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NOTTTTTT!</title><content type="html">Okay So Clubbing. *Shakes Head* Oh Clubbing How I Used To Love Thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674539226519174674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t9uD-cIG4GE/TsADXIyx_hI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Wv52FI6hFUg/s400/1291295494ratchet_club_outfits.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clubbing For Me Definitely Is Not What It Used To Be. After Going Out Last Night I Now Realize That I Have Some Serious Issues With Being On&lt;br /&gt;The "Scene". I Can Truly Say That Clubbing IS NOT MY THING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clubbing Isn't For Everybody And Its Okay Not Everybody Is Built For The Ridiculousness That Goes On At The Club. *Shakes Head Again* These Are My Clubbing Pet Peeves.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OOOOO&lt;/span&gt; The Good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ol&lt;/span&gt; Line Outside The Club In 40 Degree And Below Weather. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why Must We Be Forced To Freeze To Death On A Line That Goes Down The Block....We Look Like Livestock Waiting To Be Slaughtered!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679200789555398850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ari3SmRgfw/TtCTB0WRSMI/AAAAAAAAAgc/sLy09bjHGvk/s400/livestock1122_19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Why Is It That The Club Ratio Men To Women Is.... 1 To 5 (So That's 1 Man To Every 5 Women) And Some Men Still Have The Audacity of NOT INTERACTING WITH &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NEBODY&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679205226835150642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSF4OTtg3nE/TtCXEGgNBzI/AAAAAAAAAg0/L0gnf7FZY8A/s400/nervousguy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So You Really Mean To Tell Me You Paid Twenty Dollars To Get Into The Club And Now You Are Going To Stand On A Wall For 3 Hours Watching All The Girls In The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ROOOOOM&lt;/span&gt;!?! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Muther&lt;/span&gt; Fudging Mingle! (If You Dance With Someone It Does Not Mean You Are Now Married)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For All That Money Spent You Should Have Spent The Night Browsing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; Pages Of Numerous Females. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679204684937123842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sjo0UO9QsHc/TtCWkjxpWAI/AAAAAAAAAgo/7iMHbn_hJuQ/s400/1wcj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Why Are People Literally (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Scuse&lt;/span&gt; My Vulgarity) F#&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cking&lt;/span&gt; On The Dance Floor?!? &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679213296071030402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8iQAVHnhX54/TtCeZyv9NoI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Y7AmpymbNTA/s400/1303722405ratchet_stringnsw.jpg" /&gt; Men Get Your Penis Off My BACK Or Ass Crack....I Don't Even Know Your Name And Your Sausage Is All Up In My Backside! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ALSOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why Am Getting Elbowed In My Back While At The Bar Trying To Get My Drink On By Some Girl With Her Ass In The Air And Her Hands On The Ground?!? I Thought The Bar Was A Place Of Serenity/Calmness. Why Am I Getting Smacked In The Face By Some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Broad's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Indi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Remi&lt;/span&gt; Hair? Take That &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ish&lt;/span&gt; On The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dance floor&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 366px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679216671299043826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4wAkvVj5dw/TtCheQdBgfI/AAAAAAAAAhM/UqN4m9OiWro/s400/dutty-wine1%2B%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. While We Are On Drinks/The Bar....Why Is It So Expensive For Me To Buy Something That Would Enable Me To Forget My Name By The End Of The Night? I Want To Get Drunk And I Don't Know If One 15 Dollar Cup Of Long Island Iced Tea Will Do The Trick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Sleepy......If Ne body Wants To Add Anything Then Feel Free....What Are Your Club Pet Peeves? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1387885520809285809-1865844328223047853?l=sjonesluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So Right Now I'm Halfway Through A Book Called &lt;em&gt;The Five Love Languages for Singles &lt;/em&gt;By Gary Chapman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500128023545668082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-9R5v7OV2s0/TFRhS-acYfI/AAAAAAAAAfE/qhZ4MekJ0aA/s400/51pDBj160WL__BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Basically In The Book (Not Done With It Yet).... The Author Tries To Educate People On Relationships And Love In General. In A Nutshell The Author Points Out That Different People Have Different Ways Of Communicating With Each Other In Regards To Love (Hope I'm Gonna Make Sense) Mkay Each Person Has A Different Language Of Love, And Different People Hold These Different Languages Of Love At A Different Level Of Importance In Contrast To Another Person. There Are 5 Languages That Exist And They Are: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Words Of Affirmation (Being Positive And Uplifting Through Your Words To The Ones You Love)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Gifts (Giving/Receiving Gifts To Demonstrate Love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Acts of Service (Doing Good Deeds/Helpful Things In Order To Help Those U Love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Quality Time ( Spending Time With The One U Love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Physical Touch (Making Sure Through Holding/Touching/Love Making) That Your Partner Is Satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright So You Know How A Woman Says "O He Doesn't Do Sh*t Around The House" That Person Accepts &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Acts Of Service&lt;/span&gt; As Their Main Language Of Love. That Woman Who Has A Lazy Boyfriend Or Husband Will Start To Resent Their Other Half Because He Doesn't Accommodate His Girlfriend/Wife To Speak Her Language Of Love (Which She Holds Very High). That Female Probably Believes That A Man DOING For Her In Order To Help Her Whether Financially, Around The House, With Her Car...Etc Is Essential In Proving That A Man Loves Her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And You Know How A Person Says: "O She Doesn't Spend Time With Me Anymore, She Doesn't Love Me, There's Somebody Else" Well This Person Complains Because Their Main Language Of Love Is &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Quality Time&lt;/span&gt;. If You Are With Someone Whose Main Language Of Love Is Quality Time And You Don't Provide That....Then You Better Be Sure Your Relationship Will Slowly Deteriorate.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One More Example Is You Know How U Have A Girlfriend Who Says: "He Never Tells Me I'm Beautiful" Or A Woman That Says: "I'm Independent, Smart, And A Breadwinner Of The Family But My Husband Never Acknowledges All The Things That I Do" Well Those Girls Are Big On &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Words Of Affirmation&lt;/span&gt; 2 Keep Them Happy And Satisfied In a Relationship. These Women Need 2 Hear From Their Boyfriends/Husbands "Baby I Love You, You're Beautiful, And I Appreciate All That You Do". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically As Someone In A Relationship Or Starting A New Relationship You Have To Pay Close Attention To What Your Partner Is Saying In Order To Determine What Their Primary Language Of Love Is. I Believe My Primary Love Language Is Most Definitely Quality Time....It Will Not Work Between Me And A Man If He Can't Give Me Some "Us" Time. PERIOD. It Is Nice To Get And Give A Little Of Each Of These Languages From/To Your Partner But For Each Individual There Is Always One Love Language They Feel Is ABSOLUTELY Necessary In Order For Their Relationship 2 Function. Time 2 Be Little Investigators People!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Are Your Thoughts? Which Language Of Love Are You Guys' #1's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The Book Is Really Good....Pick It Up....You Don't Even Have 2 Be Single 2 Enjoy It, Very Insightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Outtie Tho....Love, Live Life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1387885520809285809-3074728229941718415?l=sjonesluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My Whole Mentality (Thanx To That Bastard Who Left Me...{You'll Get Yours Nucca}...) Has Changed....Part Of It For The Better But The Other Part Not So Much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Would Hate To Be The Bitter, Angry, Black Woman Scorned...But Hey Men Make Us That Way. I Mean I'm Not Completely Scorned And Curse Everything With A Penis But For Right Now I'm Over Them And The Whole Ambiance Of Being Goo Goo Gaa Gaa In Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically #1 Right Now Is Me....My Main Focus Is My Health, My Studies, My Family, Friends, And The Rest Are Just Excess Baggage. Honestly The Breakup Has Made Me Stronger And More Dependent On Me For My Happiness....Sure There Are Days That Are Worse Than Others But I Just Have To Remember That Man Wasn't For Me, The Pain He Was Causing Me....I Didn't Deserve It, The Games Were Not For Me, And The Person He's Going To Become Was Never Going To Match The Person I'm Planning To Become. How Could I Have Expected Someone To Love Me When I Didn't Even Know Me...I Didn't Know What Made Me Tick, Happy, Or Sad. I Didn't Know What I Didn't Want In A Man Because I Figured "Shit If I Dont Like Him, I'll Mold Him" (Um Wronnnnnnngo).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You See People I Was And Still Am An Incomplete Person...I Was Never In Touch With Myself And I Was A Moron So I Took Another Moron Serious (My Ex) Not Realizing We Both Had Some Growing Up To Do. So Now That I'm Maturing And Opening My Eyes To EVERYTHING...I'm Realizing That The Boy I Was With Wasn't Even On My Level And All He Was Doing Was Pulling Me Down. I Thought He Was My "Soulmate" Because My Mindstate Was Still Immature And Young...I Didn't Know Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Want Proof? Fall Semester While I Was With Him (And He Was Starting To Fuck Up...Yea We All Know The Signs Of When Men Start Fucking Up) My Gpa Ended Up A 2.5....Lowest It's Ever Been And Not One Of My Greatest Accomplishments. This Spring Semester With Him Out Of The Picture My Gpa Jumped Up To A 3.5.....Can We Say Hyped? Yea I Was Extremely Happy.....I Dunno It Just Proved To Me That I Can Be A Success Without Him Or Any Other Man To Make Me Complete...It Made Me Feel Like A Grown Woman....Finally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Wasn't The Prettiest Girl He Knew, I Didn't Have The Phattest Ass, I Don't Look Like A Top Model Everytime I Step Out The Mother Effin Door.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I Was A Good Girl, I Had Potential, And I Loved Him Hard.......I Have Self Worth, And Maybe Not Today, But One Day Somebody Will Think I'm Pretty Cool....Till Then I'm Having Fun Just Loving Me....Flaws And All....Unconditionally.......I Love That Girl. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487955042869547442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9R5v7OV2s0/TCkiCPmNkbI/AAAAAAAAAeU/u22Vzj_3fRM/s400/heart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1387885520809285809-1022344034261588838?l=sjonesluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Well I'm Lying Ne Ways). Mkay So Here We Go...I Digressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Is A Product Review And The Product I'm Reviewing Is *Drum roll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481252983535552946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-9R5v7OV2s0/TBFSjC-vybI/AAAAAAAAAds/vegWVR-XkFI/s400/sally_hensen1.jpg" /&gt;Is The Sally Hansen's Shaving Shower Spray On Thingy Ma Bob. If Some Of You Guys Don't Know I'm A Hairy Girl, Like U Cud Literally Braid Cornrows On My Arms...But Um Yea So I HATE Shaving With A Passion...U Couldn't Pay Me Enough To Do It Consistently. So My Goal Has Been To Find The Perfect Hair Remover Contraption With Little To No Work Involved. I Picked Up This 3 Minute Hair Remover Thingy And I Have A Love Hate Relationship With It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons:First Off The Smell Annoys Me, Secondly It Was A Spray So I Kept Getting Paranoid About It Accidentally Spraying Onto The Hair On My Head (Which Was Impossible..But The Paranoia Was Still There), And I HATED The Fact That I Could Get Probably 2 Usages Out Of That Spray Can (If I'm JUST Doing My Legs Because Once Again Thanx 2 My Wonderful Parents I'm Like Cousin It). &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 346px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481253699224043362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9R5v7OV2s0/TBFTMtILf2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/aZUAhEpCbdI/s400/cousin%2520it.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Deadass That $8.39 To Me Was A Waste Because I Feel Like U Cud Get More Bang For Your Buck If You Buy An Electric Razor Or Something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros: I Did Like The Fact That I Didn't Have To Touch My Leg At All...Just Rinsed With Water And Wiped With A Washcloth While In The Shower. It Did Take Exactly 3 Minutes And All The Hair Was Gone. I also Like This Because It Wasn't Time Consuming And It Got The Job Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ladies...And Gents (If U Into That Type Of Stuff)I Do Recommend This Just 2 Have Around For A Just In Case Moment (Like U Were Invited To A Last Minute Party And Ur Leg Was Looking Like Monique's @ The Golden Globes) And U Needed To Shave ASAP. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481254186977598130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-9R5v7OV2s0/TBFTpGJsGrI/AAAAAAAAAd8/rcE_pHL9FRo/s400/monique-golden-globes-hairy-legs2-do012010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But As For Getting This Weekly Or For Constant Use....Pass...Unless U Got Money 2 Blow...As For Me I'm In A Recession So....HATED IT!!!! (In Living Color Reference For My Old Heads).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duece Yall ....Love, Live Life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1387885520809285809-563102228717446580?l=sjonesluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I Told Them We Still Spoke And We Were Kool And We Still Liked Each Other But He STILL Does Not Want To Be With Me. My Friends Were Disgusted....They Felt Like I Should Have Moved On Long Ago And That I Should Have Cut My Ex Out Because They Believe That He's Stopping Me From Moving On. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It Got Rough They Questioned Me Like: What Does He Do For You, How Does He Benefit You, And Why Do You Need Him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Honestly People I Was Embarassed Because I Could Only Give Them Two Reasons....I Had No Other Reasons Besides He Was Motivational, And He Cared About Me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Then I Got Asked: If I&lt;br /&gt;Thought That He'd Go Above And Beyond For Me Like I Always Did For Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Responded No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That Right There Was My Epiphany Moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So My Friends Made Me Look At Myself And I Was Looking Crazy Out Here...Then I Revealed To Them I Haven't Gone On A Date For The Past 2 Years...And That I'm Not Talking To ANY Man Right Now, Not ONE. The Most I'd Do Is Give A Guy My Number Andddd Text Them Maybe Once Or Twice B4 Going Mia (And I've Even Stopped Doing That Because Its Depressing). I Told Them That The Thought Of Talking To A New Person Disgusts Me And That I Don't Think I Ever Will, O You Know That Drove Them Insane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So All Of Them Suggested That I Should Go Out With A New Guy So I Could Get Back Into The Swing Of Things. I Don't See How Dating Will Help Because I Don't Wanna Scare Men Off With All The Baggage I Got But Mkay. One Of My Friends Even Suggested A Friend She Had Who She Thought Wud Be A Good Match For Me...She Sent Him My Pic, He Sent His.....Just Ughhhhhhh, I Honestly Dont Wanna Try But Maybe Those Girls Know What They Were Talking About.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-9R5v7OV2s0/TAAPBhNDDXI/AAAAAAAAAdM/qUxMk37pLDk/s1600/blind_date.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 387px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476393665649905010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-9R5v7OV2s0/TAAPBhNDDXI/AAAAAAAAAdM/qUxMk37pLDk/s400/blind_date.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Dunno, I Really Am At A Loss...Till This Day I Still Cry Over My Ex...Laid In Bed For 2 Hours This Morning Just Sobbing, Like Really? I Just Can't Anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Ever Gave Your Everything To Someone Only 2 Find Out The Everything You Gave Didn't Mean Sh*t To Them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476394199335681858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-9R5v7OV2s0/TAAPglVpv0I/AAAAAAAAAdU/ut89Tf4ikYs/s400/ripped-out-heart--large-msg-119188833653.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Sigh* Only God Can Help Me....But When Is This Help Gonna Come Around?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1387885520809285809-4402182137013082004?l=sjonesluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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