<?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: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-6775378719396460209</id><updated>2012-02-03T20:48:48.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relevant... Ridiculous...and Random...</title><subtitle type='html'>I know what you're thinking...I just say it out loud (and some other shit too)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-2955578759312182388</id><published>2012-02-01T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T20:38:12.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Day, A New Life For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;So much is going on all at once. I can't keep my head on straight. I finally stop tussling and let God take the drivers seat. I am humbled by all that he's done for me. Humbled so much that I had to write about it. I asked him to reveal my enemies and increase my circle with quality people. Sure enough, snakes are in my yard, chillin on my front porch, and in the cupboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;I relinquished my need to be in control of my life to Him and I'm just watching people come at me crooked, one by one, yet so boisterous to say "I got love for you" or "you're my sister." Lies of how they are in my corner are so apparent, things my heart simply does not want to see. But like dust, I'm watching them blow away, some slowly, some expediently. And the funny thing about it is, I've never been more grateful in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am on a positive path and I refuse to let anyone's nonsense or insecurity throw me off track. I am not in a race with anyone, as I am my own competition. Actually, it's annoying to me when people try to compete against me, solely because I'm just trying to do me when it comes to people of that caliber, lacking substance; bottom dwellers waiting for me to fall again just to feed on my failure. Sorry to inform you, this time is different. I'm not thinking about anything but the betterment of myself and my soul. For I've realized I cannot save the world or want more for people than they want for themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;With so many great days ahead, I want only those that are befitting to come along for the ride. I've come to the realization that people are just who they are and all people don't want the best for themselves so how could they possibly want the best for me? God is so good to me, healing all life's battle scars and consoling every tear. And He's waiting to show you how much he loves you too. Progress is a brutal process. But I am built to endure. That's all. Ya Dig?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-2955578759312182388?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/2955578759312182388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2012/02/new-day-new-life-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/2955578759312182388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/2955578759312182388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2012/02/new-day-new-life-for-me.html' title='A New Day, A New Life For Me'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-9170627895326292032</id><published>2011-07-21T04:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T04:11:47.507-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia....Great</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;Really not much on my mind except SLEEPING!!!!! Ahhhh...the things people take for granted, like being able to close your eyes at a decent hour and give your brains rest every night. Too much thinking about nothing. Oh well I guess I'll go count...no sheep...just count till I pass out. Hopefully I'll fall asleep before its time to wake up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;Beddy Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;La&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-9170627895326292032?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/9170627895326292032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2011/07/insomniagreat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/9170627895326292032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/9170627895326292032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2011/07/insomniagreat.html' title='Insomnia....Great'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-8076675465321200374</id><published>2011-07-15T16:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T16:44:37.318-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OH Yeah, By The Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;I took the N word out of my vocabulary. It just sounds so ignorant to me now. No pun intended...Proceed :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;Ya Heard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-8076675465321200374?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/8076675465321200374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-yeah-by-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/8076675465321200374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/8076675465321200374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-yeah-by-way.html' title='OH Yeah, By The Way'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-5805529787768064775</id><published>2011-07-15T16:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T04:16:25.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So....What's New?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What's new? So much! I am ATL Bound (words have POWER)!!! I found out I happen to love hookah and vino and writing papers (I know what a combination, right? But I always get A's), I have become the Zumba Queen, and even though the US budget may default like a 50 year old&amp;nbsp;one hit wonder, there seem to be no jobs in sight, and crime levels everywhere&amp;nbsp;are equivalent to the South Bronx in 1982, I'm very optimistic these days.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;Go figure?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;Peace , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;La&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Heard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-5805529787768064775?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/5805529787768064775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2011/07/sowhats-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/5805529787768064775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/5805529787768064775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2011/07/sowhats-new.html' title='So....What&apos;s New?'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-1575420709534669867</id><published>2009-12-02T21:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T14:16:40.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, busy busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;It's soo nice to like what you do, &lt;strike&gt;be in love with who you're with and them loving back unconditionally&lt;/strike&gt;, have your health, and even though the wealth doesn't match up just yet, it will eventually. Good Vibrations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Ya Heard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-1575420709534669867?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/1575420709534669867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/12/busy-busy-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/1575420709534669867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/1575420709534669867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/12/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, busy busy'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-4881976367110356491</id><published>2009-10-22T21:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T14:17:24.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I NEED THE HATE... I EAT THAT LIKE SNACK CAKES...SUGARRUSH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Yup it was me, I got the F. No surprise there. For someone so good at media and great at writing, for some strange reason, the two together doesn't mesh too well. I'm starting to suspect sabotage...HMMMMM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Its all good. If I can bring an F to a C in economics, I'm walking out with at least a B in this class. Just another hurdle, call me Flo Jo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Ya Heard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-4881976367110356491?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/4881976367110356491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/10/yup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/4881976367110356491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/4881976367110356491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/10/yup.html' title='I NEED THE HATE... I EAT THAT LIKE SNACK CAKES...SUGARRUSH'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-592674304046652884</id><published>2009-10-22T15:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:58:54.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Patiently Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Awaiting the midterm grades. Someone got an F. I think I may have broke the mold here people! LOL Ya Heard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-592674304046652884?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/592674304046652884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/10/patiently-waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/592674304046652884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/592674304046652884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/10/patiently-waiting.html' title='Patiently Waiting'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-6499362060719634875</id><published>2009-10-14T20:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T09:45:23.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets Put It Out There</title><content type='html'>I miss the days of you catching the last flight&lt;br /&gt;Knowing when u landed I'd be there&lt;br /&gt;I miss hugging you before our last fight&lt;br /&gt;Knowing it didn't matter, &lt;br /&gt;Regardless I'd be there&lt;br /&gt;I miss your laugh, your smile&lt;br /&gt;They way you'd grab me&lt;br /&gt;Had to have me&lt;br /&gt;But hate how your words stab me&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then&lt;br /&gt;Where are we?&lt;br /&gt;Where did we go?&lt;br /&gt;There is no mind control&lt;br /&gt;It's my heart that's speaking to me right now&lt;br /&gt;I miss how we used to love&lt;br /&gt;Maybe how we used to lust&lt;br /&gt;If we can get that back, then how?&lt;br /&gt;This is deep yall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got me weak yall&lt;br /&gt;Ain't even been a week yall&lt;br /&gt;Since I heard his voice last &lt;br /&gt;But even in my dreams as I scream &lt;br /&gt;Or smile, all I still see is him&lt;br /&gt;Too damn sensitive….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By La&lt;br /&gt;Ya Heard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-6499362060719634875?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/6499362060719634875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-put-it-out-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/6499362060719634875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/6499362060719634875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-put-it-out-there.html' title='Lets Put It Out There'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-7406926975432761466</id><published>2009-10-10T10:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T21:12:19.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loathe Him So Much!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;The fine line between love and hate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've gotten tangled in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops damn! Crossed it&amp;nbsp;once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t want to go hell for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll just say I loathe you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what pisses me off most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is how you can make me feel this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I stop allowing you to make me feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions so deep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That they bring me to a stand still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were hungry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d usually feed you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and&amp;nbsp;Support too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've never had to ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it were up to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’d be alone, naked and starved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I lose sleep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I know you sleep tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like kisses on your forehead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tucked in tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know these words will probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get me in trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fuck it, here it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I love you…&lt;br /&gt;By La&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-7406926975432761466?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/7406926975432761466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/10/loathe-him-so-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/7406926975432761466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/7406926975432761466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/10/loathe-him-so-much.html' title='Loathe Him So Much!'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-4719184006849637745</id><published>2009-10-04T09:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T16:33:10.921-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleehhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8tlC3-L0IN4/StSGHexNH7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/QU4ipHLfQVI/s1600-h/j0430986.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8tlC3-L0IN4/StSGHexNH7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/QU4ipHLfQVI/s320/j0430986.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"&gt;I have nothing to say except maybe I'll get my creativity back or be able to say something positive once I finish this semester and get the hell out of this class. I feel stifled, suffocated, agitated, and somewhat disengaged about the situation. I know for a fact I hate dislike this class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"&gt;The problem is, I feel like I’ve wasted my money on this class because I haven’t learned anything that I can recall. I’m basically doing what I have to do to get by. I feel no need to learn anything that I will not utilize (and yes, I am old enough to know this). I’m all for extra wrinkles on the brain but I have already been deemed the Queen of Useless Information, and quite frankly, I think it’s starting to affect my memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"&gt;Luckily for me, the days are flying by and December will be here before I know it. But, yesterday wouldn't be soon enough for this class to end! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"&gt;Yeah, I know, a lot of words for having nothing to say...LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-4719184006849637745?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/4719184006849637745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/10/bleehhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/4719184006849637745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/4719184006849637745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/10/bleehhh.html' title='Bleehhh'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8tlC3-L0IN4/StSGHexNH7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/QU4ipHLfQVI/s72-c/j0430986.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-5670487601244149567</id><published>2009-09-30T02:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T16:30:02.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Leases, Don't Need My Old Keys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8tlC3-L0IN4/SsL_C0hZq3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/qcx7GmHvxvs/s1600-h/j0440657.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8tlC3-L0IN4/SsL_C0hZq3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/qcx7GmHvxvs/s320/j0440657.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;I've been blessed to obtain a new lease on everything - life (live it), love (know it when you&amp;nbsp;feel it), career (make goals and grow), and a new apartment (step your game up). It's looonnnggg overdue! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Life gave me lemons and I made lemon cake, souffle, sherbet, kabobs, stew, pudding- you name it. I'm living proof that anything is possible if you put your mind to it and follow up with action, but most importantly, holding onto your faith in God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;We are all responsible for our own happiness. I had to put mines on a milk carton&amp;nbsp;to find it,&amp;nbsp;but hey,&amp;nbsp;it's back home where it belongs. And just like it was a missing child, I will hold onto it and protect it as if my life depends on it, because simply, it does!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-5670487601244149567?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/5670487601244149567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-leases-dont-need-my-old-keys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/5670487601244149567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/5670487601244149567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-leases-dont-need-my-old-keys.html' title='New Leases, Don&apos;t Need My Old Keys!'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8tlC3-L0IN4/SsL_C0hZq3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/qcx7GmHvxvs/s72-c/j0440657.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-5721236806975586820</id><published>2009-09-24T09:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T16:31:27.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready to Get Another C, Nique....WHATEVER MAN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8tlC3-L0IN4/SrzEgWEKqjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/gDQoveBchJ8/s1600-h/j0440662.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8tlC3-L0IN4/SrzEgWEKqjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/gDQoveBchJ8/s320/j0440662.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;So another day, another C. I guess it's better than the D he gave me on my first paper. I've been to 4 schools, never had a D on a paper EVER. So, I'm tight, but at the same time I'm not. I've decided to treat this class like I treat the rest of South Carolina, I'm gonna do what I gotta do to get the hell outta dodge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;I am really really starting to dread coming to this class. I can write an A paper in my sleep (Okay I really may get a B, but I'm saying...). But when you have the head of the student newspapers as your professor, let's just say this is different....WAY DIFFERENT...like doesn't make any sense different...Like I have no desire whatsoever to write for a newspaper different.&amp;nbsp;Urban or music magazine, yes....newspaper, NEVER.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;If I ever do write for a publication, chances are it would be geared more towards an audience that I relate to. But as of right now, I have no desire at all to write any articles, interviews, yadda, yadda, yadda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This class reminds me of when I took piano lessons at age 5. In three days I was tired of playing middle c and cursed the teacher out as best as I could (damn dookie head was the best I could do) and quit; only to pick it back up in college and for some strange reason, can damn near play by ear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Certain talents you are born with, how much you develop them is the question. Problem is, I don't see any development thus far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Long story short,&amp;nbsp;my professor&amp;nbsp;can give me all the C's in the world for all I care (then again I really would be mad at wasting my time and money), no one walking this earth that can read English can tell me I'm not sick with the pen! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;But hear me LOUD AND CLEAR, I AM NOT A JOURNALISM MAJOR. Now, can we get to the good stuff already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;I'm out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Ya Heard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-5721236806975586820?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/5721236806975586820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/09/ready-to-get-another-c-niquewhatever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/5721236806975586820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/5721236806975586820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/09/ready-to-get-another-c-niquewhatever.html' title='Ready to Get Another C, Nique....WHATEVER MAN!'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8tlC3-L0IN4/SrzEgWEKqjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/gDQoveBchJ8/s72-c/j0440662.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-8567547913447222839</id><published>2009-09-22T22:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T21:28:48.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter To Karma (Based On A Dream..."I can't Help It" Verse One) by John Jay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;Letter To Karma (Based On A Dream..."I can't Help It" Verse One)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Today at 3:49pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;Hey Karma, I assumed you missed my company &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;Very much explains the nightmares recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;I sense jealousy since GOD is showing and molding me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;On how a real good man should be perceived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;I've been on both sides, the heartbroken and heart breaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;You was satisfied, while I'm on a rollercoaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;As time flew by, I got older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;Being with you, nights got colder, I was a loner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;No Supporter, I blame you for the pain afflicted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;Cause you quoted, "I'd never feel this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;But what goes around comes around like a boomerang quick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;360 degrees, be prepared to take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;Maybe that's why I'm so self-sheltered and shifted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;Part reason, Why I'm afraid of relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;I've been with you for so long, that I forgot the ly-rics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;To the old school song of what "Real Love" Is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;So I called up God, with no words he answers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;"Power in the tongue, son! use it with favor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;So your knocking at my front door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;Saying U miss me "I don't see the same John Jay from before"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;You failed to realize I'm looking to restore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;There's no happiness with you, I want something more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;You reply with anger "We belong together"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;And "if I can't have your last name then she can't neither"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;"Audacity" in my thoughts I lay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;Laughing, cause that's something a selfish ***** would say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;Now you throwing tantrums, cause it's not your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;Nobody is Irreplaceable, Ask B-Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;So the exit door is to the left, to the left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;Here's your first class ticket to hell I paid myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;Off you go and your devilish drug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;You won't have me chain down, afraid to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;So passover the keys Karma, not now...right now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;And please don't ask about me and ????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;We're not an item so thanks, and don't worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;I chose temporary temptation over lifetime beauty, hope your happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;Not a man burned, take it as a lesson learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;Just chilling in recovery, waiting my turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;And Right now, that's what got the kid in peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;Keep your nightmares, I'm at peace...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;Not a man burned, take it as a lesson learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;Just chilling in recovery, waiting my turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;And Right Now that's what got the kid in peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;Keep your nightmares, I'm at peace...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;Ya Heard! Speak the truth youngin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-8567547913447222839?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/8567547913447222839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-to-karma-based-on-dreami-cant.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/8567547913447222839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/8567547913447222839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-to-karma-based-on-dreami-cant.html' title='Letter To Karma (Based On A Dream...&quot;I can&apos;t Help It&quot; Verse One) by John Jay'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-6244274283322029434</id><published>2009-09-18T16:32:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T16:31:57.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S FRIDAY! WOO HOO! 5 Finger Fridays Are Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8tlC3-L0IN4/SrPlr7tQHhI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/KRbeX0tqYxk/s1600-h/AG00281_.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8tlC3-L0IN4/SrPlr7tQHhI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/KRbeX0tqYxk/s320/AG00281_.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;It's not enough that I had the week from hell in school and work, I'm just aggravated with South Carolina. So I'm officially putting it in the air. I am attempting to trek it&amp;nbsp;back to reality aka a BIG CITY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;More culture, more people, more crime, more expensive, yeah, that makes more&amp;nbsp;sense (well maybe not to you, but I'm a Brooklyn Girl). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;It's sad but with what I've been through with some of the locals, it's no accident that the government&amp;nbsp;down here is as screwed up as it is. I'm just saying...Can't wait to say farewell to SC and Hello to something bigger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8tlC3-L0IN4/SrPjRpu8hJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/DMKtHs32CmE/s1600-h/oy+vey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8tlC3-L0IN4/SrPjRpu8hJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/DMKtHs32CmE/s320/oy+vey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;I'd Give Anything to Have my Old Brooklyn Back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;Have a great, safe weekend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;I'll be reappearing in the show called "SPIRITED", in my living room. Showtimes: 7pm, 8pm, 10pm, 11pm and 3:27AM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-6244274283322029434?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/6244274283322029434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-friday-woo-hoo-5-finger-fridays-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/6244274283322029434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/6244274283322029434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-friday-woo-hoo-5-finger-fridays-are.html' title='IT&apos;S FRIDAY! WOO HOO! 5 Finger Fridays Are Back!'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8tlC3-L0IN4/SrPlr7tQHhI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/KRbeX0tqYxk/s72-c/AG00281_.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-3876775645210756465</id><published>2009-09-14T02:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T02:29:18.978-04:00</updated><title type='text'>VMA's...What Can I Say???? ALOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;Well tonight I had the pleasure of watching the 2009 MTV Video Music Awards.&amp;nbsp;A&amp;nbsp;tribute to the late great Michael Jackson set it off. It&amp;nbsp;was very touching. After that the show proceeded to give out the first award for best female video and Taylor Swift won against Pink, Beyonce, and two other people that i cannot remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;As Taylor attempted to give her speech, Kanye West got up took the mic, and announced to all the attendees and viewers that Beyonce had one of the best videos of all time. Even Beyonce appeared to be in shock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;Then Lady Gaga (who's date for the evening was Kermit the Frog)&amp;nbsp;changed from a Phantom of the opera character at the beginning&amp;nbsp;of the show&amp;nbsp;to a&amp;nbsp;stab victim towards the end of her performance.&amp;nbsp;Evidently she&amp;nbsp;put on the outfit that they cleaned the blood up with. I like some of her music but shorty's too weird for me. Later in the evening she looked like&amp;nbsp;an Ewok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;Pink's performance was uncanny. That woman can not only sing, but she's&amp;nbsp;a great performer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;The shock of the evening for me was when Bey finally received an award she actually&amp;nbsp;asked Taylor to come on stage and have her moment. I've never been a big Bey fan but that was a very classy as well as a great PR&amp;nbsp;moment! I respect her gangsta&amp;nbsp;more now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;Jay and Alicia&amp;nbsp;closed the show with&amp;nbsp;my favorite song on the album, (Go Figure, I'm a New Yorker!)&amp;nbsp;Empire State of Mind. Great song, great performance. Two questions though - 1) Who was in the Maybach with Jay? 2)&amp;nbsp;Who in&amp;nbsp;the hell told Lil Mama to get on stage at the end? Is she signed to RocNation? Jay looked kind of surprised&amp;nbsp;to find her standing&amp;nbsp;to his right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;All in all it was&amp;nbsp;entertaining. However, Kanye should be&amp;nbsp;penalized for getting up on stage when he is&amp;nbsp;not about to perform, present or receive an award. Dude is definitely a loose cannon and this type of behavior is becoming a normal routine for him at award shows. He was definitely Joe Wilson for the night...Jackass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000 color: magenta;"&gt;Ya Heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-3876775645210756465?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/3876775645210756465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/09/vmaswhat-can-i-say-alot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/3876775645210756465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/3876775645210756465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/09/vmaswhat-can-i-say-alot.html' title='VMA&apos;s...What Can I Say???? ALOT!'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-4088333071371576658</id><published>2009-09-11T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T15:20:36.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Buildings Fall, We Stood Tall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;8 Years ago I awoke in the apartment in the Bronx, unusually early, which is the average person's regular wake up time. I got ready to go to work, black shirt, orange skirt and black leather boots to go with my black leather jacket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;So I killed time, pacing in front of the living room television. It wasn't on, I just bullshuck'd for about a half an hour and then it dawned on me, "I don't want to go to work!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;I called my boss to tell her I wasn't going to be coming in. She yelled frantically, in her deep St. Thomas accent, "Lanique, we're under attack! One of the Twin Towers was just hit by a plane!!! We're about to get out of here!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;I turned on my television and stood still in shock as I watched the first tower burn. Once the second tower hit I didn't know what to think. I used to attend a school so close to the World Trade Center that when I would daydream in class I was looking into someone's office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;Picked up the phone to call my mother, it was dead. Cell phone - no signal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;When the first building started to fall, I thought about my mother and hoped her job didn't send her to dispatch from a Manhattan location. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;...My uncle who used to deliver clothes throughout the city. Where was he? Was he okay? Or my cousin that delivered FedEx packages on the west side of Manhattan...Was she still alive? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;...The people I used to watch while daydreaming in class....All of our lives collectively changed that morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;If you were in NYC on September 11, 2001, that was an experience we will never forget. That following Monday, I had never seen the city so empty; 5th Avenue was an eerie ghost town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;The stench of 23rd street was one I will never forget. Buildings and the remains of the innocent were still burning days later. Miraculously, it began to rain in abundance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;After 9/11, I started taking the bus into the city instead of the subway. Although the bus let me off on 34th Street and I worked on 22nd,&amp;nbsp;walking felt safer than being stuck on anyone's iron horse (train). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;Everyday I would pass this building. I don't remember what it was because the front was covered with flyers of people searching for their loved ones. Some would leave rosaries, holy candles, notes, prayers,&amp;nbsp;etc. Every now and then I would stop and just stare at the pictures in aw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;It took me about 8 months to go across anyone's bridge, about a year before it went down to Ground Zero. We became a different country that day. But we definitely became a stronger, grateful, and more humble NYC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;Sometimes disaster can bring the best out of people. If anything, you realize your morality and how precious life is. It's how you continue to live your life after the shock has worn off that defines who we really are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;Ya Heard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-4088333071371576658?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/4088333071371576658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/09/buildings-fall-we-stood-tall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/4088333071371576658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/4088333071371576658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/09/buildings-fall-we-stood-tall.html' title='Buildings Fall, We Stood Tall'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-8135634467918408438</id><published>2009-09-07T20:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T00:37:54.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplations of a Tired Student</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8tlC3-L0IN4/SqWnO_jPwII/AAAAAAAAACY/ZvPbnxI64YE/s1600-h/Stree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8tlC3-L0IN4/SqWnO_jPwII/AAAAAAAAACY/ZvPbnxI64YE/s320/Stree.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"&gt;I've been in school so long that I have lost count of the years. I'm now in school #4, and though it is the best thus far, it is also the worst. Although I am receiving a great education, this school is just not suitable for a person in my position (a working adult).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"&gt;I do not understand why this school even has an adult program; the university does not cater to an adult schedule, unless they are referring to a retiree or an adult so well off they do not have to work. Even the "evening" degree programs start at 4. Who gets off at 3pm to be at school at 4? Last time I checked, the average adult schedule was 9-5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"&gt;To be honest, school is the only reason I am refraining from fully focusing my energy into getting out of South Carolina. But at the same time, what is the sense of trying to stay when I know in about 6 months I'm going to have to drop out because all my classes will be during the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"&gt;I am realizing now more than ever that as much as I like it here (at this school), I do not belong here, nor do I belong in this state, or this job. Being the nomad that I am, I would've left a while ago, have been attempting to leave for a while now. But thanks to Bush and this horrid economy, I am in a place I loathe being; a feeling a loathe feeling....STUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"&gt;I'm tired of the 1 1/2 hour drive every other day to school, the ridiculousness of the people stepping and fetching at work, the mentality of this state which seems to be oppression and I'm sorry, but I was born free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"&gt;This is not what I signed up for. But, I do believe everything happens for a reason, so I'll deal with it until change finally comes. I know this experience has changed me for the better thus far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"&gt;Either way, it is what it is and I hate being trapped. I feel like a bear caught in a trap and I'm ready to gnaw at my own ankle to get free. Hopefully the trap will give without me getting too injured. Or maybe my A.D.D. is just catching up to my situation...Who knows, even I don't. Either way, SC I think it's time a bid you farewell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"&gt;Ya Heard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-8135634467918408438?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/8135634467918408438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/09/contemplations-of-tired-student_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/8135634467918408438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/8135634467918408438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/09/contemplations-of-tired-student_07.html' title='Contemplations of a Tired Student'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8tlC3-L0IN4/SqWnO_jPwII/AAAAAAAAACY/ZvPbnxI64YE/s72-c/Stree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-7818721778371059722</id><published>2009-09-01T00:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T16:32:26.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Throw Mama from the Train....NO WAIT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376509616225632914" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8tlC3-L0IN4/Sp0zAo6ZwpI/AAAAAAAAACI/3arPNmFJn4U/s320/j0409060.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 226px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 233px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;WHAT HAPPENED TO THIS MA????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: 130%;"&gt;This week, my mom came to visit. As usual, we couldn't last 48 hours before we were arguing. Hell, within 24 hours, I got a gray hair. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE MY MOTHER DEARLY, SHE IS MY EVERYTHING. For some reason she still sees me as a baby, her baby nonetheless. As a matter of fact, everyone in my family still sees me as the baby...I'm 32. I know being "her baby" will never change, however, I AM A GROWN WOMAN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;I know the main reason we argue is because she doesn't want to be alone as she gets older. But is it selfish of me to not want to live with her (Not even in a 2 family house)? I want my mother to reside near me and worry about her often. However, she doesn't know how to cut the cord and I am all about freedom! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Two grown women cannot live together, especially mother and daughter. It seems like she'll start an argument out of being annoyed about the bottom line. She even hit me with the guilt trip, "If I get Alzheimer's you'd put me in a home, wouldn't you?", which did not work. I countered her question with, "Well, if we are going to fight like this every time we see each other I'll love you from afar." All I got back was silence. I would easily kill for her safety, however, I refuse to let her stress kill me! But yet and still, I love her more and more each day and don't know what I'd do without her....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376508792020829922" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8tlC3-L0IN4/Sp0yQqgqhuI/AAAAAAAAACA/iVZdaFAkmwU/s320/j0399986.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 138px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 101px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;LOVE YA MA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-7818721778371059722?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/7818721778371059722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/09/throw-mama-from-trainno-wait.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/7818721778371059722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/7818721778371059722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/09/throw-mama-from-trainno-wait.html' title='Throw Mama from the Train....NO WAIT!'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8tlC3-L0IN4/Sp0zAo6ZwpI/AAAAAAAAACI/3arPNmFJn4U/s72-c/j0409060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-7751161155786943022</id><published>2009-08-30T01:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T16:34:14.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaime Foxx Buckey Naked, Mom's Visit and Lil Wayne</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;What up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;I know it's been a while since I wrote last but I'm back biyatchees! I'm back in school, still workin, still grinding as usual. This semester seems to be easier, yet harder. Luckily for me, I'm built Ford tough! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;My moms is in town so as usual she has me on the go! There's nothing like a hug from mom or moms oxtails, rice and peas and cabbage! Yum! And YES I AM GREEDY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Now Lil Wayne....Okay, I love Lil Wayne! That's my dude! However, when he says something, he means it! When dude said he wants to f^ck every girl in the world, he meant it! Another baby on the way, this time with an Indian stripper. So that means 3 kids by 3 different woman are arriving at the same time! THE SAME TIME WEEZY??? All I can say is YUCK! You're a millionaire, so I'm sure you can afford a condom or two! Hell, if I can, so can you buddy! And moreso, where are the minds of these women? AIDS IS REAL! For the children's sake I wish them all well, but DAMN WEEZY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;And young ladies reading this, please learn by example. You cannot put a price on your womb. I'm pretty sure at the end of the day, these women are sick of people calling them stupid, and probably feeling lower than that. To my understanding, all of them thought they had a serious relationship with Wayne. FYI- A baby and/or a continuous sexual relationship does not make you wifey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;IT IS WHAT IT IS....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Oh before I break out, did anyone see the Jaime Foxx naked picture? All I can say is WOW. I think I'm in love (but only if the rumors aren't true)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Thats about it for now! Stay up, stay down and please stay around! Ya Heard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-7751161155786943022?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/7751161155786943022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/08/jaime-foxx-buckey-naked-moms-visit-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/7751161155786943022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/7751161155786943022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/08/jaime-foxx-buckey-naked-moms-visit-and.html' title='Jaime Foxx Buckey Naked, Mom&apos;s Visit and Lil Wayne'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-5170424354877039909</id><published>2009-08-04T23:59:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T20:47:29.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hersevere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;See me for who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Not your average&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;More than a big mouth attached to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;A sick set of hips and lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Fiend to caress my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Not my tits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;See me for being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;A Human Being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;A woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;The bearer of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Not your hoe hoochie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;I'm your wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Your sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Your mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Your auntie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Your cousin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;I am a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;And I need your protection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;You influence my regression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Yet still I roar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;And I'm here to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Settle the score&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;I cradle life in my hand and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;even though my womb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Is plagued with doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;You trap me in a box and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Its hard to get out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;I have good news and blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Just the same as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Yet I'm told to be appreciative and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Simply worry free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;And wait for the world to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Bothered with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;As fragile as I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Hurting is so deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Yet somehow I remain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Gentle, loving and kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;With a kind woman's body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;And a mad woman's mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;I am everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;See me for who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;And please,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Hear me out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;I smile when I should cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Laugh when I'm angered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Regardless I give you my all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Even though I may fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;I'm still everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;To you, nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Mines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Ya Heard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-5170424354877039909?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/5170424354877039909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/08/sista-vs-society-round-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/5170424354877039909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/5170424354877039909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/08/sista-vs-society-round-1.html' title='Hersevere'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-52589449506338700</id><published>2009-07-30T00:02:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T16:36:52.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN"T FEEL MY FACE (Literally) Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Okay so maybe I can't feel my face because of natural intoxication. But frick it, here goes nothin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;You ever get mad at yourself for being cordial to someone and they want to keep flappin to the point that you wish you kept ya friggin trap shut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Why is it that people with the funkiest breath go extra hard on the H and W words? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Why is the horse fuc%er not only fuc%ing horses and a repeat offender...WHY IS HE BLACK?!? WDF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Why is it that dudes get mad when they realize that THEY were just a jump off? It was fun, now its over, you know what it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Nas and Kelis - All I gotta say is this. Nas, you've been making some strange decisions ever since that battle with Jay. I'm sorry, but anytime a dude talks about skeeting all over your baby's seat and beating up ya baby moms, there's no way in hell you are supposed to make a deal answering to him. I actually like Nas and Kelis together. Hope they get back together. Also want an outbreak monkey, and I ain't holdin my breath (get the point?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Yo why when dudes come in from the street, smellin like the street and think its about to be poppin, we bitc# at them to take showers but when they automatically come in and take a shower we get suspicious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Don't you wish you could slap people in the back of the neck for lunchin at a green light?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;How drunk is too drunk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;This insomnia thing is really getting out of hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Why do people think playing country dumb actually still works nowadays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Yo when dudes try to get at you but have the movements of an attached man (eg. all of a sudden hanging up on you, not reachable at the same time every night, separated but still living with the "ex"), why do they think no one knows he's attached?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Why when a dude that's attached and admit he's attached tries to get at you, why does he think he'll really get somewhere and then get mad when he doesn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;If this is a recession, why is the governor going on international booty calls on my tax money, but I can't get a raise? (But wait, isn't this the same dude that didn't want the stimulus money?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Wouldn't the world be a better place if anytime someone provoked us we could bust them upside the head with a really thick loaf of bread??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Who wants to wash my car? (&amp;amp; WAX, All by hand please....thanks) And this time, don't wax the frickin brake pedal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Do you ever look at people and wonder what their parents were drinking or smoking when they were conceived and/or pregnant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;I wanna start a rock band called UrADumbAss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;What the frick is up with Stephon Marbury's cryin and grindin ass? Someone please call 911!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;The G- Building awaits your arrival!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Why hasn't BET's tape of Baby Boy or Soul Plane popped yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;I don't care who doesn't like what I'm about to say but Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Carter, please, please, go on a family vacation. Rent a private island, and take Octapussy, Kanye, and everyone else that have been annoying the shit out of the American population for at least a week straight and just go! I would say take Rihanna too but y'all hot right now. I'm so tired of the same people! The game needs some new blood. Not saying you're not talented, but we've already seen this talent about 10 times over. Please, exhibit the talent of letting people actually miss your asses instead of shoving yourselves down the world's throat. (Somebody send me an underground mixtape ASAP)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Why is Fox, Kanye and Mary the only 3 songs in my playlist that play entirely? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Analog girl, get ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;s#it together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: 130%;"&gt;And last but not least, RIP Walter Cronkite. Good Mornin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-52589449506338700?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/52589449506338700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-cant-feel-my-face-literally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/52589449506338700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/52589449506338700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-cant-feel-my-face-literally.html' title='I CAN&quot;T FEEL MY FACE (Literally) Randomness'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-2184341277014831292</id><published>2009-07-23T23:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T16:37:17.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;She's much better off heard but not seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;The stares tend to bruise her timid soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Step into reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;She's stuck in her dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Which turn into nightmares &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Like her heartbeat - slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;In love with the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;A world so so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Where's her hugs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;She gets shrugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;When she feels low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Her story will probably never be told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;At least not correctly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Nuh uh...hell no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;New black girl lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;She could've been a boss but she got sauced and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;When she got sauced she kinda got tossed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Tossed back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;To begin from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; where she was before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Askin herself stuck on stupid whats the lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Tired of the lying and the cryin and the stressin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Admired by many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Words - the finest garment that she dress in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Fiend for the wrong attention &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Got her even more depressed and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Searchin for validation from them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Babygirl don't have a clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;She better off without them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Really all you need is you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: 130%;"&gt;L. Stepney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-2184341277014831292?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/2184341277014831292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/07/off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/2184341277014831292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/2184341277014831292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/07/off.html' title='Off'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-5675323961646944143</id><published>2009-07-13T09:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T20:49:45.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Annie Hardlife</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;Annie was my sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;She could have anything she wanted out of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;But at an early age she became a mom &amp;amp; a wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;Her life looked so easy, shopping all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;But I never knew what went on in the back of Annie's mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;At night I heard the screams as her son cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;Because he didn't do the dishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;Hold up, youngin's only 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;Plus yall on the 2nd floor and I'm in the basement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;I noticed how Annie was kind of rough on him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;When I asked why she said life would be tough for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;The 2nd born, he's a mile a minute dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;One tough cookie but that's my little dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;But one afternoon he must have moved a minute too fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;Because Annie did more than put something on his ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;Baby boy needed stitches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;Annie come back to ya senses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;What the hell has life done to you? WOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;But Annie had it rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;But we all got it rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;We both more or less were born black girls lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;Cried as she said her hubby wasn't there enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;That was her heart all she wanted was his love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;Never made peace with her pops for leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;Plus her peeps seemed kinda touched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;But we'd all just laugh it off cuz who isn't a little off anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;Now Annie's hittin me tellin me she's depressed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;Cuz her hubby got the baby and left out of distress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;Don't know what happened to the Annie I used to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;If that's what you call growth  then I don't ever wanna grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;Annie how did your life get like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;Was it your choices? Hearin voices? Annie whats really wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;Annie really Annie you need to get help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;Before you become your target and hurt yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;I have no words for you right now so I'll just keep you in prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-5675323961646944143?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/5675323961646944143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/07/annie-hardlife.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/5675323961646944143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/5675323961646944143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/07/annie-hardlife.html' title='Annie Hardlife'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-4752797539232128985</id><published>2009-07-13T02:35:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T21:08:38.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Circles Yet the View Has Never Been So Clear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;You ever stop to look at your circle only to find its flawed to the point of no avail? To find people you thought were real friends were only their for selfish reasons? I realized this weekend that not only was my circle cracked to no avail, I realized that people are who they are, hell they were who they were before they got here, let alone before they met me. The only difference in between when they met me and today is I actually know who they really are, why they came in the first place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Regardless, I will still do unto others as I would want them to do unto me. I will still be a shoulder for my real people in time of need. I will not close myself off to the world, just do a better job on selecting who I allow to retreat to my shoulder when the world has beat them down (MOST ASS WHIPPINGS ARE FOR GOOD REASON). People eventually will not only show their true colors, but they will also write a giant message on the wall for you to read. Reason, Season, Lifetime! I got the reason (a selfish one) and a season (I don't understand it, but like I said before, between you and God) and I'm glad neither one are for a lifetime! I will just no longer turn a blind eye in hopes of people actually being who they said they were initially in exchange for who they really are. And I will no longer waste my time on this subject....MY REAL CIRCLE OF LOVE IS DEMANDING MY ATTENTION! Ya Heard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-4752797539232128985?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/4752797539232128985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/07/broken-circles-yet-view-has-never-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/4752797539232128985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/4752797539232128985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/07/broken-circles-yet-view-has-never-been.html' title='Broken Circles Yet the View Has Never Been So Clear'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-1963470622794915338</id><published>2009-07-12T19:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T19:55:20.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is the Strong Black Woman Dead?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;While struggling with the reality of being a human instead of a myth, the strong black woman passed away. Medical sources say she died of natural causes, but those who knew her know she died from being silent when she should have been screaming, smiling when she should have been raging, from being sick and not wanting anyone to know because her pain might inconvenience them. She died from an overdose of other people clinging to her when she didn't even have energy for herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She died from loving men who didn't love themselves and could only offer her a crippled reflection. She died from raising children alone. She died from the lies her grandmother told her mother and her mother told her about life, men &amp;amp; racism. She died from being sexually abused as a child and having to take that truth everywhere she went every day of her life, exchanging the humiliation for guilt and back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She died from asphyxiation, from secrets she kept trying to burn away instead of allowing herself the kind of nervous breakdown she was entitled to, but only white girls could afford. She died from being responsible, because she was the last rung on the ladder and there was no one under her she could dump on. The strong black woman is dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;She died from being dragged down and sat upon by un-evolved women posing as sisters and friends. She died from tolerating Mr. Pitiful, just to have a man around the house. She died from sacrificing herself for everybody and everything when what she really wanted to do was be a singer, a dancer, or some magnificent other. She died from lies of omission because she didn't want to bring the black man down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;She died from myths that would not allow her to show weakness without being chastised by the lazy and hazy.She died from hiding her real feelings until they became hard and bitter enough to invade her womb and breasts like angry tumors. She died from never being enough of what men wanted, or being too much for the men she wanted. She died from being too black and died again for not being black enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She died from being misinformed about her mind, her body &amp;amp; the extent of her royal capabilities. She died from knees pressed too close together because respect was never part of the foreplay that was being shoved at her. And sometimes when she refused to die, when she just refused to give in she was killed by the lethal images of blonde hair, blue eyes and flat butts, being rejected by the OJ.'s, the Quincy's, the Cuba's &amp;amp; the Kobe's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, she was stomped to death by racism &amp;amp; sexism, executed by hi-tech ignorance while she carried the family in her belly, the community on her head, and the race on her back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strong black woman is dead! Or is she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not! Share this with all the strong black women that you, respect, and admire!I just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By - Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;Ya Heard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Mrs. Bobbie Yvette Michelle of www.iseecolor.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-1963470622794915338?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/1963470622794915338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-strong-black-woman-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/1963470622794915338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/1963470622794915338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-strong-black-woman-dead.html' title='Is the Strong Black Woman Dead?'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-1724471072212551812</id><published>2009-07-01T02:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T02:49:11.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-SFCQ840m-o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-SFCQ840m-o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuff Said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Heard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-1724471072212551812?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/1724471072212551812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/07/nuff-said-ya-heard.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/1724471072212551812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/1724471072212551812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/07/nuff-said-ya-heard.html' title=''/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-473837075095475952</id><published>2009-06-26T20:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:17:01.955-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic Material...Let's Have a Good Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/plvWJLo4BKw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/plvWJLo4BKw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yaVv4D2uNKo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yaVv4D2uNKo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a tragedy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GNsNNbuH7so&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GNsNNbuH7so&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real Talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MLDsUmyqxp0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MLDsUmyqxp0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was so hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-oRyHzN6a2E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-oRyHzN6a2E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I Miss X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K_9NFdlHOrM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K_9NFdlHOrM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil MJ At His Finest. Never Forgotten....The King of Pop!&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious&lt;br /&gt;Ya Heard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-473837075095475952?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/473837075095475952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/06/classic-mj-material.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/473837075095475952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/473837075095475952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/06/classic-mj-material.html' title='Classic Material...Let&apos;s Have a Good Friday'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-3488819893392909726</id><published>2009-06-26T00:47:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:07:42.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone 2 Soon....RIP MJJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8tlC3-L0IN4/SkRql6X2kYI/AAAAAAAAABw/DWiG5dPTuAw/s1600-h/love+u+mj.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;damn, Damn, DAMN MIKE!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;How could anyone deny that face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8tlC3-L0IN4/SkRodR9qsLI/AAAAAAAAABo/frfS3Cb4xv8/s1600-h/J5era24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351517109470539954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8tlC3-L0IN4/SkRodR9qsLI/AAAAAAAAABo/frfS3Cb4xv8/s320/J5era24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Your music &amp;amp; message are both timeless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351515490311755842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8tlC3-L0IN4/SkRm_CIIWEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Ftm0JCxvDMQ/s320/offthewallera12.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your words are still VALID...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351519771419017714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8tlC3-L0IN4/SkRq4OfpAfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GKBp-XgP3Rc/s320/J5era135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm Distraught....My 1st crush...Michael Jackson...Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(So What he had me by a good 20 years, he was the exception)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A Prominent Artist of Our Time, He Revolutionized Black Music, Pop Music and Video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351516730174003010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8tlC3-L0IN4/SkRoHM-U10I/AAAAAAAAABg/RzrYZgwVOz4/s320/thrown+mj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Michael Joseph Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;August 29,1958 - June 25, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You STILL remain and will FOREVER BE the KING of Pop.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Peacefully&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart is broken. I remember as a little girl I used to imagine he was my boyfriend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although death is a certain part of life, we have to live greatly in spite of knowing it will one day knock on our door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Live well, Play Hard, Love Harder!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - Mike, you already know you are missed immensely. My condolences and prayers go out to the Jackson family and his children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What was your favorite Michael Jackson moment? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mines were the Summer Jam Appearance at Giants Stadium, the premiere of Thriller on Friday Night Videos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Favorite song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jackson 5 - Anywhere You Are, Can U Feel It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Solo: Rock with You, Off the Wall, Billie Jean, Butterflies, Stranger in Moscow &amp;amp; Dirty Diana! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cha-mone! Hee hee...OWWWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;RIP...Gone 2 Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-3488819893392909726?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/3488819893392909726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/06/gone-2-soonrip-mjj.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/3488819893392909726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/3488819893392909726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/06/gone-2-soonrip-mjj.html' title='Gone 2 Soon....RIP MJJ'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8tlC3-L0IN4/SkRodR9qsLI/AAAAAAAAABo/frfS3Cb4xv8/s72-c/J5era24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-876163890914372103</id><published>2009-06-25T13:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:46:59.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP</title><content type='html'>Farrah Fawcett! So sad....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-876163890914372103?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/876163890914372103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/876163890914372103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/876163890914372103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip.html' title='RIP'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-6050104447204821504</id><published>2009-06-25T09:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:46:59.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FRICK!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Okay I'm really feeling it now. I'm grumpy and sleepy and my back hurts. Now, I shouldn't be grumpy at all, but I wish I would've just stayed home today. I'm better than the job I have but the economy is jacked up so I'll eat a lil' crow.... FOR NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Don't you hate it when people want to be more important than they really are? Luckily for me, I validate myself. But sometimes when I look at people I just wonder, "Who bullied you that severely as a child to where as now you act like a pussyassfukbwah? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I feel like slapping somebody today. Don't you wish sometimes that people wore tight bras around their necks so you could pull the straps and pop them in the throat or the back of the neck? I just want to be in my bed snuggled under the covers during a heavy downpour...NO THUNDERSTORMS... just fall asleep with my teddy bear. Yes, I am most definitely tired. Yeah I think I'm going home early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-6050104447204821504?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/6050104447204821504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/06/frick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/6050104447204821504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/6050104447204821504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/06/frick.html' title='FRICK!!!!'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-1112326154798986376</id><published>2009-06-25T02:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T16:40:18.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gov. Sanford, N. Korea, Iran &amp; Random Thursdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Okay the first shocker was SC Governor Mark Sanford admitted to having an extramarital affair in Argentina. WOW...The audacity....Starve the people of SC while you go on vacation to your Argentinian girlfriend.... I won't even begin on the racism that gets spewed around in SC... Kind of ironic. First Clinton, then Spitzer, and dude in Chicago, now Sanford? Is there any man on earth that is monogamous these days? Hell ladies are we monogamous anymore? I can only speak for myself (YES). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script loc="dom&amp;amp;vid=" src="&amp;lt;a href="&gt;http://i.cdn.turner.com/cnn/.element/js/2.0/video/evp/module.js?loc=dom&amp;amp;vid=/video/world/2009/06/24/ldt.nkorea.defiance.cnn&lt;/a&gt;" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;North Korea said they will wipe the US off the map. WOW....Looks like WWIII and a new draft are in the making. Honestly, can we afford to fight 2 wars at the same time? Thank God I'm an only child! I don't know if we have enough manpower to handle that. I hope it doesn't escalate but if it does, what are we going to do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;script loc="dom&amp;amp;vid=" src="&amp;lt;a href="&gt;http://i.cdn.turner.com/cnn/.element/js/2.0/video/evp/module.js?loc=dom&amp;amp;vid=/video/world/2009/06/22/bpr.iran.19.year.old.cnn&lt;/a&gt;" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;Iran is off the hook! Shawty, I believe her name is Neda, RIP. As you can see, I am not the political guru, just read the times and watch CNN from time to time. Its so easy for us to take our freedom for granted when there are people in other countries fighting for the same liberties my generation were born with. But then again, didn't the black voting right almost expire? And don't even get me started on the $3k bullet fee they charge the victims after they shoot them. WOW &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;Random Thoughts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;TRANSFORMERS!!!! Nuff said &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why have I just been so cold lately? I used to be so emotional but lately I am one unaffected biyatchi! I'm not upset, nor am I numb. I'm trippin that I'm not affected by anything lately and believe me, THERE HAS BEEN A LOT GOIN ON....Maybe I'm just tired of smart dumb niggas and biyatchis...The only reason why I'm bugging is because I know I'm usually very emotional by now with everything that's been going on and I hope that prolonged exposure to the bs didn't change me. But then again, maybe the change would be good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay am I the only one that is hype over Tiny and Toya's show on BET? It looks like its going to be entertaining. UhhHmmmm...LMAO. Tiny kills me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How in the world do I go to sleep at 2am every night and get to work on time but the one night I go to sleep before 11pm I get to work late and nod off at my desk? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tonight I go to sleep by 8:30pm only to be awaken by my peeps and it is now 2:53am and I am sleepy again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a cat and a new fish. I know they usually don't work together. Been there, done that, and they became good friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it seem like the people with the highest degrees are the slowest when it comes to common sense? More smart dumb niggas... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is one big road with lots of signs. So when you riding through the ruts, don't complicate your mind. Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy. Don't bury your thoughts; put your vision to reality. Wake Up and Live!" - Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;Oh and congrats to SHAQ DIESEL! It's about time they get Lebron some help! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-1112326154798986376?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/1112326154798986376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/06/gov-sanford-n-korea-iran-random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/1112326154798986376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/1112326154798986376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/06/gov-sanford-n-korea-iran-random.html' title='Gov. 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Korea, Iran &amp; Random Thursdays'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-5446252982194761667</id><published>2009-06-22T20:45:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T18:30:46.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snap Back to Reality, Oh There Goes Gravity!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;REAL BK REPRESENTAS....THIS IS HOW BK GIRLS ROCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9f3573c5bb2beebb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9f3573c5bb2beebb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331351413%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3DABF742AACE7449DAE5C35B895F034F2DA7FF8D.3A824885C44916BB8277A82F4F1F3F31E0E6F474%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9f3573c5bb2beebb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvTHYbp65Sh7d0tbQP2wpdyjg4gs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9f3573c5bb2beebb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331351413%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3DABF742AACE7449DAE5C35B895F034F2DA7FF8D.3A824885C44916BB8277A82F4F1F3F31E0E6F474%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9f3573c5bb2beebb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvTHYbp65Sh7d0tbQP2wpdyjg4gs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JEANYOUARETHEILLEST!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Now back to our regularly scheduled blogging...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;With so much going on in life, I've mastered the art of taking a vacation from the ills of the day. But I found that sometimes I can take a trip too far from reality. Funny though, when I thought reality would snuff me, it gave me a big hug to welcome me back. The things we think are the hardest to face are really only as hard as me make them... and the hurdle I was scared to jump wound up being a walk in the most beautiful park. What I thought would make me cry actually made me laugh. After I finally gathered the strength and the courage to move forward, I felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders and my heart and mind feels like its mines again. So for that, I must say, I am so thankful for my strength and resilience, because at the end of the day its ourselves and not reality that is our own worst enemies. Change is the only constant in this life! Its okay to look back and reflect but the point of making mistakes and surviving bad experiences is to learn from them. Press forward yall! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;And besides all that I'm still intelligent, still sexy, still talented, still fly, still beautiful in and out oh yeah, and I can still write my behind off!!! LOL...I'll never let the ills of the world take me away from me...Beautifully imperfect...just the way God made me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh yeah, check this throwback Jill Scott joint "&lt;em&gt;The Thickness&lt;/em&gt;"....&lt;strong&gt;PEOPLE PAY ATTENTION!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ya Heard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-5446252982194761667?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9f3573c5bb2beebb&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/5446252982194761667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/06/facing-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/5446252982194761667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/5446252982194761667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/06/facing-reality.html' title='Snap Back to Reality, Oh There Goes Gravity!'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-6836953668077705665</id><published>2009-06-15T00:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T00:31:53.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah yeah I Know....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sorry I haven't been on my writing grind as usual, but there's so much going on yet hardly anything at all. I've just been trying to move in the right direction, so attention to detail is a must. I'm sure yall understand. There's a lot in my brain, even more on my brain, and I'm still redesigning this blog. So much, so little, can't sleep, can't eat....Well, maybe the can't eat part is a good thing...Tryin to get my hard soft body on again! Lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;U Stay up, I'll stay up, Let's get up and get down to business! Ya Heard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;PS - The Lakers still suck! I might actually like them if it weren't for Kobe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;But seriously, are those not the ugliest championship hats ever made? I'm sayin, Adidas? Besides shell toes, does anyone still even buy Adidas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-6836953668077705665?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/6836953668077705665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/06/yeah-yeah-i-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/6836953668077705665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/6836953668077705665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/06/yeah-yeah-i-know.html' title='Yeah yeah I Know....'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-1084744397657003899</id><published>2009-06-08T22:24:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T16:42:15.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuz We Like Him, and We Like Him Too....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Yo, when dudes act up, don't fret!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Let me school you girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest the Build-A-Dude Program. They always tend to act up during the spring/summer season. So just like the "New Millennium Dude" has to have a smorgasbord of women to hit, ladies, we have to have a variety of dudes for our pleasure (NOT NECESSARILY SEX, HOOKERS! LOL). This should be your starting line up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;The Cool Dude&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;He likes you, but he's just to pass the time with. Most of them start out this way. You're not sure where this could go, so you just chill from time to time, maybe catch a movie, maybe rent a movie, but definitely not making a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;D. Wade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Ya Boy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;This is probably the closest one to you emotionally when it comes to the circle. He's the one you trust wholeheartedly. He got ya back! Plus he gives you the best advice on the rest of the circle even if it hurts your feelings. He's either been around for years or he's gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;K.G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Drama&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Most women say they don't want drama, but funny this dude is always there to give you a healthy dose of it. Basically he's wishy washy. One minute he's a good boy, the next he's being his usual a$$#ole self. But for some reason, we let them stick around (that is until we're completely fed up with his bulls#it and delete him from everything, only to find his replacement like 3 -4 months later).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;* Note: Drama can also be Mr. Ice Cold. Please Be Advised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;LeBron James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Perfect&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Everybody knows about him. Everyone likes how he gets down. He wines and dines you, treats you like a lady (that is if he doesn't play himself and become Mr. Ice Cold). This dude may end the game for everybody. He's getting the booty, most def! Not to mention, you're serving it to him like no other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Superman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Ice Cold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;After getting you emotionally invested in his bullshit, after all the wining, dining, bugging out, laughing, wrestling, late night laughing that turns into late night lovemaking/fuc%ing, you find out you're not the only one. He's like Drake, "You and you the best", playing all of you the same way. So you're stuck, heart-broken, ready to crack his muh-fuc%in fo'head on site! And even though it hurts, you gotta let that bs go because in all honesty, you never had him anyway.....So...PLAY THE BENCH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Wilt Chamberlin/Rick James/Any hot rapper out right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bench Warmers:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Sub 1 - &lt;strong&gt;I'm So Excited to be Here!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;He's been fiending to breathe the same air as you. He's been chasing for a while and is excited you've called. What he doesn't care about is the fact that you're only calling him in because your star player has fuc%ed up royally. And, he's not getting any ass, he's just a means to get out of the house to clear your head. Funny, yet sad, he doesn't realize he's the rebound dude. Some of these guys do honestly like us ladies, but some are all about getting that ass &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;they always wanted but never got. Go easy on the ones that really like you. Karma is a biyatchi and you might be missing out on a stand up dude....Well at least a good friend!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Skip to My Lou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Sub 2 - &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Fix it &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;That dude that blew ya back out before Mr. Ice Cold blew ya heart out. He's the sex you would think about from time to time when you were falling for Mr. Perfect, but you were a good girl, loyal to your situation. He's always ready and willing to report for duty. He will lift your spirits by lifting your skirt. He gave it to you like no other! But other than that, he's just a J.O.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Ray Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Sub 3 - &lt;strong&gt;The&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;New Starter &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;This dude will come along when you're halfway out of your rut but appearing to be completely over the piece of s#it you tripped on. He likes you. You chill and hang out, flirt innocently, you may even kiss him. But in the back of your head, you don't want this to end up like things did with Mr. Perfect, so you're honest with him and you act like mature adults and put things in cruise control.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Jalen Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Dudes, which one (or two) are you? Ladies, did I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;leave anyone out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-1084744397657003899?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/1084744397657003899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/06/build-dude-program.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/1084744397657003899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/1084744397657003899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/06/build-dude-program.html' title='Cuz We Like Him, and We Like Him Too....'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-1422635987128393450</id><published>2009-06-02T17:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T18:08:03.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Don't Have To...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The world is in shambles right now, including mines!  Why are we in this state of being? And the worst part about it is it doesn't have to be this way. In order to change, we have to realize we have MAJOR problems. I know its hard to address anything right now, being that we are bombarded by just maintaining these days. But the way I see it, since we're rebuilding, why not do it completely? Why not heal completely instead of always putting a patch on s#it and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;callin&lt;/span&gt; it life? Life doesn't always have to be this way. It don't have to...Ya Heard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-1422635987128393450?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/1422635987128393450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-dont-have-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/1422635987128393450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/1422635987128393450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-dont-have-to.html' title='It Don&apos;t Have To...'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-5360938371341809812</id><published>2009-05-25T01:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T16:42:48.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>YES!!! I FINALLY FELL IN LOVE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;With myself. Now I know I'm good company after I've thrown a few back, but man sober....I AM THE S#IT!!!! Ya Heard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Now getting to this weekend.... I have heard it all this weekend. I heard about altercations, being backed up to the extreme, people spazzing out, getting drunk....Made me happy I stayed in the comfort of my own home, 5 days straight. No parties, no BBQ's, no friends over, just me. Although I had the Internet, the phone, and fresh pens and pads, I slept late, ate healthy, even stretched a bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Either way, with all this madness going on in the world, home is a great place to be. Just think of it this way, some people don't make it home....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Peace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-5360938371341809812?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/5360938371341809812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/05/yes-i-finally-fell-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/5360938371341809812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/5360938371341809812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/05/yes-i-finally-fell-in-love.html' title='YES!!! I FINALLY FELL IN LOVE!!!!'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-7405924286692836953</id><published>2009-05-23T02:01:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T00:41:45.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin Myself Like I'm Puttin on Lotion! Lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Yo this past week has been very weird. I had a ghost or two pop up to wish me a happy birthday. Birthdays - wow, whoa! Tuesday night was revealing, volatile, honest, and heartfelt and full of love and truth. I'm starting to think maybe I am hard-headed (okay, so what, some things will never change)...and somewhat paranoid....(Thanks for putting me on my secret super circle;), thank you, I love ya!). I was also told that I have a hard time accepting that people really care about me and always doubt people's sincerity (I'm sorry, that's the New Yorker in me, but I try). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Okay, I'll admit I have flaws, but I'm just saying, I'm me. The ghosts that stopped by to say, "Hi", made me reminisce about who I once was and the woman I am today...BIG ASS DIFFERENCE...yet not so much. I have come a long way from that girl that wouldn't budge for anyone and was hell bent on winning and being right even when I was wrong. Now I speak my piece (or peace), with complete honesty and move on; not only for myself, but for my loved ones as well. But mostly because I'm no longer afraid to change. I am happy, even with all that goes on in my life from day to day, no matter who's trippin - I'm not (just not as invested, although I still will check you), I still remain happy with my life. Don't get me wrong, I have days just like anyone else. However, I don't dwell on things that don't work out or when something doesn't go the way I expected. I just vent and move on...I'm too busy getting my grown woman on. Plus, I'm just too damn fly for that...;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-7405924286692836953?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/7405924286692836953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/05/feelin-myself-like-im-puttin-on-lotion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/7405924286692836953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/7405924286692836953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/05/feelin-myself-like-im-puttin-on-lotion.html' title='Feelin Myself Like I&apos;m Puttin on Lotion! Lol'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-6461751228158321941</id><published>2009-05-18T20:17:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T00:42:36.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Brink</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-size: 130%;"&gt;On the eve of my 32nd Birthday, I was rummaging through the internet and saw this. I can totally relate to this because this is exactly where I am in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Thanks again Mary. I AM GONNA BE HAPPY....Ya Heard!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;Its a celebration biyatchis!!! Cheers 2 ME!!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dadaf037d1fff2b5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddadaf037d1fff2b5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331351413%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D83F13CD33BCCF7AF407077619BB592B5A5F9437F.50FFEB08A770332A69DC0DBE98D16BAD508E2873%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddadaf037d1fff2b5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpAAOfCK6ZzXzg5sx56kHJCuDnYI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddadaf037d1fff2b5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331351413%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D83F13CD33BCCF7AF407077619BB592B5A5F9437F.50FFEB08A770332A69DC0DBE98D16BAD508E2873%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddadaf037d1fff2b5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpAAOfCK6ZzXzg5sx56kHJCuDnYI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-6461751228158321941?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/6461751228158321941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-brink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/6461751228158321941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/6461751228158321941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-brink.html' title='On the Brink'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-4719725610942923363</id><published>2009-05-14T17:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T18:20:38.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pardon Me, Had to Vent 4 a Minute..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Before I start this Random Thursday, let me say I Apologize to those that I yelled at last night. I was on one, it had nothing to do with you. You always hurt the ones you love. PLEASE, PLEASE, Don't Leave Meeeee!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Random S#it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. Why did my day job block my Blogger access and Gmail? Blogger, okay I can see that. But Gmail? Great now I can't check email at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;2. Why is my birthday also World Hepatitis Day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;3. Can married people have single friends of the opposite sex after they were previously involved? I can't see it. But who knows (Although it's never worked for me...blog about this later)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;4. Why is beer so evil? Or is it me that's just plain old mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;4. If my friends don't forgive me for spazzin out, does that mean they don't really love me or are they just fed up with my random acts of bulls#it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;5. Does that mean I spend my birthday alone? Aww frick! Bad Timing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;6. Maybe it's just time to get some new friends anyway! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;7. Now that I am officially turning 22, does that mean I can no longer have random silly outbursts? Do I just look stupid when I say things that are just floating around in my head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;8. I hope I don't spend my birthday washing my car. That would really suck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;9. Yeah I think I may need new local friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;10. For the last time, I really feel bad about the things I said yesterday, but I can't take any of my words back, or ignore the fact that they came out of my mouth. I'm still trying to figure out where they all came from. But either way, I've apologized, asked for forgiveness, now let's proceed, indeed, you can too, either with or without me... (But I will miss you...till I get new friends! ;) I'm out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sadatay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-4719725610942923363?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/4719725610942923363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/05/pardon-me-had-to-vent-4-minute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/4719725610942923363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/4719725610942923363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/05/pardon-me-had-to-vent-4-minute.html' title='Pardon Me, Had to Vent 4 a Minute..'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-4270211781882213155</id><published>2009-05-14T00:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T00:58:20.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Feel Like the Whole World Is Against Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Me and My Drank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Will somebody please please double cup me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And eveybody please please don't judge me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I'm hard enough on myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And life is even harder on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Not the hardest but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;When you got it hard since the womb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;How yall expect the girl to bloom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Achievements too far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Feel like hell comin soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Feel me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Niggas kill me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;But so can a car crash or a 9 milli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So I have no choice but to lean hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Life got me movin slower than a retard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So I send my regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;But 32 is another year, great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Wait, now I can't feel my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I'm In the lab with my pad and my pen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And a styrofoam cup, bout to pour 4 in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Everything under the sun yet nothin at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Funny how the smallest things make us feel big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And the biggest things make us feel small...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I need to get sober... I've heard most artists/creative &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;people are tortured souls...We torture ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;by being so frickin sensitive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; Weezy F. Baby and Nique,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; the Greatest that Never Made it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-4270211781882213155?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/4270211781882213155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-feel-like-whole-world-is-against.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/4270211781882213155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/4270211781882213155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-feel-like-whole-world-is-against.html' title='Baby Feel Like the Whole World Is Against Me...'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-6149564355416830734</id><published>2009-05-13T09:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:12:09.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;UNDER CONSTRUCTION.....GETTING FLY....BE BACK SOON....SMOOCHES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-6149564355416830734?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/6149564355416830734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/05/under-construction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/6149564355416830734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/6149564355416830734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/05/under-construction.html' title=''/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-1243057293343553880</id><published>2009-05-08T11:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:02:03.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Finger Friday...Guess which one?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Only 1 finger today... f*$% everything! I'm out! Ya Heard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-1243057293343553880?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/1243057293343553880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/05/1-finger-fridayguess-which-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/1243057293343553880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/1243057293343553880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/05/1-finger-fridayguess-which-one.html' title='1 Finger Friday...Guess which one?'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-1909115747309556693</id><published>2009-05-04T12:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:40:56.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I know she got a spitty burger! LMAO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was sitting in the drive thru and this young black woman was in front of me. Evidently, she was one of those people who want Cheesecake Factory quality from the dollar menu. I listened as the berated the cashier, saying to her “ I don’t understand what the problem is! Maybe if you listened then you would’ve gotten my order straight! Are you fucking stupid?” At this point the cashier started to get annoyed so she called the manager. When the manager came to the window, she continued, “ I told her I wanted extra bacon on my burger with no mayo and my fries are cold. I asked her to redo the order and she act like she got an attitude! That’s why her ass is working this bulls#it job now!” The manager gave her a new order and she sped off. I hope shorty spit in her food or rubbed her burger on the floor or something. Judging by how this woman appeared from the arms up, she seemed to be a semi professional. But I don’t care what she was wearing, there is no need to disrespect someone like that. As I listened to the lady rant and rave over something so normal for fast food, I couldn't’ help but to think of one of my friends that tends to do this a lot too. Maybe not that extreme but she also has a condescending tone at times when it comes to things of that nature. Keep on, somebody may spit in YOUR food (If they haven’t already, lol)! But the one thing I noticed once the lady left, the girl came back to the window. She acted as if nothing ever happened. So I told her “You handled that situation very professionally. Don’t worry about people like that. What goes around, comes around, and it’s usually not about the person they spazz out on, but something deeper.” She thanked me and to my surprise, I had an extra burger in my bag (not that I need it). But just the fact that she didn’t throw a coke with ice in that woman’s face impressed me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People, please remember:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;1. Don't belittle others, life will humble ya ass sooner or later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Never talk S#IT to people that make your food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-1909115747309556693?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/1909115747309556693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-know-she-got-spitty-burger-lmao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/1909115747309556693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/1909115747309556693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-know-she-got-spitty-burger-lmao.html' title='I know she got a spitty burger! LMAO'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-55328944092689257</id><published>2009-05-01T10:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:18:32.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Finger Fridays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;5 Finger Fridays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with all this swine flu stuff and the Celtics not being able to execute and people are scared to even go to the movies or to the club or travel, I have decided to provide you with some home entertainment…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 5 Ways to Avoid Swine Flu&lt;br /&gt;5. Full body condoms – Use them…EVERYWHERE&lt;br /&gt;4. Have visitors strip butt naked and shower before they sit anywhere or touch anything.&lt;br /&gt;3. Clorox the house every 3 days&lt;br /&gt;2. Do all shopping at off peak hours&lt;br /&gt;1. Become a hermit, invite some friends and become mole people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 5 Ways to travel in NYC and Avoid the Swine Flu&lt;br /&gt;5. Get on the train and act crazy&lt;br /&gt;4. Eat some eggs, then get on the bus or train and let loose for your entire ride&lt;br /&gt;3. Scratch your body vigorously like Tyrone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Biggums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Just start singing “Janie’s Got a Gun”&lt;br /&gt;1. Start digging for gold…wherever you think you may find it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Top 5 Things That Ran Through the Celtics Minds Last Night&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DAMNNNN&lt;/span&gt;!!! I told Doc to pick Rose! - Pierce&lt;br /&gt;4. My Jesus sleeves are too damn tight! – Ray Allen aka Jesus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shuttlesworth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Why does Big Baby have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pu&lt;/span&gt;$$y patch on his head? What is that thing on the back of Salmons head? - KG&lt;br /&gt;2. Damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Scallabrine&lt;/span&gt; looks like Michael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rappaport&lt;/span&gt;! - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Perkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Can we just finish tomorrow? I wanna go home! - Rondo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Top 5 Things That Ran Through the Bulls Minds Last Night&lt;br /&gt;5. I’ma whoop somebody’s ass! - Miller&lt;br /&gt;4. I’ma whoop Kobe’s ass! - Rose&lt;br /&gt;3. I’ma whoop Rondo’s ass! - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hinrich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I got in Pierce's ass! – Noah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;1. We Finally whooped their ass! – All of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I gotta give a thumb's up to O, Maine for staying sane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Pointin the finger at the government and various CEO's for putting us into this mess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Gov. Mark Sanford...MIDDLE FINGER U!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;House....PUT A RING ON IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;And last but not least, dude from College Hill South Beach...Pinkies up! (How you doin....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;HAVE A GREAT AND SAFE WEEKEND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-55328944092689257?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/55328944092689257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-finger-fridays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/55328944092689257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/55328944092689257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-finger-fridays.html' title='5 Finger Fridays!'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-3855809173713645245</id><published>2009-04-30T09:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:13:17.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And So On And So On</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am officially becoming slow or either I have a little more on my plate than I thought. I peeped last night how someone played me last week! Talk about a delayed reaction. It's all good though. You throw 2, I throw 4 back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now getting to the matter at hand...SWINE FLU!!! Okay so I was sitting at work yesterday and I heard someone pass by and just cough without even attempting to cover his mouth. This angered me to a great degree. WHAT IN DEEE HELL ARE YOU THINKING DUDE?!?! I do not want your germs man. That's why I feel so strongly about the right to punch people in the throat for doing that. PEOPLE ARE DYING AND I DON'T WANT TO BE ONE OF THEM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;COVER YOUR MOUTH AND NOT WITH YOUR HANDS DUMB ASS!!! COUGH INTO YOUR OWN SHIRT, A HANKIE, OR YOUR UPPER ARM REGION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Also, since I am on the subject, simply putting soap on your hands (Nasty People: If you even go that far) and rinsing it off does not equate to you washing your hands. You must:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;1) Turn on the water (preferably hot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;2) Apply soap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;3) Rub your hands together, front and back (vigorously!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;4) Rinse your hands off (thoroughly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;5) DO NOT CUT THE WATER OFF YET!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Get a couple of paper towels and dry your hands off first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;6) Get another paper towel to cut the water off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;7) use that same paper towel to open the bathroom door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;8) If all else fails, get some antibacterial soap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;That is all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-3855809173713645245?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/3855809173713645245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-so-on-and-so-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/3855809173713645245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/3855809173713645245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-so-on-and-so-on.html' title='And So On And So On'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-6590057370251055815</id><published>2009-04-29T00:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:13:28.898-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts &amp; Well I Won't Say I Told You So....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay so I didn't like the template. I'm going to be trying some new things out, so please feel free to leave your opinions. I get the stats, I know you're reading. Don't be shy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anywayz, I was right! Ladies and Gentlemen, it looks like we have a pandemic on our hands! While you're at it, wash your hands....THOROUGHLY! I wonder now when you sit next to those nasty ass people on public transportation that cough and sneeze without covering they're mouths, does that mean you can snuff them, karate chop them in the throat or bust them in the back of the head with your shoe as self defense? I'm just saying, it is a lethal virus.... What are we going to do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Random Thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What do you do when your libido is on high and there's a drought and you're tired of jackin off? You know who, if I were you, I'd go to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If monkeys could talk, what would they say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Since baby boomers are going to use up all the SS funds, why doesn't Obama bail us out so we don't have to pay it anymore? It's not like we're going to see it anyway...(Sorry mom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why am I still wearing the same glasses since 1999? And why are they still stylish? (at least I think so...SHUT UP! Lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why am I so damn sensitive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What makes the sun hot? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What would the world be like if we couldn't lie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT ARE THE CELTICS DOING???? WDF???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did Beyonce make a deal with the devil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or was it Daddy Knowles? Hmmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish real hip hop and r n b artists would get burn like these fools that can't sing but are just charismatic as #ell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why does Mos Def look like the black Abraham Lincoln?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a new workout! Run until I feel the burn and then do the stanky leg to loosen back up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why do guys repeat themselves when you ask them a question like, "Where have you been?" or "Who is she?" STUPID, we know that you're just stalling to come up with a 1/2 way believable lie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please wake me when acid washed jeans go back out of style!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When is enough just that, ENOUGH???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why do commentators talk through the entire game? Just give me highlights dude! Your voice is annoying! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to go on the Biggest Loser just so they can kick me off around the 3rd week. It's okay, I really just want like a 3 week vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-6590057370251055815?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/6590057370251055815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-thoughts-well-i-wont-say-i-told.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/6590057370251055815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/6590057370251055815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-thoughts-well-i-wont-say-i-told.html' title='Random Thoughts &amp; Well I Won&apos;t Say I Told You So....'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-1813123735695812418</id><published>2009-04-28T16:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T16:41:10.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So yeah...I despise lazy ass people. You know the ones at work that don't want to handle the responsibilities that are clearly theirs. I need to just go sit on a grassy hill, listen to the breeze and feel the sun on my face. But just my luck, there'd be a thunderstorm, the breeze would turn into strong hail and I'd tumble until I bump my head at the bottom of the grassy hill. And my arthritis is kicking in. Just great. YES! Thank you for the added adversity God! My character is going to be monumental by the time I hit 25...again! Ya Heard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-1813123735695812418?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/1813123735695812418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/1813123735695812418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/1813123735695812418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/okay.html' title='Okay'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-9159950479780229317</id><published>2009-04-28T11:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T21:21:19.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Goodbye…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;One of my closest friends got hit like the rest of us by this damn recession and has decided to go back to school. I LOVE the fact that he’s furthering his education and his spirit has been uncanny throughout this whole experience. I’d even like to think I had something to do with it! I heard education is contagious (not to mention I did suggest he go back to school, LIKE ME). But he’s moving! OH NOOOOO!!!!! Ironically, when he told me he’d gotten the ax and had started seeking other positions, I had asked him, “So when are you moving?” Over almost the past two years this dude became my ace boom, my extra shoulder, my wubby (for those that don’t know what a wubby is, think Charlie Brown’s boy, Lynus, and his safety blanket). I mean you know those friends you have that understand you even when you don’t; friends that share that retarded yet sarcastic sense of humor; that can make sense out of nonsense yet smart enough to help you in statistics. Simply put, he’s become one of my closest friends, (I only have 2-3 really, really close friends, excluding family of course) and I don't want to lose my wubby :(. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;We don’t live in the same city nor county for that matter, so you’re probably asking yourself, “So, then what will be the difference?” Let me explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve moved 21 maybe 22 times in my life and I know I have at least 3 more to go. We always say we’ll keep in touch or we’ll visit or hell I’m going to take it back…. WE’LL WRITE (Lmao, like anyone does that these days)! Then once one person leaves, they stay in touch for a while, then it slowly dwindles down to a holiday call MAYBE, then nothing at all. Moving 21/22 times in my life, I know the art of goodbye very well. I think I can count on one hand how many people I’m still in contact with. I have met some amazing people in my life, really cool people, whose names escape me now because we haven’t spoken in about 7-15 years. Out of sight, out of mind. Life goes on with or without you. But the sadness of it never changes until you forget about them and this by far his going to be a hard one. Yes I suffer from Tina Turner syndrome in general (abandonment issues, without the domestic violence), but so what! That’s my peeps! I know nothing lasts forever and all good things must come to an end, dammit, I DON’T WANT IT TO!!!! But like anything else, resaon, season...blah blah blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said nothing’s going to change… PINKY SWEAR PROMISE???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-9159950479780229317?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/9159950479780229317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/art-of-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/9159950479780229317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/9159950479780229317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/art-of-goodbye.html' title='The Art of Goodbye…'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-2911981014092863442</id><published>2009-04-27T01:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T01:39:25.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This The End of the World?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Pirates, Swine Flu, Murder Suicides ...OH MY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;What is our world coming to? The economy is a hot mess; there has been a surge in murder suicides; and swine can kill you (well quicker than it already does)! Don't get me started on the pirate thing. Who ever thought that in 2009, pirates would be hijacking these huge ships? The thing I'm not understanding is why no one has a gun on the ship? Even if they can't get to it, how are 5-10 people sneaking up on a ship? Isn't it someones job to protect the staff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Swine flu? Now bacon can kill you? Y'all better be easy on that pork fried rice! This is unlike anything else simply because the young and healthy make up the majority of deaths from this flu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;South Carolina is having brush fires? Right next to the beach? That just sounds crazy to me. On top of that, the governor there is a complete idiot for first not wanting to take the stimulus money because he can't use it to pay debt and now taking the money and deciding he's going to sit on it. If he doesn't utilize that money by 2010 it gets absorbed back into the budget for other states to use it. So basically the residents of the poor ass state will be forced to assist in the repayment of the stimulus through taxation, but reap no benefits from it. Smart dumb ass (the governor that is).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Don't even get me started on how we as a people relate to one another! Especially the dynamics between men and women and the lack of respect for one another and ourselves. What the hell happened to Big Mama (Grandma for me)? What happened to child rearing and discipline? Time out ain't doin S#IT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Everywhere you go, we are all in the same boat...SUFFERING! There's nowhere to run and hide. THE WORLD HAS RUN A MUCK!!!! Is the world coming to an end? I mean really, what would make you take your entire family out, your own children, and then turn around and kill yourself? Or what about the guy in Passaic, N.J. that allegedly threw his 3 year old niece off an overpass into the water? What are we becoming? Where are we going? PLEASE DO NOT LEAN ON OBAMA FOR THIS, HE NEEDS US TO TAKE ACTION THE SAME WAY WE NEED HIM TO ACT! What are we going to do? How do we fix this? How do we fix us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-2911981014092863442?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/2911981014092863442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-this-end-of-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/2911981014092863442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/2911981014092863442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-this-end-of-world.html' title='Is This The End of the World?'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-3716944702931518425</id><published>2009-04-21T13:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T21:26:51.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Be A Little Stronger to Leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Everyone knows that I love my friends and family like I love my family. Just be reminded of that as you read. So recently one of my friends got with a person that everyone in the circle deemed as the devil (Very Spencer-ish if you watch the Hills). I moved out of the area so we don't speak as much. Not too long ago I found out they were an "item" and are expecting their first child together (Spencer sent out an invite on the 15th, shower on the 18, I got it on the 20...Shady biyatchiism). Now my best friend says I should not take it so personally and leave it alone because people gotta live their own lives. She's right in a way, maybe I'm too sensitive. But if you know me, you know that I don't sugarcoat s#it, I don't 1/2 step when it comes to being honest, and truthfully, I think my friend is throwing their life away. Well either way, it makes no sense for me to get worked up over it because I don't have to deal with that hell. So I decided to leave my friend completely alone. I'm not trying to be negative, but if I don't like it, I don't like it. So to avoid any kind of bitc#assedness (on their part of course), I'm keeping my distance. All I'm gonna say is, God bless the baby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Ya Heard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-3716944702931518425?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/3716944702931518425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/gotta-be-little-stronger-to-leave.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/3716944702931518425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/3716944702931518425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/gotta-be-little-stronger-to-leave.html' title='Gotta Be A Little Stronger to Leave'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-1396596738603284746</id><published>2009-04-20T13:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T13:47:31.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blahhh Mondays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Its so great to have a fulfilling life, a great (yet crazy or very misunderstood) family, and wonderful friends to enjoy it with! I'm walking on cloud nine today. Good Monday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ya Heard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-1396596738603284746?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/1396596738603284746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/blahhh-mondays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/1396596738603284746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/1396596738603284746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/blahhh-mondays.html' title='Blahhh Mondays'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-4636189508749930912</id><published>2009-04-16T08:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T08:48:21.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Case of the Mondays on a Thursday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I am tired as all hell. It seems like no matter how much I sleep, I'm still sleepy...especially during the day. Nothing deep or really funny to say today so have a great day and 5 Finger Friday Tomorrow! Ya Heard! Saadaatay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-4636189508749930912?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/4636189508749930912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/case-of-mondays-on-thursday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/4636189508749930912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/4636189508749930912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/case-of-mondays-on-thursday.html' title='A Case of the Mondays on a Thursday...'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-5749655501166753538</id><published>2009-04-15T00:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:46:01.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Up..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I'm about to show thiS DUDE HOW i DO! tALLY HO GOTTA GO!!!! Ya&lt;br /&gt;Heard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;P.S. - The preceeding blog was written while lightly enjoying spirits and having a gummi bear fight. Isn't it great to revert back to our youth sometimes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-5749655501166753538?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/5749655501166753538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/hold-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/5749655501166753538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/5749655501166753538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/hold-up.html' title='Hold Up..'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-4028768309587672991</id><published>2009-04-14T08:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T08:46:19.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;At this point in life, I should know what I want to do with myself. Although I love to write, I also have other interests. I'm trying to break the habit of starting something and never finishing it. But it's hard. Life is hard. Well at least for me because I need to find out what it is that I'm doing with mines. I don't want to pigeon hole myself into anything and then at the age of 50 wondering what happened. I'm not getting any younger so once again, here I am playing catch up. I'm not really mad at it because I've had great experiences along the way. But at the same time I want to be prominent at something (Let's not forget, I have caviar taste on a Burger King budget!). Am I crazy for still trying to find a happy medium career-wise and not settling for a safe bet (although nothing these days is safe, some fields are more secure than others)? Are you happy with what you do for a living?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-4028768309587672991?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/4028768309587672991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/help.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/4028768309587672991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/4028768309587672991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/help.html' title='HELP!!!!'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-6314629611082288605</id><published>2009-04-13T00:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T08:47:40.004-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dedication - Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Start to End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I’ll start with God, on him I depend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And then mom and pops for getting it in&lt;br /&gt;And then myself, let’s make amends&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Micky and Uncle Tom showed me true love never ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then Kish, Nettie and Ronica, three strong limbs&lt;br /&gt;Then my brothers, Wigs, Darrin, Quadruple OG and T-Mein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Will, we buildin a foundation for a true relationship &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then Dayne and Kev, my closest dude friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yall stick by my side just like my own hip&lt;br /&gt;Then Young Jay, hang in there, eventually you’ll win&lt;br /&gt;And Monty and O, my friends and brilliant business men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Real showed me how to swag it out and be fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Grateful for those that check my scribes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And sustain my need to write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you reading and I forgot you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's not my heart but my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Believe you in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Got a forgetful mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Whether we sittin or top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Or runnin up from behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Through highs and lows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Heaven or hell yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My family still rides...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-6314629611082288605?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/6314629611082288605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-thankful-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/6314629611082288605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/6314629611082288605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-thankful-for-you.html' title='The Dedication - Part I'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-6659252776715962994</id><published>2009-04-09T18:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:17:47.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Okay so I know I haven't been blogging as I usually do. But there's a lot going on right now. I'm not stopping the train though, just slowing it up a bit! I promise to be back full force over the weekend! Stay up! Ya Heard! Brooklyn, WE GO HARD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-6659252776715962994?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/6659252776715962994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/busy-busy-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/6659252776715962994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/6659252776715962994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-9087509489308936912</id><published>2009-04-07T00:03:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T21:23:09.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Old, Something New...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Sometimes young minds amaze me, especially when it's someone in my family. I guess we all have our gifts. It's evident the girls in this family have skillfully mastered the pen. Check my little cousin...She's a chip off the old block! And funny, when she hit me with it, it sounded like she was reading my mind. I guess heartache is one of the few things that doesn't discriminate. And nothing is more gut wrenching than your first love...(Thank you Raheem...frickin ass#ole!...Okay I'm over it! Lol)... So today's blog is ode to lost first loves, and getting over the pain....When you feel like you did when you wrote this, just think...look how far Kelis has come! You'll find the right dude one day...HOPEFULLY!!! Lol... Needless to say, I'm proud of you Tay. Introducing...Lataysha Reese...Speak on it youngin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Dear love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;its me knocking at your door again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;begging for answers to my broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;hoping you can help me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;last time i stopped by i was happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;but this visit I'm coming to you with pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;you know i can never forget the first time we met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;i was young and there you was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;fresh and alive smiling in my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;do you remember that day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;at first you had taken me by surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;but as we continued our friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;i began to realize why everybody wanted you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;even though we fought at times and feelings were hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;we still stuck together through it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;and even after our friendship was broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;you still stayed in my heart and you made sure i never forgot you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;ahh sweet memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;we used to be so close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;but now we are just growing more and more distant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;instead of happiness all I'm receiving is pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;instead of smiles i get tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;my heart is bleeding from all the cuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;and sore from all the bruises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;what happened to us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;i try not to think about it too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;but lately its all i seem to think of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;this time you're not smiling in my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;you keep hurting me and pushing me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;and i keep running back to your door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;on a good day you open it for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;but other times you don't even pay me any attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;well what made you open it for me today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;yesterday you left me outside in the cold crying and alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;i banged and knocked over and over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;calling and screaming for you to let me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;and i got no answer and you knew i was there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;i know you heard me but you ignored me completely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;i stood there leaning against your door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;the tears streaming down my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;i left a note before i left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;i told you how i was feeling and asked if we could be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;did you read it or throw it away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;did you answer my questions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;well i will find out soon enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;but i don't want to waste anymore of your time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;i know you're busy being Love and all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;so i will say goodbye for now but before i go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;i just want to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;i hope we can go back to the way we used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;maybe next time i come by it"ll be a good visit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;well until we meet up again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;this is goodbye&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-9087509489308936912?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/9087509489308936912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-old-something-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/9087509489308936912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/9087509489308936912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-old-something-new.html' title='Something Old, Something New...'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-3573380944148440008</id><published>2009-04-03T02:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T13:59:09.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Finger Fridays Special Edition!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Middle Finger Technology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now usually I would give you the usual 5 Finger Friday. But being that I missed yesterday and there's just something about Fridays that makes us so raw with it, I figured I'd share this situation with you. Yes, this person knows I'm posting her situation and SHE WANTS FEEDBACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of my associates met this dude online. They went out a couple of times, you know the usual dinner, movie, maybe some good conversation. They haven't known each other very long, maybe 2 months or so. Well one night things got a little heated and she let him BEAT BEAT BEAT BEAT BEAT! She said it got kind of wild since they were both backed up. Anywayz, during their session, the condom came off. When dude noticed he told her. She said she asked him if he had ejaculated yet. He said "No, not yet." So she thought she was good money (safe).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well recently, she was diagnosed with pregnancy, and his pre-ejaculate was the reason. And yes, she says it's his and yes he's happy. However, she does not like the situation and does not know what to do. This dude still lives at home at 28, recently laid off but started his own business and wants her to relocate into the city (she lives in the country) with her 5 year old in tow. Dude has never lived by himself (only with females), has no children and is open to the possibility of having a relationship.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;She said she wanted her next child to be with someone special and she doesn't know the baby's father's well enough to judge his character. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Personally, I told her to think it through. Logically, I say hell no, don't have it! But at the same time that's a baby, a part of you. But that's just my personal opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;What would you do? Ladies, would you have a stranger's baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fellas, would your jumpoff got pregnant, would you want the baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Share your thoughts people....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-3573380944148440008?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/3573380944148440008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/5-finger-fridays-special-edition.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/3573380944148440008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/3573380944148440008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/5-finger-fridays-special-edition.html' title='5 Finger Fridays Special Edition!!!'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-8014447010263586032</id><published>2009-04-02T10:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:13:08.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Today's blog is non existent due to a hectic schedule. But be sure to check me tomorrow for a 5 Finger Friday that will blow you away...LITERALLY!!! Be safe yall! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ya Heard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-8014447010263586032?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/8014447010263586032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/8014447010263586032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/8014447010263586032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-bad.html' title='My Bad'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-3661193812727540264</id><published>2009-04-01T15:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T15:23:14.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thanks to the response I'm getting I've been offered a gig as a writer for Vibe.com. Love is Love Yall!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Yall ain't been responding to s#it! I get a bunch of hits but no comments! It's all good, I can talk to myself all frickin day!  Nah Happy April Fools Day! I'm sayin tho, leave a mut#af*c%in comment!  LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-3661193812727540264?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/3661193812727540264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/3661193812727540264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/3661193812727540264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh Yeah'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-6575696810454926326</id><published>2009-04-01T15:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T15:14:50.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP DROP &amp; ROLL!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sometimes we have bad habits of letting our past interrupt our present. If we have already moved on and the past was painful, why invite it to the future? Once the damage is done, it’s damn near impossible to undo it. Simply let it go. Why stop your movement for something that you’ve already walked away from or that has walked away from you and left you emotionally torn or egotistically bruised? Leave it right where it’s at, IN THE PAST! And if the past has a way of pulling you back….body slam it, kick it in the nuts and run like 2 pit bulls are on ya ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ya Heard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Peace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-6575696810454926326?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/6575696810454926326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/6575696810454926326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/6575696810454926326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/run.html' title='STOP DROP &amp; ROLL!!!!!!!'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-5398228425783935706</id><published>2009-03-31T08:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T08:36:16.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday's Random Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Why do you need to take classes in topics that have nothing to do with your major?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would pigs go if they could fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know what “when the s#it hits the fan…” means. But who threw the s#it at the fan in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people with children always say, “But you don’t have kids so you don’t know” when you point out their f*c% ups?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people think children should be seen but not heard? I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; said some of the most prolific things as a child…well they were great to me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that people with the funkiest breath want to talk crazy close? Would it be rude to tell them “Your breath is the reason for global warming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we do the craziest things when we think we’re in love but when we snap back to reality we wonder what the f*c% were we thinking and how did we ever get so bored that we decide to fall into fake love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine how the first person to ever take a mud butt s#it reacted? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like slapping somebody today…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint me purple and call me Barney! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;! That’s hilarious…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What came first, the chicken or the egg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is enough ever enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are people so fake? So dishonest? You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ain&lt;/span&gt;’t keeping it real! You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ain&lt;/span&gt;’t &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;representin&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ballentine&lt;/span&gt; Ale?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I have a forehead just like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tyra&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;* And to follow up on one of last week's random thoughts...gratuitous sex is just that. GRATUITOUS. Just a nut...a nut you can bust on your own and not have to worry about catching anything or anyone getting pregnant or the drama...Wouldn't it be better to run that risk with someone you actually see a future with beyond 3 hours, 3 days or 3 months? I'm just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt;...MESSAGE!!! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-5398228425783935706?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/5398228425783935706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/tuesdays-random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/5398228425783935706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/5398228425783935706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/tuesdays-random-thoughts.html' title='Tuesday&apos;s Random Thoughts...'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-4075656597399725853</id><published>2009-03-30T02:00:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T21:42:04.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Change is Gonna Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Over the weekend, I spoke to several people in my circle. We are a circle for a reason, we all think alike. Throughout my conversations with 5 different people, plus the conversation I had with myself, one factor remained constant. We are all planning our futures and life is preparing us for change. We are all moving in different directions, growing spiritually; bettering ourselves physically, expecting children, or going to war; all of us are relocating in some way, shape, or form. All of us are stepping up to the challenges that life has presented to us. We have all realized that certain chapters in our lives are over and it is definitely time to move on, to change. We have all decided to stop staring in shock at closed doors, and disappointments; are no longer stunned by rejection, trials and tribulation. We have reopened our eyes to what life can be and the opportunity, responsiibility, and the path that God has laid before us. Change is the only constant in life, and even though change can sometimes be a hard pill to swallow, it is necessary to progress in life. Resistance to change equates to resistance to learn and grow. If we do not grow, we might as well be dead. It can also bring on feelings of fear, loneliness, and being misunderstood, but a blessing nonetheless. Although we are parting ways, and I will miss them all in one way or another, I know it's all a part of a greater plan. At the end of the day, everything will fall into place, you will see the reason behind it all, and one day, it will all make sense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffff33;"&gt;I Ain't Felt This Way In Years....Let God Move You Around....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffff33;"&gt;Happy Monday Yall...Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-4075656597399725853?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/4075656597399725853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/change-is-gonna-come.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/4075656597399725853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/4075656597399725853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/change-is-gonna-come.html' title='A Change is Gonna Come'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-205909156041379742</id><published>2009-03-27T00:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T11:11:41.248-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Finger Fridays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yes Laawd, WE MADE IT TO FRIDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Just some random thoughts and facts before we get into 5 Finger Friday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Why does "kumquat" sound so strange? Has anyone ever eaten one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Why is it that the person that's really digging us won't stop stalking but we LOOOVVVEEE the person that treats us like s#it? (Note to self- change your phone number AGAIN and throw away the shoe ______ threw at you when he caught you...ummm...birdwatching)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;According to Wikianswers, Georgia code section 16-6-2 provides a 1 to 20 year mandatory sentence for any adults consenting to "any sexual act involving the sex organs of one person and the mouth or anus of another". Married couples are not excluded from this law. Most states have repealed the law but it is still illegal in the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Florida, Idaho, Louisiana, Michigan, Alabama, Mississippi, North Carolina, South Carolina, Utah Virginia, Puerto Rico (I know a lot of yall goin to jail!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;5 Finger Fridays!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The Top 5 Things Men Won't Admit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;5. They are lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;4. They lost against a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;3. They caught feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;2. They are going bald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;1. They don't know what they're doing in the bedroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The Top 5 Things Women Can't Do Without:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;5. Bitc#ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;4. 1 homegirl that you ride out with (pause)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;3. money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;2. a freakum outfit (or costume)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;1. love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The Top 5 Ways You Know Its a Wrap:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;5. She's texting her friends and laughing while you're blessing her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;4. He stops taking your phone calls... even when you're standing right in front him butt naked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;3. She introduces you to her real man as her boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;2. He tells you about his other chicks and their drama like its cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;1. Every time you see them, you wanna crack their mut#af^c%in fo' head on site!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The Top 5 Ways You Know It's Love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;5. He ain't ugly anymore (at least not in your eyes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;4. She ain't a hoe anymore (at least not in your eyes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;3. She has access to the crib, the car, the cell phone and the bank account&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;2. He has access to your family's contact information and when he calls, your mother knows exactly who it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;1. You share the bathroom, even when one of yall are dropping some kids off at the pool (ladies, that's usually when we tell them they need to clean their systems and make a rapid exit) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;---And I know this is more than 5, but it must be said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;0. You can have a good conversation without saying a word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Happy Friday Yall ...Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-205909156041379742?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/205909156041379742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/5-finger-fridays_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/205909156041379742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/205909156041379742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/5-finger-fridays_27.html' title='5 Finger Fridays!'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-5750570118299950483</id><published>2009-03-26T00:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T07:36:42.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Skipping Alone In A Circle of Weird Space: The Tobacco Diaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I almost fell asleep behind the wheel today. I rolled down the windows (even though it was pouring), I blasted my music (which I do on the regular). I chewed gum. I even plucked myself...I tried to call anybody to keep me awake. Nobody picked up. Quiet time is good but not when you might end up in a ditch from dozing off. My mind keeps telling me I'm in the process of purging my soul, my life, and no its not the smoking cessation pills (I AM NOT AN ADDICT). I've been feeling like I've just been spinning my wheels but going no where like a treadmill. Ever since I've been in the South, people been telling me I need to change. I'm too quiet, too loud, too extreme, too honest, too caring, too hard, too soft, too sincere, too arrogant...I guess it depends on who you ask and what day it is. I have insecurities just like anybody else; and just like anybody else I love the sunshine, but unlike many, I actually grow in the rain. Instead of looking at what I'm not, my trials and tribulations make me love who I am. But my thing is this - If I accept you for being you and still extend my hand and respect you for who you are, why do I have to change for you to accept me as I am? like Pac said, "I was given this world, I didn't make it!" At the rate the world is moving we never know if tomorrow will be our last. So, yes, I am all these things and then some and I choose to live for today and plan for tomorrow. And as messed up as life can be I love it still just as I love everyone in it. True, there ain't no love in the heart of the city, but there is love in my heart and you're steady picking trying to pull me apart. I am what I am, hate it or love it, I don't care...But at the end of the day, you gotta respect mines... Let's never forget, WE ALL ARE WORKS IN PROGRESS. I choose to attempt to be a better me everyday. What about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-5750570118299950483?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/5750570118299950483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/skipping-alone-in-circle-of-weird-space.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/5750570118299950483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/5750570118299950483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/skipping-alone-in-circle-of-weird-space.html' title='Skipping Alone In A Circle of Weird Space: The Tobacco Diaries'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-2225714634149275151</id><published>2009-03-25T12:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T12:48:49.894-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This just keeps getting better and better. Once again I am dizzy at work. I think I may skip class tonight. I'm really nauseated. And on top of feeling like s#it, I still want to smoke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-2225714634149275151?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/2225714634149275151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-just-keeps-getting-better-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/2225714634149275151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/2225714634149275151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-just-keeps-getting-better-and.html' title=''/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-2928388715596941037</id><published>2009-03-25T02:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T02:44:05.155-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All That I Can Say....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well I am still tripping off of those pills the doctor gave me...So needless to say I cried alone doing quantitative methods homework. Literally cried alone....Granted, I never have been a math person (except when it comes to budgets), but I cried for a good hour and a half... Then I decided that I won't hand it in. I'm probably the only woman in the world to fail a take home quiz.... I guess I'm just hell bent on doing what I want...I hope this stuff wears off before another final.... Or before I set my econ and math books on fire and throw them off of the roof!!!! Knowing my luck, they'd probably land on someone and set their ass on fire and I'd get sued....In rare form...And all jokes aside, I really do feel like I'm in this by myself today...Stuck in the country woods....all alone...Damn DOC DONE GAVE ME THE OOOOOWWWEEEEEEEEE!!! Whateva, for what it's worth, I'm smoke free 54 hours straight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-2928388715596941037?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/2928388715596941037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-that-i-can-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/2928388715596941037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/2928388715596941037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-that-i-can-say.html' title='All That I Can Say....'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-8786868806473367794</id><published>2009-03-24T01:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T01:53:06.007-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex, Drugs, and Random Thoughts....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sex,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Drugs,&lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Random Thoughts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;So I finally began to take this drug to assist me in smoking cessation. A pill....Well, this pill has had odd effects on my body. First I couldn't drive straight and I was dizzy all morning, then I felt nauseated, then I fell asleep and then this evening, my face broke out and it's blotchy. After some Internet research, I found out this drug not only has all the side effects listed above, but also psychotic episodes and suicidal thoughts, nightmares, insomnia (which I already suffer from), etc. For all of this I'm going &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;cold turkey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;rick it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Oh yeah, to follow up on yesterday, People are really mad at me! Go figure....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Tuesday's Random Thoughts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;1. Since the greedy folks of AIG have those bonuses, how about the government repossess them the same way they do the common taxpayer? Okay so they gave them back. So shouldn't they be charged interest for late repayment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;2. I'm just saying, how can anyone really be mad at me for more than a day? I'm cute and I'm funny and I'm entertaining to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;3. Where is my bailout?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;4. Why don't I ever back down from anything? I understand I'm no quitter but sometimes even though I know it's in my best interest to quit while I'm ahead I keep going....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;5. What is gratuitous sex worth if you don't care about the person? I guess that would be a battle of the sexes question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;6. Then again....LMAO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;7. I feel like S#it! Nicotine withdrawal is no frickin joke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;8. I took this quiz on Facebook to find out what girlfriend I would be (from the show). After taking it twice, it's been confirmed just as I thought, I have a kinship with Lynn...the over educated yet underachieving, deep yet loopy, unapologetic mooch, free spirited wild child... who refuses to grow up....Great, what a role model...Hey, at least she had the "Lynn Spin"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;9. Well since I'm giving up one addiction, will my other addictions become amplified?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;10. If so, I need to invest in some new umm.... arts, crafts and toys... a bunch of toothpicks, some duct tape, a meat injector (thanks Kish --- WHOA PAUSE....for the idea....Never mind), a Frisbee and a good bottle of champagne. Maybe create my own version of the "Lynn Spin"...call  it the "Freak Nique"...Get it?!? I'm such a cornball at times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;11. Why do little people freak me out? I really need to get over that fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;12. How can Prince play ball in stilettos but I can't even jog 5 feet in them? Frick that, they hurt! Plus I'm tall enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Okay side effects kicking in again...Now back to nausea...great...well at least if I throw up at work, they'll send me home....I pray....Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-8786868806473367794?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/8786868806473367794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/sex-drugs-and-random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/8786868806473367794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/8786868806473367794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/sex-drugs-and-random-thoughts.html' title='Sex, Drugs, and Random Thoughts....'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-4191687136231745959</id><published>2009-03-23T02:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T00:35:34.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AY CARAMBA Mondays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Today's blog is short because, well, vacation is over and I am back to my 16 hour days. This past weekend I had a....a little more than I could handle and had a reenactment of the Exorcist in my bathroom. Needless to say, today, about 4 people are either confused, downright pissed, or not speaking to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The first person, I can remember him saying, "I don't understand...why are you drinking so much? Why did you start so early?" I think I had started around 2-3pm (really taking advantage of my last days of freedom!). I felt soooo bad because if I recall correctly, it seemed as if he thought I was using alcohol as a coping mechanism and he sounded concerned. As if that wasn't enough, that was followed by my best friend who kept saying, "...but you don't throw up!?!..." The third person, well, I'm not even blaming the alcohol because I cracked a joke that I would most definitely crack while sober. Not apologizing for that...although I'm sorry you have no sense of humor and you're not secure with our friendship just yet... It was a freaking joke... LOOSEN UP!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Truth be told, I really didn't drink much more than I usually do. I actually ate something that didn't agree with the vodka (salsa with RAW BELL PEPPER...too acidic).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The 4th person, I don't know who it is but it seems like I was on a role with pissing people off so I'm just estimating. Should you be reading this, and I pissed you off on Saturday night...Please let me know exactly what i said...It's probably the funniest s#it I've heard in a while... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;So to the first 2 people, (you know who you are) SMOOCHES (pause) and thank you for being so concerned (even though I had to chuckle). Love ya ooodles!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;To the 3rd, relax, it's not that serious.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And the 4th, who are you and how did I stick my foot in my mouth now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;But vacation is now officially over and I'm back to the 16 hour grind...You can let the towns' people know that the streets are safe again! Ya Heard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-4191687136231745959?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/4191687136231745959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/bleh-bleh-mondays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/4191687136231745959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/4191687136231745959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/bleh-bleh-mondays.html' title='AY CARAMBA Mondays!'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-2038923923912430322</id><published>2009-03-21T00:03:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T01:02:23.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP...And My Condolences...Love Ya Bruh...</title><content type='html'>Life is a funny thing, as soon as you think you have it figured out, it throws you a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;curve ball&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished telling my dude that I have no hard feelings (personal shit) about where life takes us and how life's too short, and low and behold, I found out one of my big brother's (BK shit...we adopt immediate family) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nana&lt;/span&gt; died. I know nowadays no soul goes without being reborn so i know she's returning through a seed. RIP....We never weep for them when they die, we weep for ourselves, as they have touched our lives and it hurts to let go. But hold on to their memory and they will have eternal life through you. Ya Heard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the mark of true family when someone cares for you, loves you, looks out for you with nothing to gain but the assurance that you have been taken care of. Protecting you even when you think you can protect yourself, loving you when you are at your lowest and when the world has turned its back on you, letting you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; you are not only loved, but you have a purpose, and you are important to this world. Family is with whom you make it. Don't let anyone delegate who your family is. You were born to feel a kinship with those inside and outside your bloodlines. We are all related somehow, just lost track of how. Know, love and trust your heart and soul. God will always speak through you as long as you believe in him. And always know, everything happens for a reason, and though that reason may not make itself known until years later (believe me, I am living proof), know that at the end of the day, everything will be alright. And also know, that you are loved by someone. Someone is thinking of you right now, not even knowing your circumstances, but thinking of you just because you have made a home in their heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loved one's passing is always hard. But just celebrate in knowing and receiving their love, and that your Nana is now watching from above, and she will always love you. And know, because of that, you were born blessed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-2038923923912430322?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/2038923923912430322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-is-funny-thing-as-soon-as-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/2038923923912430322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/2038923923912430322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-is-funny-thing-as-soon-as-you.html' title='RIP...And My Condolences...Love Ya Bruh...'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-1712983686059697102</id><published>2009-03-20T00:03:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:33:54.248-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Finger Fridays!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5 Finger Fridays...Ya Heard! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now these are all from opinion and experience (Bet you can't guess which is which...Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top 5 Freakiest Looking Things on Earth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. Possums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Uncircumcised penises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Gold teeth, Jheri curls and gators all in one outfit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Toes hugging the sole of a sandal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Yuck Mouth P.D.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top 5 Lines For Avoiding Sex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. I gotta go feed the dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Didn't we just do it last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Let him get in and ask " Are you in yet?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. If he keeps going after #3, tell him you have to check on the grits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. I have a yeast infection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top 5 Ways to Make Your Girl Catch a Case&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. Tell her you're on your way and never show up. (With her car)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. If she's blessing you, use her head as support for your champion game of tic tac toe...against yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. While she's bitc#ing, start clipping your toenails and start singing "Pick Up the Pieces".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Bring two girls home from the club and tell her you are having a sleepover, and she has to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Once she gets mad, ignore her, let her rant and rave for about an hour or two and when she finally quiets down, say "Huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The Top 5 Strangest Behaviors I've Seen Since Being In the South&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm not stereotyping, but I see what I see)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;5. Gold teeth, Jheri curls and gators in one outfit...FYI - You are reflecting the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;4. Lack of signal use. Is it that hard to put on your blinker? And why speed up in the rain? FYI - Rain makes the road wet....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;3. Locals asking me if I know someone they know because I'm from New York and so is the person they're inquiring about. (FYI- NYC has a huge population and a real New Yorker does not consider anyone from New York State as a"Real" New Yorker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;2. Locals asking me who my people are. (I really don't get down like that, so I always just say, "Jesus and them..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. The mentalities. Didn't you get the memo? SLAVERY IS NOW OVER....Why do people expect me to get on my desk and tap dance because the higher ups are walking around? I'm gonna talk to you the same way you talk to me....So watch your mouth and I may watch the words that come out of mines..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;GOT SOMETHING TO SAY? IT'S FRIDAY....LET IT ALL HANG OUT!!!! SPEAK YOUR PIECE...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-1712983686059697102?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/1712983686059697102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/5-finger-fridays.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/1712983686059697102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/1712983686059697102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/5-finger-fridays.html' title='5 Finger Fridays!!!'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-5365006829544642405</id><published>2009-03-19T08:37:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:46:43.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would just drive my big old car, and everything would be alright&lt;br /&gt;And energy would just fall down right from the sky, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Words would fly right from out of my mouth, out of my mind into your heart, into your life&lt;br /&gt;And everything would sound just right,&lt;br /&gt;And no one would stop me from drinking my wine&lt;br /&gt;That's my dreamworld, that's my dreamworld, it's more than a dream&lt;br /&gt;My dreamworld, that's my dreamworld, and I wanna live in my dream, (dream)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Robin Thicke, Dreamworld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, what would my dreamworld consist of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There would be no need for war. We would know and believe that the Most high has bestowed upon us everything on this earth and we would value, love and respect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There would be no money system. The world would just be free and we wouldn't get paid because our compensation would be in being happy to do whatever we love and being blessed to be alive. And if you do a really good job, you would get a pineapple or a bag of kumquats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monogamy and morality would still exist (at least in most countries, wait, there wouldn't be any countries).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There would be no crime. Malicious thoughts would not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People would know what moderation is (But then again, would we really need to know what it is?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free thinking would be a way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one would be sick, hungry or homeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words "pain, fear, death, hurt, racism, ugly, jealousy, discrimination, favoritism, materialism, and hate" would not exist.&lt;br /&gt;(Neither would half of what E-40 or Snoop's slang terms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have my outbreak monkey, panther and both my ferrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children would actually know what childhood is, free from the ills of society, simply because society would not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adults could act like children as long as they tended to the children first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reality would be considered a nightmare in my dreamworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have 5-6 children and the village would help raise them (once again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would be chemical free and live naturally and organically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideas would make you hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex would not be taboo. You could make happy time as long as the children aren't around. (Remember, we want them to actually have a childhood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There would be no judgement, no pain, no strife, man would coexist perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would wake up to beautiful sunrises overlooking the ocean or the mountains with your loved ones surrounding you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedays you would wake up to beautiful sunrises overlooking the ocean or the mountains alone, knowing that the Most High is giving you time for reflection, time to enjoy his company intimately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my dream world is Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would your dreamworld look like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-5365006829544642405?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/5365006829544642405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-dream-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/5365006829544642405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/5365006829544642405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-dream-world.html' title='My Dream World'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-5255619821404020757</id><published>2009-03-19T00:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:47:11.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Too Short</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Usually I would say something funny or down right indecent in celebration of the weekend being so close I can taste it. But as I read about Natasha Richardson (actress, wife, mother, daughter, sister, etc), it changed my track of thought. If you haven't heard, Natasha Richardson had a skiing accident and was declared brain dead. Her family took her off of life support last night. As I read several stories covering the tragedy, I began to think about mortality on a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, we are only human and have habits that may cut our lifespans short, the fact of the matter is we never know when we will die. I, myself, claim to be "Superwoman", trying to please 100% of the people 75% of the time (15% of the gen pop is asleep; the other 10%... you're on your own). But the truth of the matter is, why live your life to please other people? Ironically, I had a similar conversation with an associate of mine last week. He said people were worrying as to why he was not seeking new employment and instead returning to college to complete his degree. I said simply, " If your bills are paid, and you're happy, then f^ck them!" But when I thought about it tonight, my words were of a greater significance. We cannot go through life pretending to be someone else, saying or doing what we think seems "right" even that's not what we really want to say or do, worrying about what people think, or living to pacify them. At the end of the day, we have to live with the repercussions of our decisions in life. Now even though I knew this before tonight, I'm pretty sure Mrs. Richardson didn't bank on having a skiing accident let alone becoming brain dead. Do we all subconsciously expect to be okay when in all actuality, we never know when we will leave this earth? It doesn't even matter. Because either way, it's all in the Most High's time, and no one knows our schedules better than the Most High.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while we are here, let's make sure we give love to those who deserve it, spend time with those who want to spend time with us, respect each other as we would want people to respect us, not let money determine happiness, count our blessings and smiles everyday, and make the most out of this journey called life. We only get one, let's not take it for granted. Time is the one thing you can't get back. So let's make it count, let's introduce the world to something new and authentic (ourselves), and most importantly, let's not forget to live it. Life is what you make it, so let's make it great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-5255619821404020757?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/5255619821404020757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/lifes-too-short.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/5255619821404020757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/5255619821404020757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/lifes-too-short.html' title='Life&apos;s Too Short'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-3682251008854936470</id><published>2009-03-18T07:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:47:38.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOD FOR THOUGHT WEDNESDAYS...."MAYBE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MAYBE........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. . we were supposed to meet the wrong people before meeting the right one so that, when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe . . . when the door of happiness closes, another opens; but, often times, we look so long at the closed door that we don't even see the new one which has been opened for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe . . . it is true that we don't know what we have until we lose it, but it is also true that we don't know what we have been missing until it arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe . . . the happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe . . . the brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; after all, you can't go on successfully in life until you let go of your past mistakes, failures and heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe . . . you should dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go, be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you dream of, and want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe . . . there are moments in life when you miss someone -- a parent, a spouse, a friend, a child -- so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real, so that once they are around you appreciate them more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe . . . the best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe . . you should always try to put yourself in others' shoes. If you feel that something could hurt you, it probably will hurt the other person, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe . . you should do something nice for someone every single day, even if it is simply to leave them alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe . . giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they will love you back. Don't expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their heart; but, if it doesn't, be content that it grew in yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe . . . happiness waits for all those who cry, all those who hurt, all those who have searched, and all those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of all the people who have touched their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe . . . you shouldn't go for looks; they can deceive; don't go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile, because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. Find the one that makes your heart smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe . . you should hope for enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, and enough hope to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe . . . you should try to live your life to the fullest because when you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling but when you die, you can be the one who is smiling and everyone around you crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. . . you could send this message to those people who mean something to you, to those who have touched your life, to those who can and do make you smile when you really need it, to those who make you see the brighter side of things when you are really down, and to all those whom you want to know that you appreciate them and their friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous Writer...Courtesy of Kwanza Malaik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Heard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-3682251008854936470?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/3682251008854936470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/3682251008854936470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/3682251008854936470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/maybe.html' title='FOOD FOR THOUGHT WEDNESDAYS....&quot;MAYBE&quot;'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-580564178902060868</id><published>2009-03-17T12:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:48:15.831-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cornbread and Chicken Soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tuesday’s Random Thoughts&lt;br /&gt;(The Afternoon Edition)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to thank my boy for that title. Who would have thought Sunday’s dinner could be used so creatively? I think it sounds so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people with offices never have long loud conversations in their offices? Damn I miss my office… As we speak, I’m yelling SHHHUUUTTTT UUUPPPPPPP… Under my breath of course. It’s cool, I’ll be a punk. We’re in a recession and I’ve had more than one personal episode of when keeping it real goes wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke 4 toes running from a plane while ½ sleep. What in the hell made me think I could outrun a plane in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone tells you, “I leave you in peace”, doesn’t it sound final to you? Just curious…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people think I have a Jheri curl? Who in the hell in 2009 would want a Jheri curl? If you think this is curly you should’ve seen me when I did have a Jheri curl! Whoa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do the skinniest people eat like rabid animals and stay skinny but if I look at a hoho wrong I gain like 8 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shoulders hurt. I need a massage, but I refuse to pay for one (or I’m broke, which ever sounds better to you), so the doorsill will have to do for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once told a dude to get me flowers for no particular reason to show you love me…. Needless to say, I never got the flowers. Ass#ole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people make the stinkiest concoctions at home and decide to share the funk when they heat it up in the microwave at work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what does a clubbed foot look like without a shoe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want an outbreak monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does my long term memory work fine but my short term is damn near nonexistent? Doesn’t a memory have to be short term before it becomes long term?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s this set of monkeys that solve all their problems by having sex (not the Outbreak Monkey). That’s all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I ready to go to sleep and its only 12:25 PM, but at 12:25 AM I am the life of the party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder which one of my friends is practicing the stanky leg and the dougie right now???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-580564178902060868?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/580564178902060868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/cornbread-and-chicken-soup_17.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/580564178902060868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/580564178902060868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/cornbread-and-chicken-soup_17.html' title='Cornbread and Chicken Soup'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-4889995838177067074</id><published>2009-03-17T09:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:48:48.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cornbread and Chicken Soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday's Random Thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m convinced I am the black female Powder and a psychic. I make radios go off just by walking by. I felt so safe from lightning when I had a basement apartment. But as far as being psychic – I can tell you if you’re pregnant, if your girl is pregnant, if I will see a spider (which scares the wiggle waggle out of me), but I still haven’t won the lotto. Then again, it would make sense to play if I want to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought that would be a funny title. Anyways, My boy from college wrote this joint called “Maybe”, and man, I swear dude always makes me want to dump all my journals and books into a metal garbage can with a couple of bottle rockets. I have to get at him to see if he’ll let me post it up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think people in the military get injected with a microchip? I notice mad similarities with all my military people. (Relaxin Jackson, STAND UP!!!) Their actions are pretty much the same. So calculating yet so many moments of simplicity. Strange. I wonder did the chip pass to me from dear old dad? It would make a lot of sense...Thanks dad...SUPER RIR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of wild animal would you get if you knew they weren’t going to attack you in the middle of the night or try to mate with you when you’re having happy time? I would get a panther, an outbreak monkey (without the outbreak), and ferrets like the Beastmaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does beer make you full but you still crave fried food? At least I do…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people think I’m mean? I’m tired of hearing “Smile babygirl, it can’t be that bad…” Stupid, did you ever think that maybe that’s just the face God gave me? Maybe I don’t walk around cheesing because I don’t want people to think I’m RIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dude asked me why I was so extreme when I told him to either s#it or get up off of the pot. Stupid, that’s like slapping a leashed pit bull repeatedly and the leash breaking. When your ass gets bit up, how can you say it’s the dog’s fault? You started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really want an outbreak monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really hate to have to repeat myself. But why is it the people closest to me that make me repeat myself? Are they doing it subconsciously and laughing at me in their heads when I start to spazz out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my thoughts ladies and gentlemen….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your random thought of the day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-4889995838177067074?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/4889995838177067074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/cornbread-and-chicken-soup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/4889995838177067074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/4889995838177067074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/cornbread-and-chicken-soup.html' title='Cornbread and Chicken Soup'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-3023467083699950441</id><published>2009-03-16T12:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:49:41.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a hell of a weekend...I know I'm working backwards here but that's me, ass backwards! Lol, But anyway, I was driving my cousin to Walmart after work and she gets a call from her boy, right? So she told him she'd swing by after we came from Walmart. Dude asked can he ride to because he had to pick up some chicken. Now at this point I'm kinda leery because this dude I'm not too familiar with wants to get in my car. But nevertheless, I said okay. Yo dude comes out of his crib, and low and behold, what do I see????? A CRACKHEAD! Or a crackish looking dude! Either way, WDF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought crack went out of style along with light skinned brothas, cross colors, karl kanis, either way I thought crackheads were extinct! I couldn't peel off because there was this big ass oak tree in the middle of the yard and I had to drive around it to get out and someone was coming in from behind me. So he gets it in the car, smelling like old chicken grease or something that made my stomach turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to Walmart and God forgive me, but I can't be seen like that. My cousin decides she wants to detour into the garden section of the store leaving me with this dude that just looks like he's going to steal something. You know what happens when you don't want to be seen? SOMEBODY ALWAYS SPOTS YOUR ASS AND LIKE A DEER IN HEADLIGHTS, YOU CAN'T MOVE! I'm walking away from this dude and he's determined to keep up. As I'm speed lining I told dude, yo get in and get out. I'll meet yall up front. As I finished telling him, who do I bump into? Chick I work with who also happens to be cool with my boss.. Let's just say I'm just waiting for the plastic cup and wet wipe. They already think I'm a tad bit off. I know they are going to test me now! Needless to say, I forgot what I was going for in the first place, bought Clorox, Lysol and oven cleaner (for some reason, I then had the strong urge to clean), and called my cousin and told her I was waiting in the car. When he got out, I doused my seats with antibacterial soap like holy water during an exorcism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...how was your weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-3023467083699950441?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/3023467083699950441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/3023467083699950441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/3023467083699950441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-weekend.html' title='What A Weekend!'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-7702724177659491217</id><published>2009-03-16T02:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:50:03.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things Worse Than the Art of Yuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Things that are worse than The Art of Yuck&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of L. Moye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It could always be worse... You could here skin slapping :( ewwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It just depends on what the sport is... Aint nothin wrong w a lil one on one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You could squeeze a johnson and it oozes (not in a good way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Getting chicken from a restaurant thats not clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sticking your hand in cloudy dish water and feeling an unidentifiable item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A fat stinky person smelling like old chicken grease, sweat &amp;amp; cologne/perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Getting a loogie hocked on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Seeing the china man do something to his nose/ear or lower body region and then fixing your food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Getting spit on while talking to a cute dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Having to dig for gold in a VERY public area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-7702724177659491217?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/7702724177659491217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/10-things-worse-than-art-of-yuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/7702724177659491217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/7702724177659491217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/10-things-worse-than-art-of-yuck.html' title='10 Things Worse Than the Art of Yuck'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-1674612713853130307</id><published>2009-03-16T02:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:50:28.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Yuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Art of Yuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the graphic material in this blog. Reader discretion is advised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hearing the kissing noises of your mom making out on the couch with her new boyfriend....YUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sweaty contact sports...YUCK...maybe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Squeezing a banana by hand...YUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Cleaning chicken...YUCK, but necessary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Plates in a sink of water that were not scraped. YUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Stinky, sweaty feet...YUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Hearing someone hock a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;loogie&lt;/span&gt;...YUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Doing anything to your ears or nose then touching your mouth region ... YUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Spitting while talking....YUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Digging for gold anywhere....YUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, feels great to be home....YUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-1674612713853130307?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/1674612713853130307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/art-of-yuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/1674612713853130307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/1674612713853130307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/art-of-yuck.html' title='The Art of Yuck'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-8390505399394122854</id><published>2009-03-16T01:37:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T01:12:17.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;He knows my ins and outs, ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;And at the same time knows at his whim he can turn it all around.&lt;br /&gt;He makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact I scribed this just for him&lt;br /&gt;I hurt when I see him down&lt;br /&gt;Knowing at my whim I can't turn it around&lt;br /&gt;He is the oxygen within my water&lt;br /&gt;For without him I cannot survive&lt;br /&gt;Even when he gives me pain&lt;br /&gt;He's still the reason I feel alive&lt;br /&gt;He's the second thought in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Right after God&lt;br /&gt;The last face I see at night&lt;br /&gt;He runs deeply thrusting through my veins&lt;br /&gt;And has made his home within my heart&lt;br /&gt;No music, words or drama&lt;br /&gt;Yet he defines art&lt;br /&gt;Who I love more than me&lt;br /&gt;It's a close draw&lt;br /&gt;My sunny day, he floods me with pain&lt;br /&gt;He's the source of joy within my blues&lt;br /&gt;Now if only I could find him&lt;br /&gt;Where is my muse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-8390505399394122854?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/8390505399394122854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/muse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/8390505399394122854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/8390505399394122854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/muse.html' title='MUSE'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775378719396460209.post-2516001213960337751</id><published>2009-03-16T01:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:51:48.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay Back To Our Regularly Scheduled Blogging...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah so I had to vent...So please, come in and make yourself at home. I figure I'm always writing anyway and people always ask where they can find my thoughts, poetry, video blogs, etc. so I figured, "Why not set up my own blog?" Go easy on me, this is kind of new for me. I kind of feel like the black female Doogie Howser on vodka! I'm still playing with the layout so for right now, I'm rolling generic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me act like I have a job and go to sleep like the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;Lets get it poppin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Heard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775378719396460209-2516001213960337751?l=relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/2516001213960337751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-back-to-our-regularly-scheduled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/2516001213960337751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775378719396460209/posts/default/2516001213960337751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relevantridiculousandrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-back-to-our-regularly-scheduled.html' title='Okay Back To Our Regularly Scheduled Blogging...'/><author><name>RelevantRidiculousandRandom.Blogspot.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958729105937023515</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/-q738h35BawM/TifdbXjR1UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6floNl_uP4k/s220/bw%2Bcloseup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
