answer that question with a &quot;no.&quot; Almost every friendship I had and still have with a male, either he liked me, I liked him, or we both liked each other. The only time this did not occur was when my male friends were gay. I guess this question depends on the individuals involved in the friendship. I can&#39;t say that it is impossible for males and females to be friends (platonically) just because it never happened to me before. I can only say that it depends on the circumstance in which the male and female are friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3366FF;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3366FF;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3366FF;&quot;&gt;A case where I believe that men and women can be friends is if one of the individuals are gay, both people find each other unattractive physically, intellectually, and emotionally, has already had a previous romantic relationship  with each other, or both have the up most respect for their friendship not to cross the line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3366FF;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3366FF;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3366FF;&quot;&gt;A case where I believe that there is a big change that these two sexes can&#39;t be friends is if one or both of the friends find each other attractive, aren&#39;t gay, have an intellectual or emotional connection or enjoy each others companionship. In a scenario like this, regardless of whether or not if the two people have significant others, a platonic friendship CANNOT exist. I say this not because of my own experiences or anyone else&#39;s but because we are human. Humans are going to be naturally attracted to each other because of who we are. Humans all have basic needs and wants that must be fulfilled, and have desires for people we find attractive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3366FF;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3366FF;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3366FF;&quot;&gt;The idea I am basically trying to convey is that whether or not a platonic friendship can exist depends on the two people in the friendship. I have known this to happen but majority of the time there is a possibility that one might like the other and he or she might not feel the same. When this occurs its hard to maintain the friendship because the person who wants more than a friendship is going to feel rejected by his or her friend and eventually  the friendship might come to a close. So in a way I understand my boyfriend&#39;s point of view about how a male and a female can&#39;t truly be friends. However, I still believe that platonic friendships between a male and a female can still exist. Do you believe so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3366FF;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3366FF;&quot;&gt;(My professor answered &quot;yes.&quot;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/feeds/8260746305168743353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2010/11/male-and-female-friendshipsthe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/8260746305168743353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/8260746305168743353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2010/11/male-and-female-friendshipsthe.html' title='&quot;Male and Female Friendships&quot;(The Throwback College Paper)'/><author><name>Lazaguncarrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15129578819476433447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-5J3zkLEa1y3wY-34z4YfPDrthwZ8ioIOzK6eInJ6MOgbEPH3JPwpQW18e9-MJSDjFEpWPLTaatgBQh7HF8iyOXjMXLSsKtbtiLc2DiowZIsYJw3UMw0faPX0QONbW0Q/s220/CIMG0552.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357292840009297627.post-7709661274324248090</id><published>2010-10-21T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T18:34:25.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The &quot;Light-Skinned, Long Haired Girl&quot; Complex (My First College Paper to Make My Blog)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#6600CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;My professor asked my class to write a paper on how we define ourselves (or how others define us) and explain the problems we face with our identity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#6600CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#6600CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;School: Wood Tobe-Coburn College&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#6600CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Semester: Fall 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#6600CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Grade: A-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#6600CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#6600CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#6600CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;When people see me, I&#39;m often judged before I even open my mouth. A light-skinned black girl with long REAL hair, yeah, that&#39;s me. One of two assumptions is usually made: 1)I&#39;m soft, or 2)Im stuck-up. Well I&#39;m glad to say that I&#39;m neither! There&#39;s not a stuck up bone in my body and I&#39;m far from a softy. But only the person who took the time out to get to know me would know that I&#39;m the opposite of what many would believe about that kind of girl. Make no mistake, the cocky light-skinned girl and the punk ass light-skinned girl does exist, but they are not as common as most think. Because of the bad rep light-skinned girls have, I&#39;m almost always defending my identity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#6600CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#6600CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#6600CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Up until...today, people ask me am I mixed. I&#39;m part Filipino along with some other things. However, I still consider myself a black woman. Anytime someone sees a light-skinned girl with long hair they automatically think that they are mixed. Even though there are plenty of light-skinned (and dark-skinned) black females that aren&#39;t mixed like I am and have beautiful long hair. This is one of many misconceptions made about the light-skinned girl. That we are all mixed with some other nationality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#6600CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#6600CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#6600CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Growing up, I remember at some point I wanted to be dark-skinned. Going to school in the Bronx was fine because majority of the kids were hispanic so my features helped me &quot;blend&quot; in. When I first moved to Brooklyn I was six. I was entering this classroom and I was the only one of my &quot;kind&quot;. When you&#39;re a shy six year-old in a new class, thats the last thing you want to be: &quot;rare&quot;, or uncommon. My shy and quiet personality plus my looks made me a target for trouble. I spent half my time in elementary school proving that under all my hair and my complexion, I&#39;m a tough cookie. I always thought that if I were dark skinned I wouldn&#39;t have to go so hard to stand up for myself. Every time I switched schools, the same things would occur. The boys would love me, and the girls would be jealous. As I got older and I slowly came out of my shyness, people&#39;s theories about me began to change. Great! I went from having to prove to people that I&#39;m not this punk, naive, innocent girl to I&#39;m not some kind of snob that walks around thinking she&#39;s the shit. Now a days, people assume either about me or both. Most of the people who assume those things are always wrong and when they get to know me, are in shock. I&#39;m a cool, humble, and tough chick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#6600CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#6600CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#6600CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Why do people have these assumptions about light-skinned girls? That&#39;s a million dollar question that you would have to ask the person that&#39;s in charge of judging. As far as other women thinking that we think we are better or &quot;most-preferred&quot; I blame that on the dark skinned man. How often do you see a dark skinned man and a dark skinned girl together? Not often. And how often do you see a dark-skinned man and a light-skinned woman? Very often. I hear men; especially dark-skinned men talk about how they prefer a light-skinned girl or sometimes they dont even want a shorty to be black and light-skinned! You would think it was some type of secret that makes us more special than the other women. I hardly hear a guy talk profoundly about a dark-skinned girl. I never understood that. If there is a light-skinned cute girl standing next to a dark-skinned cute girl, majority of the time the guy chooses the light skin girl. I hate that. To me, its no difference. Beauty is beauty. This is why there&#39;s so much tension between the two complexions. Because certain men make it seem as though one is better than the other. If you want to go deeper, lets take it back to slavery, when the master used to rape the female slaves. The female slaves would get pregnant and have light-skin kids, causing issues between the two. It&#39;s not easy being light skin, and its not easy being dark-skin. We both face situations where we are forced to prove someone right or wrong. I don&#39;t know for certain. Im just theorizing here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#6600CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#6600CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#6600CC;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;My looks are only a segment of who I am. Neither my complexion nor hair defines me. I define my physical appearance. There is so much more to my identity that just what is on the exterior. My personality, my intellect, my demeanor, those are the qualities that represent me. I&#39;m strong and confident not because of how I look but because of my perception of life. The next time you see a light-skinned girl, do me a favor, and let her tell you who she is, don&#39;t try to figure it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/feeds/7709661274324248090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2010/10/light-skinned-long-haired-girl-complex.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/7709661274324248090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/7709661274324248090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2010/10/light-skinned-long-haired-girl-complex.html' title='The &quot;Light-Skinned, Long Haired Girl&quot; Complex (My First College Paper to Make My Blog)'/><author><name>Lazaguncarrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15129578819476433447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-5J3zkLEa1y3wY-34z4YfPDrthwZ8ioIOzK6eInJ6MOgbEPH3JPwpQW18e9-MJSDjFEpWPLTaatgBQh7HF8iyOXjMXLSsKtbtiLc2DiowZIsYJw3UMw0faPX0QONbW0Q/s220/CIMG0552.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357292840009297627.post-1350696527832748782</id><published>2010-10-14T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T05:48:45.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of a Label. (Owning up to a &quot;Username&quot;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;&quot;&gt;Dating back to when AIM first became popular, I could remember all the crazy ass screenames I used to see. Names like Diva981and Don123, I remember thinking to myself, &quot;hey, I know these people in person, and they are most certainly not divas or dons. But if you had their AIM Screename and didnt know them personally, you would really think they were some motherfukking dons and divas. Lol. But that was long ago. Now, people are calling themselves all type of shit, some I believe dont even know the TRUE meaning of what they call themselves. Yea, I know, it&#39;s just &quot;Twitter&quot;, &quot;Facebook&quot;, &quot;MySpace&quot;...etc. But when you try to live up to a label, it becomes more than just that. And what&#39;s even more sillier than trying to live up to a label is giving other people a label. Labels like &quot;Bum&quot;, &quot;Basic&quot;,  &quot;Lame&quot;, etc... are thrown around frequently to the person they dislike or dont even know. Like, who the fuck are YOU to call someone &#39;basic&quot; or &quot;lame&quot;? So what are you? &quot;Un-basic&quot;, and &quot;un-lame&quot;? Ya kill me with that shit. And majority of the time. And im dead ass, cause I be on this social networking ish hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;&quot;&gt;8 outta 10 of who call others these labels, fall into the category of lame or basic. Can&#39;t tell them that though. Because PrettyPoppin917 is pretty and fucking poppin and has every right to call Cutegirl516 a basic bitch. Smh. And I dont have a conclusion or a point I&#39;m trying to draw. I&#39;ll leave that up to you, the reader. Some of ya thinking I&#39;m going in because someone called me &quot;basic&quot; or &quot;lame&quot;. Ha. No. Just an early morning blog written from the top of my head. And again, If you are offended by this blog, then you&#39;re probably that basic bitch that thinks she is &quot;Oso Poppin&quot;, or that bum dude that is &quot;GucciDown&quot;...(shrugs shoulders). See me, Im just the Lazaguncarrier. &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/feeds/1350696527832748782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2010/10/power-of-label-owning-up-to-username.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/1350696527832748782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/1350696527832748782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2010/10/power-of-label-owning-up-to-username.html' title='The Power of a Label. (Owning up to a &quot;Username&quot;)'/><author><name>Lazaguncarrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15129578819476433447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-5J3zkLEa1y3wY-34z4YfPDrthwZ8ioIOzK6eInJ6MOgbEPH3JPwpQW18e9-MJSDjFEpWPLTaatgBQh7HF8iyOXjMXLSsKtbtiLc2DiowZIsYJw3UMw0faPX0QONbW0Q/s220/CIMG0552.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357292840009297627.post-3429121467176987640</id><published>2010-10-05T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T05:47:10.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Identifying The Non-Pulling Out Nigga. (Yupp!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;Morning. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;So I realized this isn&#39;t a subject I&#39;ve touched on yet. But its most certainly an issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;What is a non-pulling out nigga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;Lets first describe what a pulling out nigga is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;A pulling out nigga is a dude that has unprotected sex with a girl and relies on his &quot;timing&#39; to pull out before he ejaculates inside her to avoid pregnancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;A non-pulling out nigga is a dude that has unprotected sex with a girl and TRIES BUT FAILS/OR DOESNT CARE to pull out on time before he ejaculates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;Classifying the non-pullion out nigga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;They come in all shapes and sizes, colors and creeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;You cant tell if he&#39;s a non-pulling out nigga just by looking at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;Things you should know about this type of person:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;There are two types: There are the ones that try to pull out but lack control and then there are dudes that dont try at all and dont care about pulling out. This type is very dangerous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;7 outta 10 times the non-pulling out nigga doesnt even want children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;The mentality of that 7 expects you to have an abortion or isn&#39;t trying to deal with you if you are keeping it. Real talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;How to avoid the consequences of a non-pulling out nigga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;--&gt;Condoms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;--&gt;Learn from prior mistakes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;--&gt;Plan B (Morning After Pill)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;--&gt;Birth Control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;Please, protect yourself from the non-pulling out nigga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/feeds/3429121467176987640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2010/10/identifying-non-pulling-out-nigga-yupp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/3429121467176987640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/3429121467176987640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2010/10/identifying-non-pulling-out-nigga-yupp.html' title='Identifying The Non-Pulling Out Nigga. (Yupp!)'/><author><name>Lazaguncarrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15129578819476433447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-5J3zkLEa1y3wY-34z4YfPDrthwZ8ioIOzK6eInJ6MOgbEPH3JPwpQW18e9-MJSDjFEpWPLTaatgBQh7HF8iyOXjMXLSsKtbtiLc2DiowZIsYJw3UMw0faPX0QONbW0Q/s220/CIMG0552.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357292840009297627.post-2679994318879999215</id><published>2010-10-02T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T09:22:25.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Mistakes Guy&#39;s Make When &quot;Baggin&quot; a Girl. (Cuffin Season Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3366ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;;&quot;&gt;Cuffing season has begun and still, some of you haven&#39;t cuffed anything yet and it isn&#39;t by choice. Hmmm. Well below, I&#39;ve highlighted some of the reasons why that may be. Its ok. You still have time to correct your wrongs and still get your cuffing buddy to avoid those long lonely winter nights...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3366ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3366ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;;&quot;&gt;1. You dudes never check ol&#39; girls finger for promise, engagement, or wedding rings. Are you dead ass going to pursue a chick that is involved with someone else? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3366ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3366ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;;&quot;&gt;2. Are you SURE this is the girl you want to bag??? Some of you see the chick one time and try to holla. Approach with care. Even if you dont want to &quot;wife it&quot;. It should be someone you&#39;ve seen at least 3 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3366ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3366ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3366ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;;&quot;&gt;3. Come correct. Make sure your breath on point, you dont look crusty and ashy, and be well groomed. In other words, be un-deniable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3366ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3366ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3366ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;;&quot;&gt;4.Some of you dudes aint got no G! Where are your G lines? Where are you going without GAME! Dont listen to what other people say, being yourself never works. LOL. J/K. But for real, you gotta have some charm and charisma when trying to bag a girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3366ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3366ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3366ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;;&quot;&gt;5.If she says she has a man, or tells you for any other reason why she isn&#39;t interested, keep it moving! Cuffing season has begun no time to waste if she aint with it so just move it along. Dont proceed to bag a female if she tell you she&#39;s TAKEN! We hate that shit. It also gives off the impression that you&#39;re so desperate that you cant find someone else who isn&#39;t taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3366ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3366ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;;&quot;&gt;6. Ok, so you&#39;ve made it as far as getting her attention and dont know what to do with it. Ask for her number, duh. Not her bbm, not her twitter, not her aim...her number. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3366ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3366ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3366ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;;&quot;&gt;7.When we give you the number, dont front or act thirsty! Dont be OD blowing up her phone or stunting like you aint trying to make it happen. Many guys never make it past getting the number...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3366ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3366ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;;&quot;&gt;8. Another mistake made after retrieving the number is some of ya niggas be on some real bum shit! Trying to not spend money and telling her to come over to your house instead of taking her out on a date. Dont invite her in, invite her out! Saying shit like &quot;oh we can have movie night at my crib.&quot; No fuck outta here I dont know you like that. I wanna watch a movie in a&amp;nbsp;fucking movie theather just incase I aint feeling you I can say I went to the bathroom and hop in a cab. Im just saying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3366ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3366ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;;&quot;&gt;Follow this and you should be hand in hand, lip to lip, hip to hip, pelvic to pelvic with the cuffing buddy of your dreams...until April that is.... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/feeds/2679994318879999215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2010/10/9-mistakes-guys-make-when-baggin-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/2679994318879999215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/2679994318879999215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2010/10/9-mistakes-guys-make-when-baggin-girl.html' title='8 Mistakes Guy&#39;s Make When &quot;Baggin&quot; a Girl. (Cuffin Season Part 2)'/><author><name>Lazaguncarrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15129578819476433447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-5J3zkLEa1y3wY-34z4YfPDrthwZ8ioIOzK6eInJ6MOgbEPH3JPwpQW18e9-MJSDjFEpWPLTaatgBQh7HF8iyOXjMXLSsKtbtiLc2DiowZIsYJw3UMw0faPX0QONbW0Q/s220/CIMG0552.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357292840009297627.post-6050492435227449211</id><published>2010-10-01T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T05:45:41.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter to My Dad. (For Every Little Girl Who Grew Up Without Their Father.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;To the other 50% of why I exist,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;So many years have passed but you keep telling me its never too late. It may never be too late to build a future but it might just be too late to change the past. Who knows the person I would have been if you were their when I was growing up. Your absence wasnt your fault (i&#39;ll blame the other 50% of my existence for that). I may wonder but I will never wish for it to have been any different. For I am proud of the person I am today and its all because of who I was yesterday. Yesterday I was a little girl who wanted her dad to teach her how to ride a bike or throw a punch. Ive learned all those things just not from you. &quot;How would you know the type of man you want if you dont know your father?&quot; I may not have known you well but that hasn&#39;t had an effect on my male preferences. I have not made the best selections in men but my not-so-great choices have taught me what I dont want in a guy, what to expect, and what to not allow. My mistakes have showed me to recognize a bad man when I see one, to appreciate a good one if we ever meet, and to be patient with a guy thats willing to change whats worst to better. I treat every guy accordingly. You probably coulda taught me that a little sooner than I had to learn though, but I doubt if I would have listened, your daughter is slightly hard-headed. But the best lesson is learned by actually taking the class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;But my teacher was late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;You&#39;ve finally arrived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;And class is still in session...So teach me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;_______________.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/feeds/6050492435227449211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2010/10/letter-to-my-dad-for-every-little-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/6050492435227449211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/6050492435227449211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2010/10/letter-to-my-dad-for-every-little-girl.html' title='A Letter to My Dad. (For Every Little Girl Who Grew Up Without Their Father.)'/><author><name>Lazaguncarrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15129578819476433447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-5J3zkLEa1y3wY-34z4YfPDrthwZ8ioIOzK6eInJ6MOgbEPH3JPwpQW18e9-MJSDjFEpWPLTaatgBQh7HF8iyOXjMXLSsKtbtiLc2DiowZIsYJw3UMw0faPX0QONbW0Q/s220/CIMG0552.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357292840009297627.post-3828609882595990244</id><published>2010-09-24T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T20:09:47.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guy Who Looked Like He Had Nothing (Living Up To A Higher Standard)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #993399; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;; font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;Money dont make the man but the man makes the money...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #993399; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;; font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;Women (some) dont know quality when they see it. They always go for the Ralph Lauren, Burberry, and Gucci wearing nigga ASSUMING he has flocks of dough. The flashy nigga who has all that fly shit because of his girl, his momma or a car accident settlement.This doesnt mean he is a man of quality. Those are often the jerks, the players, and the users. And ya bitches just fall for it all the time. &quot;My man get fly! My man rock Gucci!, My man got money!&quot; No sweetie, ya man LOOKS like he has money but cant afford Popeyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #993399; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;; font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;This is why boys trying to grow up into men think that showing that you got it is more important than actually having it. They are trying to live up to that same woman who thinks the same way, that looking like a million bucks is by far, more better than actually trying to have a million bucks. Dont get me wrong, physical appearance is VERY important, its the FIRST impression you receive when you meet a person. We all judge each other by our appearance whether its in a good way or a bad way. And trust me, I like a well dressed man just as much as the next chick does. And I&#39;m not saying theres anything wrong with spending money and treating yourself either. All im saying is look at the bigger picture. Dont front on a nigga because his shirt dont cost 500 dollars. Dont play him cus he works so much that he doesnt have time to sit in the barber. Stop feening for that warped piece of glass you think is a diamond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #993399; font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;; font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;Quality is always better than quantity. &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/feeds/3828609882595990244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2010/09/guy-who-looked-like-he-had-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/3828609882595990244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/3828609882595990244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2010/09/guy-who-looked-like-he-had-nothing.html' title='The Guy Who Looked Like He Had Nothing (Living Up To A Higher Standard)'/><author><name>Lazaguncarrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15129578819476433447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-5J3zkLEa1y3wY-34z4YfPDrthwZ8ioIOzK6eInJ6MOgbEPH3JPwpQW18e9-MJSDjFEpWPLTaatgBQh7HF8iyOXjMXLSsKtbtiLc2DiowZIsYJw3UMw0faPX0QONbW0Q/s220/CIMG0552.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357292840009297627.post-6673656021258266553</id><published>2010-09-20T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T05:45:21.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The &quot;Bad&quot; Friend. (The Blog That Even a Insect Can Relate To.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#993399;&quot;&gt;Ya already know where this is heading just by the title. Ya know where I&#39;m about to go. Yupp! Im talking about that fucked up friend, the bad influencer, the one thats always getting you into trouble. Ladies. Fellas. We all got that one friend that our man or chick dont want us around. Why? Well, they or should I say we, automatically assume that they are going to pick up their filthy, disgusting habits. We cant help but to think that way. Ya man or ya girl comes home and tells you wild stories about how their friend be doing this, how he/she does that, all types of disloyal shit. Hearing such infidelity can make you think hmmmm...&quot;SO WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU DO?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#993399;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#993399;&quot;&gt;But that&#39;s just natural instincts. Of course if ya man or girl got a shady friend that they hang around closely its only standard to assume that they are going to do some shady shit or is already doing some flaky shit. What&#39;s unfortunate is that the &quot;bad friend&quot; so happens to be a true friend to that person you&#39;re with. That friend just so happens to be living foul and treating someone else fucked up. Again, by observation, I noticed that out of a group of friends (male or female) theres only about 2 out of that 5 or 6 that actually wants to do the right thing. The others...are single and like to mingle, or cheating and deceiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#993399;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#993399;&quot;&gt;For the people that are involved with a person that has a few fucked up friends I know ya think why cant the good just hang with the good, and the bad chill with the bad? Sorry, but thats not realistic. We cant help who we get along with . You cant possibly prohibit ya man or girl from chillen with someone. You just have to trust that the person you are involved with has a mind of their own. And just because birds flock together it doesnt necessarily mean that they are of the same feather.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/feeds/6673656021258266553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2010/09/bad-friend-blog-that-even-insect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/6673656021258266553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/6673656021258266553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2010/09/bad-friend-blog-that-even-insect.html' title='The &quot;Bad&quot; Friend. (The Blog That Even a Insect Can Relate To.)'/><author><name>Lazaguncarrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15129578819476433447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-5J3zkLEa1y3wY-34z4YfPDrthwZ8ioIOzK6eInJ6MOgbEPH3JPwpQW18e9-MJSDjFEpWPLTaatgBQh7HF8iyOXjMXLSsKtbtiLc2DiowZIsYJw3UMw0faPX0QONbW0Q/s220/CIMG0552.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357292840009297627.post-4988588500636558083</id><published>2010-09-20T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T05:23:42.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GROWN!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#666666;&quot;&gt;We are quick to say &quot;I&#39;m a grown ass man!&quot;, or &quot;I&#39;m a grown ass woman!&quot; But are we really as grown as we say we are? I say &quot;no&quot; and I also say some of us have a lot of growing up to do. Part of being &quot;grown&quot; or growing up is being capable of taking responsibility for our bullshit. I dont care what anyone says, when something fucked up happens folks always want to put the blame on someone else. That shit aint grown at all. Hell, the shit we do we KNOW we shouldn&#39;t have done it so why blame someone? Take the L, realize that YOU fucked up, and keep it pushing. I cant stand people who make mistakes or get caught doing wrong and dont wanna own up to it or admit it to themselves and others that its their fault. What I learned is that people sometimes just need someone to blame. Being grown is more than just moving out your mom crib, making your own money, paying credit card and phone bills or being a parent. It&#39;s the responsibility you take on when performing these actions is what makes you an adult. So the next time you do something real dumb and get caught or make a legitimate mistake, dont look for someone to blame. Dont find an excuse; man up!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/feeds/4988588500636558083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2010/09/grown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/4988588500636558083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/4988588500636558083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2010/09/grown.html' title='GROWN!?'/><author><name>Lazaguncarrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15129578819476433447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-5J3zkLEa1y3wY-34z4YfPDrthwZ8ioIOzK6eInJ6MOgbEPH3JPwpQW18e9-MJSDjFEpWPLTaatgBQh7HF8iyOXjMXLSsKtbtiLc2DiowZIsYJw3UMw0faPX0QONbW0Q/s220/CIMG0552.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357292840009297627.post-8196261960965074545</id><published>2010-09-10T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T05:44:30.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Age Really Nothing But A Number? (A Double Standard Concept)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#009900;&quot;&gt;This is a phrase I often like to quote but is age really nothing but a number???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#009900;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#009900;&quot;&gt;In some situations, yes. Age is just a numeric symbol. Other times, age can really say alot. And I know its not just me. Its society as well. Lets look at some examples:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#009900;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#009900;&quot;&gt;Be honest. When you see an older woman and a younger guy, we tend to find that pretty weird. But if you see a grown as man with a girl so young she can be his daughter, we think nothing of it. I thought age didnt matter tho???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#009900;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#009900;&quot;&gt;You a young adult lets say...23 and your superiors are 19 and 20 years old... Wouldnt you feel a way? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#009900;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#009900;&quot;&gt;Your high school teacher is about 5 years older than you. Are you really looking at them as an authority figure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#009900;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#009900;&quot;&gt;Shit, if your moms had you at 12, dont frown, ya know there is 12 year-old moms out there, would you guys really have that parent/child relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#009900;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#009900;&quot;&gt;Point being, age is definitely a factor in life. Maybe not in all lifes situations, but somewhere, somehow, it certainly has definition. It can determine the level of respect given, the amount of attention you receive, and the relationships you carry. You can date a man that is older than you by some years and you can almost bet that he will kinda treat you like his daughter. If your supervisor is damn near the same age as you, your not going to respect their authority as much as you would to a supervisor who&#39;s more older. Your 17 in highshool and your teacher is 23 (lets say the student is a boy and the teacher is an attractive woman) you are gonna to try to get an A+ in Sex Ed ;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#009900;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#009900;&quot;&gt;Age does not determine maturity, experience, intelligience, or talent what so ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#009900;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#009900;&quot;&gt;You can be 25 years old and have the roughest life and have been through so much and have gained much experience. You can be 16 and more maturer than a 22 year-old. You can be a fifth grader and smarter than the average adult. You can be 11 years- old and spit 25 bars and they can be the best 25 bars a person has ever heard, better than the so-called rappers that are famous today.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/feeds/8196261960965074545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2010/09/is-age-really-nothing-but-number-double.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/8196261960965074545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/8196261960965074545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2010/09/is-age-really-nothing-but-number-double.html' title='Is Age Really Nothing But A Number? (A Double Standard Concept)'/><author><name>Lazaguncarrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15129578819476433447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-5J3zkLEa1y3wY-34z4YfPDrthwZ8ioIOzK6eInJ6MOgbEPH3JPwpQW18e9-MJSDjFEpWPLTaatgBQh7HF8iyOXjMXLSsKtbtiLc2DiowZIsYJw3UMw0faPX0QONbW0Q/s220/CIMG0552.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357292840009297627.post-1897227842919815374</id><published>2010-09-09T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T05:48:22.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay Me Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;&quot;&gt;&quot;Yo, lemme borrow twenty dollars?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;&quot;&gt;&quot;Can I hold ten?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;&quot;&gt;&quot;I need to hold your laptop.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;&quot;&gt;Hell no I cant lend you twenty dollars. No you cant hold ten. And you definintely not holding my laptop.  I for one am a person who does not believe in lending or borrowing. If I do, that means I dont expect to receive it back or I really dont care about it. I never lend out what I cant afford to give. And I dont let people hold or use anything I cherise or means a lot to me. Too much fuckery comes with lending out your shit. You always gotta harrass a motherfucker to get it back and 7 outta 10 times you dont even see it again. Same as with letting someone hold your computer or flat iron. That shit never comes back to you the same way you lent it out. If I let anyone borrow money its never a high amount and if I dont get it back I wont miss it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;&quot;&gt;However, I&#39;ve seen others who lend out what they dont have and feel arkward when a certain amount of time has passed and they havent seen it. Then its like the person dont wanna ask for their money because they dont wanna come off as &quot;feening&quot; or &quot;hard up&quot;. Fuck that, I lend someone money its always discussed when they giving it back, what time, what form etc. When that day and time has expired, Im definitely inquiring about money like umm, so ima need that ten i lent you last week. Same with clothing. If I let some borrow a shirt or an acceessory, they can have that shit. Because I would NEVER let someone hold or wear an item that I truly adore. And majority of the time when you lend out your clothes you always get it back with some permanent stain or rip, its stretched out, it smells, or you dont even see it again. Ya homegirl walking around with it on right in front of your face either because she had it so long that she forgot its yours or she just got you for your shit. Like damn, did I just get robbed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;&quot;&gt;And forget about it, my electronics, thats a definite no-no. My MacBook, my Ninteindo DS, both my PSP and PSP Go, or any other device that I cherish... no one is leaving my house with those. That shit gets lost or broken you cant even get mad at the person who you let borrow those things. You need to be mad at yourself for trusting that person. Question to the borrowers out there.... Why ya make people come hunt ya down for their shit??? You know you  borrowed someones shit, you know a month has passed and you aint return their stuff. You ducking and hiding, hard to contact, walking down different blocks to avoid them, ignoring their calls and text. Ya know ya wrong. Just give the people back their shit. Or dont ask to borrow it. You aint got the money, you just lost your job, or you gotta by diapers well shit, let a nigga know. When you avoid it just makes you look shady. You ruin your borrowing priveleges and you might get fucked up because of it. It doesnt matter how small or big the loan was. Its princple. You borrow something, you return it. No one should have to look for you asking &quot;WHERE&quot;S MY SHIT!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/feeds/1897227842919815374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2010/09/pay-me-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/1897227842919815374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/1897227842919815374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2010/09/pay-me-back.html' title='Pay Me Back!'/><author><name>Lazaguncarrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15129578819476433447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-5J3zkLEa1y3wY-34z4YfPDrthwZ8ioIOzK6eInJ6MOgbEPH3JPwpQW18e9-MJSDjFEpWPLTaatgBQh7HF8iyOXjMXLSsKtbtiLc2DiowZIsYJw3UMw0faPX0QONbW0Q/s220/CIMG0552.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357292840009297627.post-8651798481155943211</id><published>2010-09-08T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T09:46:09.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Explanation. (My Light and Sweet Blog)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;&quot;&gt;I cry &#39;cause you hurt too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m tight &#39;cause you dont listen too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m jealous &#39;cause you flirt too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m in your phone &#39;cause you lie too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m ready to fight &#39;cause I caught you too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m suspicious &#39;cause you with your homegirls too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;&quot;&gt;I resent myself &#39;cause I forgave you too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m tired &#39;cause we argue too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;&quot;&gt;I stay &#39;cause I love you too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m leaving &#39;cause I love me too much.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/feeds/8651798481155943211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2010/09/explanation-my-light-and-sweet-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/8651798481155943211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5357292840009297627/posts/default/8651798481155943211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazaguncarrier.blogspot.com/2010/09/explanation-my-light-and-sweet-blog.html' title='The Explanation. (My Light and Sweet Blog)'/><author><name>Lazaguncarrier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15129578819476433447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-5J3zkLEa1y3wY-34z4YfPDrthwZ8ioIOzK6eInJ6MOgbEPH3JPwpQW18e9-MJSDjFEpWPLTaatgBQh7HF8iyOXjMXLSsKtbtiLc2DiowZIsYJw3UMw0faPX0QONbW0Q/s220/CIMG0552.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5357292840009297627.post-6116824062222623081</id><published>2010-09-01T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T21:11:35.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&quot;If You Got Nine People Tight Over Your Blog, You&#39;re Saying Something Right.&quot; (Notes From The Author)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;Tristan told me if I got nine people tight over my blog, I&#39;m saying the right things. Well Tristan, you were right. Shout outs to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;Ummm, yea. Soo......my blog has been causing quite an uproar. Silently. I&#39;m quite surprised actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;Ha! Lemme stop lying to ya&#39;ll. I&#39;m not surprised. At all. I speak on topics that cause arguments. Not on purpose of course. These are just things that spark my interest. For those of you who don&#39;t know who I am, lemme tell you the things that I am NOT and we can continue on from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;I ain&#39;t no therapist, and I&#39;m not studying to be a therapist. As flattering as it sounds, don&#39;t call me Dr. Phil. I&#39;m not an expert, I just write off my experiences and the experience of others. And no, I&#39;m not some bitter single female trying to break up relationships. I don&#39;t do mass surveys, I&#39;m not some lonely housewife, some girl at home bored and in need of attention, and I DONT know everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;What I am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;A 21 year-old female who has years of experience in relationships. I also so happen to be that person that other people confide in about their problems (they could be male or female) and what I do is take my experiences and evaluate their experiences, put them together and then I convey a THEORY. And please, I speak to a lot of people. So don&#39;t read my blog and assume that it&#39;s in reference to you. As a matter of fact, lemme just say this one time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;I write for many reasons. I choose to share my thoughts with the public because I feel a few of you guys might learn something from what I write, gain a better understanding of a situation that may be similar to what i discuss, or just need to feel like &quot;you ain&#39;t tripping&quot; and that there are other people in the world who think just like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;My words aren&#39;t gold. But I&#39;m definitely bankable. I don&#39;t say it if I can&#39;t prove it. More than likely I&#39;ve been-there-done-that or I know someone who&#39;s been there and done that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t write my blogs for validation. You don&#39;t have to like what I write. Or agree with it. Or approve. These are my opinions, ideas, theories, and thoughts. If you are a frequent reader you already know this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;I curse in my blogs. Its my blog. And I will express myself however I want to. I can say fuck, bitch, shit, and dick because its MY BLOG. Its just my RAW way of saying how I feel. And besides, doesn&#39;t curse words make the read a little more...interesting? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;My blogs are general. Don&#39;t you think for one second that I sit at my MacBook and think about a certain person in my life and I decide to write a blog based on them. Because I don&#39;t have time for it. So relax. I like to believe that my blogs can relate to anyone, anybody, female or male, black or white.... Its a blog for everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t purposely mean to be offensive. I just speak what a lot of people don&#39;t. Or I speak for those who don&#39;t know how to effectively say what they feel. I write for the hell of it. I have something to say, people need something to read. And thats just pretty much it. Im uncut  and uncensored because... thats how life is. However, I often bite my tongue and maybe speak 15 percent of what I actually think. So my blog is the vault to my true feelings about certain subjects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;ANNNNNDD another THING,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;If you read my blogs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;And you feel like your that homewrecking ass dude/chick...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;Your that cheating partner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;You&#39;re that nice guy that everybody looks over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;You&#39;re that dumb bitch that puts her triflan man before her girls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;You&#39;re that person who be snooping thru their partners phone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;If you feel like my blogs apply to you, maybe its time you get your shit together and change all the things that are wrong in your life. Don&#39;t read my blogs for answers. Because you wont find them here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;And again, its ok to to not agree with me, and if you don&#39;t read my blog after this posting thats ok too. But I&#39;ma still talk my shit. :). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;For those of you who read my blogs, enjoy it, relate to it, and don&#39;t take the shit I say personal, I appreciate you for appreciating me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;courier new&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#993300;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Take it how you want. 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