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Especially within the first few days of this particular age. However, not only did I get like 40 Happy Birthdays, but my week as turned into a complete disaster!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My flip flop broke when I tripped off our stoop that's by the front door, I got caught in the rain not once but twice!! Don't get me started on whatever made me super duper sick for two days....it was either the coconut water or the breakfast sandwich that wasn't prepared properly. Then, my computer decided to be an ass and refuse to save my game progress in my sims and I was pissed no doubt, then wouldn't it close the game and then claim it's time for an update, what the hell?!?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the kicker, not only was I and my poor aching feet drenched in cloud pee, but my cell phone, the back up one, got wet and refused to turn on yesterday! I finally got it to work finally and now I'm happy. To be honest....I dread Saturday. Did I mention I may be starting a diet for Sunday???&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;OH THE AGONY OF BEING 26!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.itzmzbunny.com/feeds/9213306825731868338/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.itzmzbunny.com/2013/05/i-got-99-problems-and-being-26-is-one.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455980475416174994/posts/default/9213306825731868338?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455980475416174994/posts/default/9213306825731868338?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/itzmzbunny/gQjj/~3/lKZC3euXLVs/i-got-99-problems-and-being-26-is-one.html" title="I Got 99 Problems And Being 26 Is One Of Them" /><author><name>Bunny Ramsey</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104236046375672812549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xNi3vfvtjXo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC5o/K2qkxu9TK3I/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.itzmzbunny.com/2013/05/i-got-99-problems-and-being-26-is-one.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUBRHw4eip7ImA9WhBaEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2455980475416174994.post-2805109881541927167</id><published>2013-05-22T06:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2013-05-22T06:57:35.232-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-22T06:57:35.232-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bunny" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationshipz" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Faux Pas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="For The Love of Love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mars vs. Venus" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Unpredictable" /><title>Finding Juliet</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Ok, I sort of met this guy. For now we'll call him Dell. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He wasn't someone I would immediately be attracted to, and him being a Leo left me very unsure. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yet when it all came together, we are by far more compatible than I would have ever imagine. He's not very handsome, but he has a nice smile and a please disposition (so far at least). He seems to know what he want and is man enough to say so. No beating around the bush or making same lame story up. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He has a job, nothing fancy but a job is a job. He's ambitious, smart and one of very few guys I can have an intellectual conversation with. He seems quiet and to himself, and wants more out of life than whatever's given to us by default. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Believe it or not, he didn't get creeper out when I said I never had a relationship with a guy before. Didn't hesitate when I mentioned my bisexuality. He said he doesn't want to rush me, and most of all sex wasn't apart of any of our conversations. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The more contemplate this and wonder. Can I really make it work with a Leo?? Even though I wasn't looking for him, could he have possibly been looking for me?? But even though all this seems and feels too good to be true, I must admit I'm hesitated and my heart is wary and uncertain. I want to, I want to see what it could be like. Yet my heart and my mind says, "Remember what happen last time??" Then there are those "things" that make me feel really inadequate. It makes be self conscious, lose what little confidence I do have and wonder if there's someone out there better than me for him. Then I say to myself, how I must be kidding myself...how is this going to work? There's also a few things about him that rub me the wrong way, but for some odd reason I've learned to get past them. Just like accepting he's a Leo...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I've heard a lot of people say ne wary of those who want to rush into things. But....what if this didn't feel like the others?? Where it doesn't feel like a scam or that there's a strong possibility that I might be taken advantage of?? What if this turns out to be the best thing that's ever happen to me??&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Still, I'm reluctant and uneasy about all this. I said I was giving up after all and throwing in all the towels. Have I possibly spoken too soon?? Last time my Romeo didn't pick me to be Juliet; neither did my Ramona or her sidekick. It left me jaded and unhappy. Well there's only so much rejection one can take before you reach a breaking point. Yet my curiosity is peaked and I want to find out, I want to know what its like.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Trial and error is the way you make mistakes, learn some lessons, gain some wisdom and most importantly grow into a better, different and stronger person each day. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I think, I'll see what happens. Give him my number....maybe. Hmph, what's the worst that could happen?? Oh yeah, I can get attached and be rejected all over again. But I can't help but believe his words. No truer words have ever been spoken to me by a man. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I just hope that if I decide to take this leap of faith this time, my parachute opens up when he changes his mind about catching me. &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I'm pissed and driving after I find out Rita's is closed. While on my way to my next destination, tell me why this crazy female deer decides &lt;i&gt;OH hey I can cross the street now even though there's a car coming. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This crazy bitch jumps out in front of me, so I'm like &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;OH CRAP OH CRAP OH CRAP!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I'm trying to stop without slamming on the brakes, why this ho decide to run &lt;i&gt;TOWARDS ME?!&lt;/i&gt; I'm like &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;BITCH WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I would've swerved if there's wasn't a car coming on the opposing traffic. So then she decides out of the blue &lt;i&gt;OH MY GOODNESS THIS HUMAN IS ABOUT TO RUN ME OVER WITH HER HIPPIE VAN&lt;/i&gt;. Her punk ass ran behind this big old decorative boulder. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I'm pretty sure I had like 5 heart attacks and 2 strokes. That dumb broad playing in the street and shit. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The wild life is out to get me, I'm sure of it. &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I was born at 1:18 AM (a Wednesday to be exact) and I've always been honored my mama remembered what time I was born and if it was hot or cold and other tidbits. So ever since she told me I'd stayed up until 1:18am May 20 and end my day May 21 at 1:18am. It seems once I hit my 20s, I wait for it and then when I look back at the clock it's 2am like what the hell?! &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It never fails. This year I was waiting and it was 1am and I was excited. Next time I looked at the clock it said 1:30. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I can't say it was the best birthday or the worst. I spent most of the day beating the heat and napping here and there. I did get on the computer and spent time with ny Sim friends while I would pop in on facebook and thank one of the 30+ (out of 700) friends that gave me well wishes. I know what I want but since people don't want to participate I have to find something more affordable and less frustrating. Trust me not too many people are willing to throw a birthday bash for friends like you would do for them. Even the regular stuff I did it and it was ok, but I would like people to get the notion to wish me a Happy Birthdays and mess. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So my mama wants to do something som maybe after I take her to vote tomorrow we'll go to Eat-B-)Park and maybe have a day at Rita's or something. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In the mean time, I'm fin to get me a.chilli cheese dog abd then head home to see what's exciting going on on the Sims world. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It's was an ok birthday but I don't like getting older. For the most part, I'm looking forward to my thirties, hopefully they're a lot better than the 20s we're lol. &lt;/p&gt;
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I'm just not feeling turning a year older. Between last year and this year it's like another depressing holiday I'll be spending alone. 
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Well not completely alone but Madea's.getting older and isn't up for anything challenging. So its more of another day that comes as quickly and leaves briskly. 
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I did excited for a moment and wanted to do something fun. Since everything I googled all included paid trips, outings and spa visits or happenings with friends I don't have. I'm pretty screwed in the fun department. 
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I said I can't let that stop me. There are pros and cons to having friends and unfortunately I got a huge dose of the cons than the pros. Actually never had any pros. But that's besides the point, sometimes you expect people to give back to you what you gave them. Unfortunately that's never the case. And sometimes it's even lonelier in a group who pays you no attention or act like you mattered oppose to being by yourself. 
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Then I'm thinking well an outing would be nice. But I'd feel silly sitting at the park by myself staring into space and I don't want people watching me like I'm some freak because I'm people watching or on a space cadet ride lol. For a quick moment I got depressed and thought how this isn't where I expected my life to go much less exist in this same conditioned routine. Yes it can be changed but when change involves other you get no satisfaction nor move closer to where you'd like to be. 
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So there I sat wondering and trying to.figure out how to have a Happy Birthday. Most people said I should get gussied up and go out and meet people. Honestly I don't want to be too friendly and I'd rather not go down that road. I want to keep driving past that particular detour. 
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What does a "loner" do for their birthday?? The same thing I do every year: dread it to hell and back, think about how many fun birthdays I had, and when will I have another fun birthday. 
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Then I look at everyone who says they get happy birthday wishes from families and how the only family that worry about my birthday was my mother and father. Not that I don't appreciate that, I just expected that people who are my blood relatives would be happy that I was born and celebrate it and not damn it into the ground every year. Same goes for those who claimed to be friends, I couldn't get a bag of chips thrown my way let alone them do something nice for me. 
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Thus it never fails, I get excited for my.birthday to come and then it sucks or turns out like crap. Or in some rare cases like this year and a few others I find myself doing nothing. I just don't know what to expect any more. 
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Even as I sit here I'm baffled as to what to do. I know it's my day and what I would love to do isn't a possible. Even to fake it out would be hard. But I realized after seeing a bunch of fellow May 20th Birthday holders on Twitter that even though I may not get exactly what I want, I should still enjoy it. I may not get the bog old birthday party where everyone's happy to celebrate with and for me and honestly that may never come. I shouldn't forsake my own birthday for the less than pleasurable personalities of others. 
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So I may be at home today, I may go to the park, I may go to the porch and take a nap. It even sucks to be turning 26. But I'm going to look forward to it, even if it seems and sounds depressing. You win some and you lose some; in the end its all going to be worth it. I hope someday I can look back on this and say oh hey that's when it all finally came together (maybe lol). 
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For now my day will consist of me washing my hair, listening to good music and possibly blogging here and there lol. 
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Happy Birthday fellow May 20th Babies. I hope you all have a wonderful birthday too!
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I've heard all of these except for the one about being diagnosed with Cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would welcome that one, at least it'll have a reason and purpose, than to be just because people are unsure about their feelings or they're just mean spirited if you know what I mean....&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.itzmzbunny.com/feeds/8022471783920688593/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.itzmzbunny.com/2013/05/a-list-of-4-words-you-never-want-to-hear.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455980475416174994/posts/default/8022471783920688593?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455980475416174994/posts/default/8022471783920688593?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/itzmzbunny/gQjj/~3/keAX885X0HI/a-list-of-4-words-you-never-want-to-hear.html" title="A List Of 4 Words You Never Want To Hear" /><author><name>Bunny Ramsey</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104236046375672812549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xNi3vfvtjXo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC5o/K2qkxu9TK3I/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-v_kDxDh75AI/UXwDeFjy56I/AAAAAAAAKqY/eE1BosDFcrE/s72-c/blogger-image--879675169.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.itzmzbunny.com/2013/05/a-list-of-4-words-you-never-want-to-hear.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IAQX48fyp7ImA9WhBbGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2455980475416174994.post-6860364283493643540</id><published>2013-05-19T00:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-05-19T00:59:00.077-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-19T00:59:00.077-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Taurascopes" /><title>Taurus Fact #15</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6pnddkwmb1qisjo9o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6pnddkwmb1qisjo9o1_500.png" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.itzmzbunny.com/feeds/6860364283493643540/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.itzmzbunny.com/2013/05/taurus-fact-15.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455980475416174994/posts/default/6860364283493643540?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455980475416174994/posts/default/6860364283493643540?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/itzmzbunny/gQjj/~3/tbJqvvQtooA/taurus-fact-15.html" title="Taurus Fact #15" /><author><name>Bunny Ramsey</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104236046375672812549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xNi3vfvtjXo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAC5o/K2qkxu9TK3I/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.itzmzbunny.com/2013/05/taurus-fact-15.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQFQHc4eyp7ImA9WhBbGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2455980475416174994.post-5944856046069825564</id><published>2013-05-18T18:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2013-05-18T19:05:11.933-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-18T19:05:11.933-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="WTF-ery" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Unpredictable" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Holocryptic..." /><title>Childish, Much??</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So I just saw this guy I went to high school and elementary with. He was jock and played a many of sports. He was so into himself that he wouldn't give any girl the time of day. He's dark skinned and has the nasty attitude you'd ever see in your life time, plus he's short too. I mean let's face it this guy was a real &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;asshole&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!! His dad grew up in same neighborhood as my parents. They even said his father was just like him as a kid, so I'm assuming it's genetic. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So here I am and I'm like &lt;i&gt;wow look at him, still looks the same&lt;/i&gt;. But only difference was he was pushing a baby stroller. For a moment I gave him credit for getting over himself and getting on with his life. Not saying it's right to have a baby out of wedlock, but let's face it this guy thought NO FEMALE was good enough to even follow his shadow. &lt;i&gt;Boy was I wrong.&lt;/i&gt; In the midst of my gawking at him and trying to figure out if the baby was a boy or girl. He whips out his wave brush and starts gussying up!! Then I was like, damn I guess some people never change or grow up or even get over themselves lol. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Update:&lt;/b&gt; Maybe not all hope is lost!! When I finally went I to the store, he was looking at the bouquet of flowers. I know his mom died while we were in school from cancer I think (&lt;i&gt;don't quote me on it&lt;/i&gt;) and unless the flowers is for her grave. I'd be really stunned if he brought those for a girl lol. &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;However never made it a point to be stern enough to say that Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder. I mean force feed that to us. Not to use as a plight or something to make you think on. Too many girls get heart broken or hurt badly all because of looks and no one seems to have a remedy for that. They just shrug it off with an 'oh bother' and ignore it. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;To me that's so sad. There are plenty of girls who go into the world happy, free, comfortable and confident. It's already a big deal when you have other girls bringing you down. But when the boys do it that's a bit much to me. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I read this article and after I made my few comments, I've been following the comments. The author is explains that the reason why an attractive woman has problems when it comes to dating is because she's chased by the hunters, scares off the weaklings and is basically emotionally unstable in some regards. His slight so called advice doesn't work. He gives the whole &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;KEEP AT KIDS YOU'LL GET IT SOMEDAY&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; speech. But many of women have and some have tried so hard like me and found out before it was late that relationships weren't part of the agenda in the first place. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Well someone commented and said how women need to understand that when they approach a man she catches him of guard and he's confused and so on and so forth. I'm ok with that really. However there's been guys I've approached who blew me off. So I can't take that as excuse. Or how there's Mr. Right in the corner watching secretly and happily from a distance of two worlds. Well if that's the case Mr. Right is lacking some serious communication skills, he has to be depressed and must be confused. We all get scared, I'm not going to say we don't. But you shouldn't pass up an opportunity either and it doesn't hurt to ask question. But regret can be a pain in the ass!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Then the author and a few other guys talk about how the have friends who aren't like that and treat women with respect. Well yeah I know guys like that too but they pick and choose who to be gentlemen-like to. Nine times out of ten, it's never the nice girl from next door. It's that hoochie mama that's a turn off in everybody's book but his [&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.itzmzbunny.com/2013/05/the-height-of-ignorance.html"&gt;The Height Of Ignorance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;].&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Well one someone commented today and said that isn't it ironic that the unattractive women want to be gorgeous thinking that would solve all their problems? &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That made me think. Yeah that does happen. Even the cute or pretty girls. We all at some point wish to be prettier and more attractive and to gain whoever's attention. Not out of being vain, even though that may be true for some. But to feel and be wanted. To be the center of someone's attentions, life and their world. I must admit it has to be a great feeling. Then again I know some less than attractive women who pull in more men than supermodels can. That's even more ironic, baffling even. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So why don't they tell us that we can be and feel pretty, but we won't actually be pretty until we choose or better yet obtain a mate?? Those of us that don't are put into two categories: The Ugly girls and the women who have something wrong with them who is bound to own like 50 cats. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Something to think about. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Then I have to wonder, why are men told the same silly jargon as boys?? Some of their right of passage is silly and stupid. Conquer five women before the weekend, and nab each of the girls' panties type bull. Yet they're told you pick the prettiest woman that'll make your world everything you ever wanted. Then they pick the worst woman, and prey on the good girl to make up for slack, fill the void and have a complete dessert buffet. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Maybe they should stop weighing in on beauty and looks and appearances so much so people can learn to fall for a beautiful soul and personality. Looks eventually go for some women and men included. Make up can only cover up so much and can always be wiped away with a tissue. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I guess everyone has issues when it comes to the want of being wanted. &lt;/p&gt;
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Anyway so my mom was reading this catalog she received in the mail from a place called Hammacher and Schlemmer. I had never heard of the place and she said she gets it often and how strange the items are. Hmm guess I never paid much attention. Then she finds something and said that if we had it I'd probably move into the Bathroom and Blog and pee and poop my life away lol. Don't cringe we're all family here haha.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not only is this hilarious but imagine you would never get any sane technology loving person out of the bathroom!! I was floored, yet I'm intrigued and I want one haha. Then again it frightens me when I think back to when I dropped my first iPhone into the toilet by accident and it never did recover.&lt;br /&gt;
Then I went on over to their website to see if such said awesomeness was available and low behold there it was same price!! &lt;br /&gt;
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I might be tempted enough to ask Madea to get this for me for my Birthday this year hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;
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No wonder the men get mad, putting on make up is an all day project, that's why yawl never on time!! Goodness!!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Nothing beats this 80 degree weather like an ice cold Peach Arnold Palmer I prefer the Sweet Tea and Pink Lemonade but I can dig the Peach…feeling Peachy today lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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