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You are about to experience: Real Thoughts! Raw Emotions! No Lies, All Truth! No Holds Barred! So if you can't handle the truth click the X, True Story...This is MY Life!

Can YOU handle it?</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://truestorythisismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://truestorythisismylife.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555579140994731617/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Tayshia Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13498976420853507900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk80qnQTetI/SvKYE_FoFYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qVinMXrqTwQ/S220/SDC12154.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TrueStorythisIsMyLife" /><feedburner:info uri="truestorythisismylife" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>TrueStorythisIsMyLife</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4AQ3w9fyp7ImA9WxJWFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555579140994731617.post-1251809639519397396</id><published>2009-06-19T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:55:42.267-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-19T13:55:42.267-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alcohol" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drunk" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adventure" /><title>Wild Out Wednesday</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://truestorythisismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1251809639519397396/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555579140994731617&amp;postID=1251809639519397396" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555579140994731617/posts/default/1251809639519397396?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555579140994731617/posts/default/1251809639519397396?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TrueStorythisIsMyLife/~3/FVl8pyOE9hg/wild-out-wednesday.html" title="Wild Out Wednesday" /><author><name>Tayshia Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13498976420853507900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk80qnQTetI/SvKYE_FoFYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qVinMXrqTwQ/S220/SDC12154.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">man what a night i had on wednesday. i haven't been out on the scene and had that much to drink in such a long time...i don't even know what was going on in my mind.  i kind of started the night off with the mindset of i'm here to have fun and i'm only going to drink a little because i know i have to get my butt to work in the morning. but all that went to hell once i got to seattle. the plus &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://truestorythisismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/pretty-ricky-and-sexy-spec.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MCSXY7eCp7ImA9WxJQFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555579140994731617.post-1085636739570428562</id><published>2009-05-29T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:24:28.800-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-29T11:24:28.800-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weight loss journey" /><title>update on my weight loss journey</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://truestorythisismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1085636739570428562/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555579140994731617&amp;postID=1085636739570428562" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555579140994731617/posts/default/1085636739570428562?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555579140994731617/posts/default/1085636739570428562?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TrueStorythisIsMyLife/~3/aiQH-tcRF3c/update-on-my-weight-loss-journey.html" title="update on my weight loss journey" /><author><name>Tayshia Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13498976420853507900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk80qnQTetI/SvKYE_FoFYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qVinMXrqTwQ/S220/SDC12154.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">so part of the reason that i've been MIA is that i have been working out hard in the gym...seriously like every day. its crazy but oh so worth it. i started on May 1st, i have invested in a personal trainer and the body bug...which work very well together. even though i haven't had a tremendous loss in weight i feel healthier, i have a better understanding of my eating habits and how those &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://truestorythisismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/update-on-my-weight-loss-journey.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4DR3w5eSp7ImA9WxJQFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555579140994731617.post-8866296298420117459</id><published>2009-05-29T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:52:56.221-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-29T14:52:56.221-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boys" /><title>Happy Friday...Grrr I hate douche bags!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://truestorythisismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8866296298420117459/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555579140994731617&amp;postID=8866296298420117459" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555579140994731617/posts/default/8866296298420117459?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555579140994731617/posts/default/8866296298420117459?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TrueStorythisIsMyLife/~3/Kgff9vKSnvY/happy-fridaygrrr-i-hate-douche-bags.html" title="Happy Friday...Grrr I hate douche bags!" /><author><name>Tayshia Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13498976420853507900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk80qnQTetI/SvKYE_FoFYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qVinMXrqTwQ/S220/SDC12154.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">First of I want to start by saying that it is a lovely sunny Friday here in Seattle *gasps* I know shocking, right?  So despite my angry emotions in this blog I am very happy today...just dealing with a total asshat...its annoying.  So this is kind of a letter to this guy...who i know i shouldn't even be dedicating a blog too...but whatever here's his 15min in the spotlight...lolDear ________, I &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://truestorythisismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-fridaygrrr-i-hate-douche-bags.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcMQH08eip7ImA9WxJREEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555579140994731617.post-1702542659453966387</id><published>2009-05-11T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:48:01.372-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-11T15:48:01.372-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I'm Baaaaaack" /><title>Monday: Quick-ster...Stay Tuned</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://truestorythisismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1702542659453966387/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555579140994731617&amp;postID=1702542659453966387" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555579140994731617/posts/default/1702542659453966387?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555579140994731617/posts/default/1702542659453966387?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TrueStorythisIsMyLife/~3/I-fm80tZ_No/monday-quick-sterstay-tuned.html" title="Monday: Quick-ster...Stay Tuned" /><author><name>Tayshia Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13498976420853507900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk80qnQTetI/SvKYE_FoFYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qVinMXrqTwQ/S220/SDC12154.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Ok guys, I'm so sorry I've been MIA for a couple weeks now. Just been running around like crazy but I do have some stories/thoughts that I want to share regarding some things that have happened in the last couple weeks or so....stay tuned!  I'm guessing that I will have a few blogs posted over the next couple days, so you will have lots to read and comment on, yay!Thx and I promise to never leave&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://truestorythisismylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/monday-quick-sterstay-tuned.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UGQn48fip7ImA9WxVaGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555579140994731617.post-3224791637614385049</id><published>2009-04-15T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:47:03.076-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-15T11:47:03.076-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fast Food Restaurants" /><title>What Were They Thinking?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://truestorythisismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3224791637614385049/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555579140994731617&amp;postID=3224791637614385049" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555579140994731617/posts/default/3224791637614385049?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555579140994731617/posts/default/3224791637614385049?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TrueStorythisIsMyLife/~3/bRW6a-Z5h1M/what-were-they-thinking.html" title="What Were They Thinking?" /><author><name>Tayshia Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13498976420853507900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk80qnQTetI/SvKYE_FoFYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qVinMXrqTwQ/S220/SDC12154.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Okay, now I'm sure that some of you may have already seen this video but man this is gross and I had to post it and do a response...this is why i try my hardest to stay away from fast food restaurants!Now after watching that doesn't it give you a whole new sense of motivation? I never worked in the fast food industry but i've heard several stories from friends that have and it grosses me out &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://truestorythisismylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-were-they-thinking.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4MRHgzfSp7ImA9WxVaFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555579140994731617.post-7276878806966894658</id><published>2009-04-13T16:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:56:25.685-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-13T16:56:25.685-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mondays" /><title>i hate Mondays =o(</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://truestorythisismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7276878806966894658/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555579140994731617&amp;postID=7276878806966894658" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555579140994731617/posts/default/7276878806966894658?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555579140994731617/posts/default/7276878806966894658?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TrueStorythisIsMyLife/~3/oz1mMFDuoUc/i-hate-mondays-o.html" title="i hate Mondays =o(" /><author><name>Tayshia Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13498976420853507900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk80qnQTetI/SvKYE_FoFYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qVinMXrqTwQ/S220/SDC12154.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!*whew* sorry had to get that out, well its Monday and what a busy day it has been.  I got to work and literally hit the ground running and I haven't stopped yet.  i feel so unaccomplished today (is that even a word?) *sigh* it was like email after friggin email, nonstop..and then to make matters worse my manager had me brain storming ice &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://truestorythisismylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-friday-i-will-be-posting-about.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4AQnk7cSp7ImA9WxVaE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555579140994731617.post-4160142776794674622</id><published>2009-04-09T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:05:43.709-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-09T12:05:43.709-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stupid drivers" /><title>Road Rage</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://truestorythisismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4160142776794674622/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555579140994731617&amp;postID=4160142776794674622" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555579140994731617/posts/default/4160142776794674622?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555579140994731617/posts/default/4160142776794674622?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TrueStorythisIsMyLife/~3/Ozs3tgkRHmw/road-rage.html" title="Road Rage" /><author><name>Tayshia Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13498976420853507900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk80qnQTetI/SvKYE_FoFYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qVinMXrqTwQ/S220/SDC12154.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk80qnQTetI/Sd5G_SSXybI/AAAAAAAAAEE/dtR1BlhUj3I/s72-c/untitled.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">as i was sitting here trying to focus my energy into finishing up my work, hah yes i do have an actual job, betcha wouldn't be able to tell the way i post...lol. anyways, as i was sitting here i started getting irritated thinking about my drive home yesterday and how STUPID seattle drivers are! okay let me calm down before my boss walks by lol. yesterday evening i was on I405 heading south when &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://truestorythisismylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/road-rage.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYMSHYyeyp7ImA9WxVaEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555579140994731617.post-2727758746291606904</id><published>2009-04-09T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:56:29.893-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-09T09:56:29.893-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Britney Spears" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Concerts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Beyonce" /><title>Beyonce last week, Britney tonight!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://truestorythisismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2727758746291606904/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555579140994731617&amp;postID=2727758746291606904" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555579140994731617/posts/default/2727758746291606904?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555579140994731617/posts/default/2727758746291606904?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TrueStorythisIsMyLife/~3/i5MztJ6RoVo/beyonce-last-week-britney-tonight.html" title="Beyonce last week, Britney tonight!" /><author><name>Tayshia Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13498976420853507900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk80qnQTetI/SvKYE_FoFYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qVinMXrqTwQ/S220/SDC12154.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk80qnQTetI/Sd4oYEmrXdI/AAAAAAAAADk/34Anw0Doeb8/s72-c/Britney-Spears9.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">So I'm going to see Britney Spears tonight in concert, I'm actually really freakin excited. I was able to catch Beyonce in concert last week and she knocked my socks off so I'm ready to see what the princess of pop can do. I heard that at her Vancouver show last night she paused the show for almost an hour because people were smoking weed and stuff, so she waited until they were done before &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://truestorythisismylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/beyonce-last-week-britney-tonight.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUMRnYyfip7ImA9WxVaEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555579140994731617.post-758701613546535013</id><published>2009-04-08T09:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:58:07.896-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-09T09:58:07.896-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="natural hair" /><title>Happy Nappy Me</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://truestorythisismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/758701613546535013/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555579140994731617&amp;postID=758701613546535013" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555579140994731617/posts/default/758701613546535013?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555579140994731617/posts/default/758701613546535013?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TrueStorythisIsMyLife/~3/vQzfiodz6I4/happy-nappy-me.html" title="Happy Nappy Me" /><author><name>Tayshia Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13498976420853507900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk80qnQTetI/SvKYE_FoFYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qVinMXrqTwQ/S220/SDC12154.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk80qnQTetI/Sd4pFI3tz7I/AAAAAAAAADs/brkDGzOOWcY/s72-c/l_e964b4e46d114f0b80e3fdcd91be3d9c.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">  Yes, this is me. :)i have been natural for about a year and some change, i am enjoying the experience and loving my hair more and more everyday. i remember when i decided last february to do my BC, my relaxer had grown out and i had all this fun new growth that wanted to do its own thing. i was in the bathroom looking at my reflection, i found a pair of scissors and in a seconds impulse began &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://truestorythisismylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-nappy-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8AQH47eip7ImA9WxVaE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555579140994731617.post-167166808925749663</id><published>2009-04-08T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T11:07:21.002-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-10T11:07:21.002-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships" /><title>Another Shot at Love w/ Tayshia Starr</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://truestorythisismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/167166808925749663/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555579140994731617&amp;postID=167166808925749663" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555579140994731617/posts/default/167166808925749663?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555579140994731617/posts/default/167166808925749663?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TrueStorythisIsMyLife/~3/7V7iDvaiYm8/another-shot-at-love-w-tayshia-starr.html" title="Another Shot at Love w/ Tayshia Starr" /><author><name>Tayshia Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13498976420853507900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk80qnQTetI/SvKYE_FoFYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qVinMXrqTwQ/S220/SDC12154.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk80qnQTetI/Sd4puy0AgSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5GwqZR-dt3g/s72-c/tzun466l.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">ahhh i'm stoked right about now, but i'm really trying to limit my level of excitment for fear of having my hopes crushed by reality. so let me fill you in on all the craziness since i'm sure you are staring at your screen wondering what the heck i'm talking about, ahh yea right. LOL so for the last couple months i've been dating, well kind of dating this guy. he is 23 and in the navy, not &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://truestorythisismylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-shot-at-love-w-tayshia-starr.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UMRHY7cCp7ImA9WxVaEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555579140994731617.post-3868588258476877680</id><published>2009-04-07T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:28:05.808-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-07T10:28:05.808-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="public safety" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="security" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="suicide" /><title>He did what?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://truestorythisismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3868588258476877680/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555579140994731617&amp;postID=3868588258476877680" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555579140994731617/posts/default/3868588258476877680?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555579140994731617/posts/default/3868588258476877680?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TrueStorythisIsMyLife/~3/Jp905_8500Y/he-did-what.html" title="He did what?" /><author><name>Tayshia Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13498976420853507900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk80qnQTetI/SvKYE_FoFYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qVinMXrqTwQ/S220/SDC12154.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">wow, so i just read the oddest story on my local news site. apparently early yesterday (monday) morning (12AM) a 24 year old man killed himself in a movie theater while watching the movie Watchmen. There were at least 10 other people in the theater at the time he allegedly shot himself. My first thought after reading this was, how did he get a gun into the theater? and then i quickly flash backed&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://truestorythisismylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-did-what.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIGRX4zfyp7ImA9WxVaEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555579140994731617.post-6810860671239998705</id><published>2009-04-07T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:02:04.087-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-09T10:02:04.087-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gay marriage" /><title>Vermont legalizes gay marragies</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://truestorythisismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6810860671239998705/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555579140994731617&amp;postID=6810860671239998705" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555579140994731617/posts/default/6810860671239998705?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555579140994731617/posts/default/6810860671239998705?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TrueStorythisIsMyLife/~3/d7Twzc_by4Y/vermont-legalizes-gay-marragies.html" title="Vermont legalizes gay marragies" /><author><name>Tayshia Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13498976420853507900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk80qnQTetI/SvKYE_FoFYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qVinMXrqTwQ/S220/SDC12154.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk80qnQTetI/Sd4qB6pvh8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/uknq5YLv2p8/s72-c/wedding_rings(4).jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">before i went to bed last night the last story that i heard on the news was that of Vermont lawmakers legalizing gay marriage. now i have always been pro choice on many issues, and i have always felt like gay couples should be treated as any hetero couple so when i heard the news i was happy. but then i found out that only 3 other states have passed a bill that allows gay marriage to happen (&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://truestorythisismylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/vermont-legalizes-gay-marragies.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIESXs_eCp7ImA9WxVaEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555579140994731617.post-603413876914340825</id><published>2009-04-07T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:15:08.540-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-08T11:15:08.540-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="young love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage" /><title>Married at 21 - Love or Lust</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://truestorythisismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/603413876914340825/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555579140994731617&amp;postID=603413876914340825" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555579140994731617/posts/default/603413876914340825?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555579140994731617/posts/default/603413876914340825?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TrueStorythisIsMyLife/~3/jPLIVbw4Rqo/married-at-21-love-or-lust.html" title="Married at 21 - Love or Lust" /><author><name>Tayshia Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13498976420853507900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk80qnQTetI/SvKYE_FoFYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qVinMXrqTwQ/S220/SDC12154.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">so i was perusing myspace and happened to come across the page of a "friend" and found out that she just got married! now you may be sitting there thinking, okay congrats to her, so what? well heres the catch, she just met this guy in january of this year...well she found him, she didn't actually meet him until late february.  the story behind it is that she met him online on one of the many &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://truestorythisismylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-can-follow-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAGSHs9eyp7ImA9WxVaEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555579140994731617.post-1095283849836697342</id><published>2009-04-06T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:38:49.563-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-06T12:38:49.563-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="case of the ex" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships" /><title>Oops, did I just do that?!?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://truestorythisismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1095283849836697342/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555579140994731617&amp;postID=1095283849836697342" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555579140994731617/posts/default/1095283849836697342?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555579140994731617/posts/default/1095283849836697342?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TrueStorythisIsMyLife/~3/e0FG5QhO8r4/oops-did-i-just-do-that.html" title="Oops, did I just do that?!?" /><author><name>Tayshia Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13498976420853507900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk80qnQTetI/SvKYE_FoFYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qVinMXrqTwQ/S220/SDC12154.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">*in shock*okay so i'm sitting at work trying to focus my energy on positive things, but something in my heart is screaming out for a little love and affection. so i have the bright idea to call up the ex.  i don't know why i chose him, maybe because i knew he would answer...i mean it has been a whole year and some change since we have seen and talked to each other.  *sigh* i actually called him &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://truestorythisismylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-another-manic-monday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QHSXc9eyp7ImA9WxVbFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555579140994731617.post-3532376372649568537</id><published>2009-03-30T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T11:55:38.963-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-30T11:55:38.963-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weight loss journey" /><title>Why is losing weight so friggin hard</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://truestorythisismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3532376372649568537/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555579140994731617&amp;postID=3532376372649568537" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555579140994731617/posts/default/3532376372649568537?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555579140994731617/posts/default/3532376372649568537?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TrueStorythisIsMyLife/~3/KranflSPEk4/why-is-losing-weight-so-friggin-hard.html" title="Why is losing weight so friggin hard" /><author><name>Tayshia Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13498976420853507900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk80qnQTetI/SvKYE_FoFYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qVinMXrqTwQ/S220/SDC12154.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I am beating myself up inside because i honestly would have been at my goal weight if I would have just stuck to the damn working out on a daily basis!  What the hell happened?!? I will tell you what happened, LIFE. This always happens to me and I am in no way complaining, just mad at myself because i didn't stick to it.  I had a clear cut plan and i let go of the vision.  i was already up &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://truestorythisismylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-is-losing-weight-so-friggin-hard.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8FR3s5fip7ImA9WxVbFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555579140994731617.post-3403999769253604838</id><published>2009-03-27T09:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T11:30:16.526-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-30T11:30:16.526-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Twitter" /><title>Current Addiction: Twitter</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://truestorythisismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3403999769253604838/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555579140994731617&amp;postID=3403999769253604838" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555579140994731617/posts/default/3403999769253604838?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555579140994731617/posts/default/3403999769253604838?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TrueStorythisIsMyLife/~3/CO4tB3QJM34/current-addiction-twitter.html" title="Current Addiction: Twitter" /><author><name>Tayshia Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13498976420853507900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk80qnQTetI/SvKYE_FoFYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qVinMXrqTwQ/S220/SDC12154.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Dude, is it totally bad that my new addiction is Twitter?!?! Like I had one last year before all of the hype but I cancelled my account and then I signed up again at the beginning of the year, didn't like it so I nixed that account too...and now I'm back.  I actually like it this time around because I'm following some pretty interesting people and I'm naturally nosey so it satisfies the need to &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://truestorythisismylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/current-addiction-twitter.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAMRXY9cSp7ImA9WxVUE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555579140994731617.post-4403649347253358835</id><published>2009-03-18T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:36:24.869-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-18T10:36:24.869-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships" /><title>When The Tables Turn</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://truestorythisismylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4403649347253358835/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6555579140994731617&amp;postID=4403649347253358835" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555579140994731617/posts/default/4403649347253358835?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6555579140994731617/posts/default/4403649347253358835?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TrueStorythisIsMyLife/~3/eOtXZO5W-xg/when-tables-turn.html" title="When The Tables Turn" /><author><name>Tayshia Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13498976420853507900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wk80qnQTetI/SvKYE_FoFYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qVinMXrqTwQ/S220/SDC12154.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Have you ever been in a situation where you didn't want to hurt someone's feelings but you knew that you had to because it was the "right" thing to do?  I feel like that right now. *le sigh*I've always been the type of girl that was very upfront and real with my feelings, but if I knew that I could crush someone's world with that I always held back to spare them the pain.  But this situation is &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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