<?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-8997739228056427943</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:22:08.064-05:00</updated><category term='behbeh'/><title type='text'>oh i already knew</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oreoknowsbest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997739228056427943/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oreoknowsbest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11016388638933464900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997739228056427943.post-4075804681647457428</id><published>2008-02-01T06:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T06:07:54.366-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='behbeh'/><title type='text'>Look What I Made!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tgI_HoTeZAg/R6L9aYCuUPI/AAAAAAAAABI/M_LT60nw30Y/s1600-h/CAMI.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161966752492310770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tgI_HoTeZAg/R6L9aYCuUPI/AAAAAAAAABI/M_LT60nw30Y/s400/CAMI.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;OH YA I MADE THAT!!! He finally came Jan 17th 2008 my lil Cameron Alexander :D yay me! At 1st he was all quiet and calm but now OHHHH BUT NOW Hes up all dang night. Has me just as tired as can be. Took a long time to bring him in this world and im soo proud to call this lil bugga my son.. THAS MY SEED SON! lol! As you can probably tell Im hella excited too. I think i called every phone number i had in my cell and any numbers i could remember when i came too after the whopping 29 hrs of painful labor ... at 1st it was all cool no hee hee hoos from me ( i so dont believe in that heehee hoo bs thats a crock-a- booboo-lie its really whatevercomes to mind and outta ur mouth) i just tried to sleep as much as possible... logged on here and there to relax my mind and hang with sl fam cuz i knew i wasnt gonna be on for at least 2weeks. And yes i did it with out a single scream and curse word. Im too goofy for that. So after struggling to get thru the 1st 6cm and blood pressure at BAM 180/94 EITHER I WAS GONNA get the epidural or they were gonna make me. heck by the time the epi-chick came i was ready to push 10 min later. 2 frickin pushes.... let me tell u wat havin a baby feels like... LIKE U HAVE TO SHIT AND HAVEN'T ALL UR LIFE. once the baby head pop out and u give that sigh its like the best sensation of relief u will ever feel. Ok i have 2 babys now a 2 yr old and a new born... at 1st i said i was done no more blahzah blah but i make beautiful babies plus im single again... I love my kids ya i think ill have a couple more rofl but not for a while u know can u say IUD hahaha look it up if u dont know im soo not going in to detail on that one. YAY i feel so much lighter. SOOCHIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997739228056427943-4075804681647457428?l=oreoknowsbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oreoknowsbest.blogspot.com/feeds/4075804681647457428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997739228056427943&amp;postID=4075804681647457428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997739228056427943/posts/default/4075804681647457428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997739228056427943/posts/default/4075804681647457428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oreoknowsbest.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-ya-i-made-that-he-finally-came-jan.html' title='Look What I Made!'/><author><name>Gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11016388638933464900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tgI_HoTeZAg/R6L9aYCuUPI/AAAAAAAAABI/M_LT60nw30Y/s72-c/CAMI.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997739228056427943.post-5133218725666343753</id><published>2007-12-11T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T17:11:51.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Down time much?</title><content type='html'>Yay! I dont think I've ever been actually happay about down time. Hahaha. Hell we alll know sl definitly needed that. Now more then ever. So as Im sitting here listnening to the man of my dreams *cough* radio station, I think to my self "Hmmm, Gen why don't you fix up your page a lil bit." Seems to me that its been getting a lil outta handy here and there. Invited my niecey-poo Iceis to join. I dont know I'm in a totally randomish mood. Clicking away at other peoples pages and reading lots of blogs. As swanky as it might be have to keep it up to keep it going. I'm thinkin I'mma actually move on one of these days tho. I will eventually meet someone who feels the same about me as I do about them one day. Mehbeh jus mehbeh it will be sooner rather then later. Hell, I might actually stop complaining! The likly hoos of that tho... Slim to uhh none. Well back to editing and moving things around the pages. Smoochieepooks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997739228056427943-5133218725666343753?l=oreoknowsbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oreoknowsbest.blogspot.com/feeds/5133218725666343753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997739228056427943&amp;postID=5133218725666343753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997739228056427943/posts/default/5133218725666343753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997739228056427943/posts/default/5133218725666343753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oreoknowsbest.blogspot.com/2007/12/down-time-much.html' title='Down time much?'/><author><name>Gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11016388638933464900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997739228056427943.post-369728293411915266</id><published>2007-12-06T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T15:26:04.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ventage</title><content type='html'>I think I'm to nice... yah too nice. When I have people in my life I care about I always put myself on the backburnner. Always tellin people do what make you happy. But am I happy? No not really. I have no problems expressing my feelings, what i want or anything. When it come to men... and love. Im pittyful. I SUCK AT IT!!! I always end up with my heart broken cuz its right out there for the taking and nobody wants it. I may suck at love but i do have sence. I cant just be someones convience. Treated like a store thats open when ever you ready for what you need. I care about my friendships more then anything. I'd rather be miserable and have people have what they want then be truly happy. How else did i end up where i am today. I used to say I'm ready when ever you are no matter how long when ever took. Now I cant do that. I can forgive only so much.&lt;br /&gt;     My honesty is what gets the better of me... i suck at lying. Blunt honesty is what you get with me. More then anything men appreciate that and thats what i think makes them see me as more a friend then anything. BOOOOOOOOOO this sucks ass cheeks. Ok so now that Im done venting. Im single again. Just friends is where I stay. Hell I give up. I said this would be the last time I tried to even be with anyone. It ends the same way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997739228056427943-369728293411915266?l=oreoknowsbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oreoknowsbest.blogspot.com/feeds/369728293411915266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997739228056427943&amp;postID=369728293411915266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997739228056427943/posts/default/369728293411915266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997739228056427943/posts/default/369728293411915266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oreoknowsbest.blogspot.com/2007/12/ventage.html' title='Ventage'/><author><name>Gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11016388638933464900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997739228056427943.post-764070537399274359</id><published>2007-12-03T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T14:28:23.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>8 TOTALLY RANDOM FACTS ABOUT GEN</title><content type='html'>My good friend &lt;a href="http://verbalstewii.blogspot.com/2007/12/eight-random-facts-meme.html"&gt;Jellybean Madison&lt;/a&gt; tagged me with her random facts. A cool little game she came across about peoples random facts. Here's how:&lt;br /&gt;(1) Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.(2) People who are tagged need to write a post on their own blog (about their eight things) and post these rules.(3) At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.(4) Leave a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;Do You REALLLY wanna know lol:&lt;br /&gt;1. I absolutely love love love tomatoes. Especially on sandwiches with mayo not that booboo salad dressing, I’m talking that REAL KRAFT MAYO. MMM on honey oat bread with a slice of American Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;2. I‘m almost never on SL on Sundays cuz my moms too dang nosey for me. “Who’s that? What’s that do? Who’s he? What is your lil person wearing?” booboo nosiness.&lt;br /&gt;3. I attempted writing a book once and put it on hold when I decided to start a family. Well not decided but took an abrupt surprise on me. Eventually I’ll continue one day.&lt;br /&gt;4. I think monkeys are just the cutest but only when referring to dolls. Real monkeys are that cute, plus they fling poo.&lt;br /&gt;5. I never believed in love at 1st sight until I held my baby girl. She was so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;6. Yes, I watch cartoons every Saturday morning angry beavers and invader zim are my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;7. I adore musicals. My absolute faves are Chicago and Phantom of the Opera. I could be locked in a room with just those for days at a time. But my fave movie movie is The Count of Monte Cristo….&lt;br /&gt;8. I’m a hopeless romantic, yet I’m not too sensitive…and I’m a sucker for surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so im guessing i should tag SOMMMMEBODY.... LETS TRY UMMMMM UHHH VIC &amp;amp;CC.!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997739228056427943-764070537399274359?l=oreoknowsbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oreoknowsbest.blogspot.com/feeds/764070537399274359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997739228056427943&amp;postID=764070537399274359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997739228056427943/posts/default/764070537399274359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997739228056427943/posts/default/764070537399274359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oreoknowsbest.blogspot.com/2007/12/8-totally-random-facts-about-gen.html' title='8 TOTALLY RANDOM FACTS ABOUT GEN'/><author><name>Gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11016388638933464900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997739228056427943.post-1266292139869145429</id><published>2007-12-01T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T21:29:38.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honesty has shown me affection&lt;br /&gt;Affection has given me trust&lt;br /&gt;Trust has offered up its self to give me life&lt;br /&gt;A life I never thought I'd have&lt;br /&gt;His friendship turned in to a kiss, a touch&lt;br /&gt;Something as surreal as passion&lt;br /&gt;He makes my heart palpitate with ever hello&lt;br /&gt;His words like warm vanilla sugar&lt;br /&gt;I miss him when he’s afk too long&lt;br /&gt;He treats my heart like a delicate flower&lt;br /&gt; My body like its his own&lt;br /&gt;Submerges my mind in first-class conversations&lt;br /&gt;That would drown anyone&lt;br /&gt;Is he real…I my eyes to make sure&lt;br /&gt;I’m not imagining him&lt;br /&gt;He’s everything I ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;Even more then I could envision having&lt;br /&gt;As our friendship grows&lt;br /&gt;So does our bond&lt;br /&gt;Blossoming  into… who knows&lt;br /&gt;Just glad to be his&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997739228056427943-1266292139869145429?l=oreoknowsbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oreoknowsbest.blogspot.com/feeds/1266292139869145429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997739228056427943&amp;postID=1266292139869145429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997739228056427943/posts/default/1266292139869145429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997739228056427943/posts/default/1266292139869145429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oreoknowsbest.blogspot.com/2007/12/honesty-has-shown-me-affection.html' title=''/><author><name>Gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11016388638933464900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997739228056427943.post-6236655702113684936</id><published>2007-11-30T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T15:00:24.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Same guy different day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tgI_HoTeZAg/R1RfvX4XY7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/RIPTkw4tqQE/s1600-R/1st+date+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139838342205498290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tgI_HoTeZAg/R1RfvX4XY7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/9GoAMfK4cYo/s400/1st+date+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apprently Gen sticks to things that are easy for her. (Real life might not be as easy as I'd like but guess I dont really have a choice but to stick to it.) Too much work makes my head hurt. Let's see where was I... oh ya complaining bout nobody sloving me. Rofl. I got a bf now. Yayaya I was mad at him but I got over it. Gave me a chance. He's a great person. Prolly one the best guy friends I have in sl. Don't quite know bout slove yet. I'm not one to just Jump to that. SOME of us know what that is... others just jump and jump and jump. You know what I mean by jumpers. Hmmm, you know that friend that has a bf for like 2days, the guy she just barely met... and she talkin bout how much she in sloooove wit the dude. Make you wanna just slap the hell outta her. Thinkin to yourself like you just met, how can you be talking about how much you in slove. Shaking your head the hole time, patting her back a week later (tellin her in your head I told your ass it was too soon.) At least get to know the person 1st or be friends or something dang! I'm not talkin no 1 or 2 weeks neither... let try some months at least before yall even start dating. Know something bout that person. Know what they want from you. Hell, lets try knowing what they actually wanna get from a relationship. Do they know the rules of &lt;a href="http://verbalstewii.blogspot.com/2007/08/101-ways-to-woo.html"&gt;wooage&lt;/a&gt;? Do they just wanna bone? How bout...do they wanna go RL with you? Do they want a family, prim pregnancy, sl kids? Junk like that. Gawd do I have to break it down for you that much. LOL. I know I know, I'm gettin all into detail and mess. I know what I want... question is do you know?&lt;br /&gt;Had my small amount of drama in sl here and there. Nothing out the norm. HAHAHA sl is never normal. This is the moment when you insert a pfft here. Its more been OPP (other peoples problems) that I been handed. It all works out. You find who's there for you. Who's who, what's what typa mess. Some go crazy some just brush it off and slife goes on either way. Makes you wanna slap um sometimes and be like HELLOOOO WAKE THE HELL UP! LOL, ya I said it.&lt;br /&gt;On a RL note: the pregnancy been kickin my ass. Aside from the weight droping takin me for loops and junk. I just been hella tired. Only 9weeks left! Got me all happy bout that though. Thank gawd! Offically seperated, kinda sucks some what.Part of me is happy part of me wished it coulda worked but its a natural feeling that I'm sure ill get over. Over all I'm content with where I am right now. Eatin everything that don't make me sick.&lt;br /&gt;Welp, thats me for the night... I'll be updating and uploading. Lots to do get meh back on top lol. Def will be blogging more. ooh ooh special thanks to mah jels for the wooage-ness it really helps the non-relationship types know what the hell they gotta do to keep the relationship from being boring. HAHA like I got a prob there. I'm not mentioning any names *cough* you know who you are. Muaws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997739228056427943-6236655702113684936?l=oreoknowsbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oreoknowsbest.blogspot.com/feeds/6236655702113684936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997739228056427943&amp;postID=6236655702113684936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997739228056427943/posts/default/6236655702113684936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997739228056427943/posts/default/6236655702113684936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oreoknowsbest.blogspot.com/2007/11/same-guy-different-day.html' title='Same guy different day'/><author><name>Gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11016388638933464900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tgI_HoTeZAg/R1RfvX4XY7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/9GoAMfK4cYo/s72-c/1st+date+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997739228056427943.post-1666283470640789939</id><published>2007-10-22T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T16:25:18.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Been there Tried that</title><content type='html'>Lately this lil bummble bee has been doing the most... between trying to collectivly keep my cool, raise a 2yr old and being pregnate for like ever, I'm just going plain insaine. Sl has been my refuge lately. Keepin me from pulling my hair out. Jellybean tells me about this swanky college in sl she's joined and maan I so want to. Hell, even sent in an application last night. Yet, I still havent herd jack from them.&lt;br /&gt;            On another note, I've been havin my ups and downs lately. Relationship wise that is. I liked a guy. Had me really inspired it was a lot for me to even take that step with a friend but ended up right back in the friendzone again. Seems to be the place Imma end up staying for a while. LOL. Stupid friendzone &gt;.&lt; so I did some pics and poetry to vent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE GODDESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goddess inside me tells me that I need someone powerful by my side&lt;br /&gt;Someone who understands there’s more depth wielded in my self-comfort&lt;br /&gt;Someone who's dependent on the things we both need it LOVE, Friendship and Honesty&lt;br /&gt;A person who I can see myself waiting for&lt;br /&gt;Every goddess has a need, a want, a reaction even&lt;br /&gt;The feeling that create the spark of life inside us driving us to search... wait...&lt;br /&gt;Dust ourselves of and search again&lt;br /&gt;Yet when that goddess takes over and makes us stop looking and see what’s right in front of us&lt;br /&gt;We know in that moment what we want...... LOVE...&lt;br /&gt;The goddess inside me smacked the shit outta me one day&lt;br /&gt;Told me to stop…Stop searching…Start listening&lt;br /&gt;Paying attention to what emotion had mustered inside of me all along&lt;br /&gt;The goddess inside me wants someone like you by her side LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thoughts of the Girl Nextdoor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you let your gaurd down even for a split second things creep in like the slightest hint of  feeling love can take you for the ride of ur life  and drop you off in the middle of nowhere. You sit there trying to play it cool until the person&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tgI_HoTeZAg/Rxz3uZWRKYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pkXMCigD0OA/s1600-h/nextdoor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tgI_HoTeZAg/Rxz3uZWRKYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pkXMCigD0OA/s320/nextdoor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124242852491110786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, Me, Us so hard to suppose, consider… believe drives  off, your heart (that was ripped from your chest) in one hand the love you knew would never be again in the other hand, a smerk on their face. Your sudden defeat overwhelms you when you think you've collectivly handle the worst. Playing it smart just wasn't enough. That wall they spoke of should have never been torn down. Sidetracked  you see everything you wanted snatched from your very grasp. Yet still you go on with a smile. Some small hope you givein to only to watch it washed away soft yet sweet bitter kisses left on your lips. A cutting tongue that was sharper then any knife that would graze your skin. Do u remain just friends  or let go of whatever lil actuality could have been consieved there. It would have been better to be given a chance  and find out it didnt then not one at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             I'm completly content at this moment with where I am. On a lighter note though I got accepted to KSU. HOW SPECTACULAR IS THAT! MAMA IMMA GENIOUS! lol.&lt;br /&gt;smoochiepoos gotta get my tush there and see whats up....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997739228056427943-1666283470640789939?l=oreoknowsbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oreoknowsbest.blogspot.com/feeds/1666283470640789939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997739228056427943&amp;postID=1666283470640789939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997739228056427943/posts/default/1666283470640789939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997739228056427943/posts/default/1666283470640789939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oreoknowsbest.blogspot.com/2007/10/been-there-tried-that.html' title='Been there Tried that'/><author><name>Gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11016388638933464900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tgI_HoTeZAg/Rxz3uZWRKYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pkXMCigD0OA/s72-c/nextdoor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997739228056427943.post-6783484806985894341</id><published>2007-06-01T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T21:13:07.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wowzers Its been Oh So long!</title><content type='html'>Shes back &amp; Ready to kick it into blogging overdrive... Summer is almost here. Let the drama begin. ROFL-oppters. Oh come on you know good darn well you know what I'm talking about. Theres a slew of people that play sl. I dont have to tell ya how hard it is to avoid summer drama. The h*es, golddiggers, nasties and what ever else you'll need some Noobaway as well. LOL. It has been sooo long since I been on blogger.com its rediculous. A while back I had Luckyb as my blog but I killed it when I started writing my book (which I gave up on that mess). All people want nowadays is sex and sex no culture no nothing just romance novels. Blah! This is going to be just SL for me. If ya dont know what SL is.... let me run it down for yas. If you love shopping...might be a thing for ya. If you love meeting new people... def for you. If you can handle a little bit of drama here and there once you get settled in... its good for you. SOooO...then do this&lt;br /&gt;1) go to &lt;a href="http://www.secondlife.com"&gt;www.secondlife.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) get a free account&lt;br /&gt;3) prepare for the longest week of your life (getting to know people is the key)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only ask if you can handle drama because no matter what you do... if real people are involved theres going to be drama damn it. Yup, I said it D-R-A-M-A. It can be avoided but sometimes it can't. Eh...whats a girl ta do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997739228056427943-6783484806985894341?l=oreoknowsbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oreoknowsbest.blogspot.com/feeds/6783484806985894341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997739228056427943&amp;postID=6783484806985894341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997739228056427943/posts/default/6783484806985894341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997739228056427943/posts/default/6783484806985894341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oreoknowsbest.blogspot.com/2007/06/wowzers-its-been-oh-so-long.html' title='Wowzers Its been Oh So long!'/><author><name>Gen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11016388638933464900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
