<?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-4532341633413417592</id><updated>2011-08-02T15:45:00.685-04:00</updated><category term='Henry'/><category term='Joshua'/><category term='snoopy'/><category term='Bittersweet'/><category term='movies'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='A Funny Moment'/><category term='american apparel'/><category term='boys'/><category term='films'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='nails'/><category term='the hangover'/><category term='jason derulo'/><category term='A Sad Day'/><category term='job'/><category term='sentence spicers'/><category term='Lady Gaga'/><category term='Drawing'/><category 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pumps'/><category term='meagan good'/><category term='life'/><category term='aaron nunez'/><category term='gold leggings'/><category term='britain got talent'/><category term='exit'/><category term='kanye west'/><category term='white people'/><category term='Fall'/><category term='late night'/><category term='david'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Bitter/Sweet Language</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>248</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-8266948370251698808</id><published>2010-10-22T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T16:04:01.082-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Gaga'/><title type='text'>Lady Gaga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lady-gaga.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Photo-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.lady-gaga.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Photo-11.jpg" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She gave the Paps Milk and Cookies :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;courtesy of lady-gaga.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/4532341633413417592-8266948370251698808?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/8266948370251698808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=8266948370251698808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/8266948370251698808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/8266948370251698808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2010/10/lady-gaga.html' title='Lady Gaga'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-7530732846608485397</id><published>2010-10-15T15:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T15:24:22.735-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rihanna'/><title type='text'>Rihanna Promo</title><content type='html'>Alas, I watch her new videos on mute because it looks better that way. I watch them again with sound and its not as lovely although I do like the song WHO'S THAT CHICK? I saw it a couple of weeks ago when it leaked but I thought it was better in conjunction with her official video ONLY GIRL IN THE WORLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tua97ewWrAY" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish she would dance or at least have a story line:/ Oh wells can't have everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONLY GIRL IN THE WORLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="269" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pa14VNsdSYM" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some scum feels like releasing more beat up pics of her from that famous grammy nite. Right now, at this point and time. Someone is up to something *side eye* Chris and Rih moved on so why bring back pain.....I still see them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-7530732846608485397?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/7530732846608485397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=7530732846608485397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/7530732846608485397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/7530732846608485397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2010/10/rihanna-promo.html' title='Rihanna Promo'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tua97ewWrAY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-5648053964312097856</id><published>2010-10-15T15:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T15:11:04.108-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='album'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bittersweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nicki minaj'/><title type='text'>Nicki's Pink Friday Album Cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h164/ybfchic/OCTOBER%202010/nicki_minaj_pink_friday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h164/ybfchic/OCTOBER%202010/nicki_minaj_pink_friday.jpg" width="320" /&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;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Honestly I wasn't even worried bout her legs....where's her arms? I know in that pose they're behind your back. I still wanted to see them. It would of made her legs look less creepy and more Nicki.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-5648053964312097856?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/5648053964312097856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=5648053964312097856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/5648053964312097856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/5648053964312097856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2010/10/nickis-pink-friday-album-cover.html' title='Nicki&apos;s Pink Friday Album Cover'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h164/ybfchic/OCTOBER%202010/th_nicki_minaj_pink_friday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-40404003299568946</id><published>2010-10-09T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T23:08:42.692-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jason derulo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Fuck You Jason Derulo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Umm Why? &amp;nbsp;There are so many reasons why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First time I heard you you took a sample from a beloved artist of mine and made it all shitty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rule 1: Don't sample a fucking song that still in the same decade as you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rule 2: If you don't care about rule number one, at least make the song hot, you feel me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now people will remember you instead of the woman who deserves the props&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Imogen Heap she's so weird in a nature androgynous way. She can make her own beats and sing so angelic, aww I listen to her last album Speak For Yourself....pure awesomeness. BTW the song is &lt;b&gt;Hide and Seek&lt;/b&gt; totally different vibe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ooo whatchu say, did your album just flop?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.billboard.com/photos/stylus/103009-jason_derulo2_617_409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://www.billboard.com/photos/stylus/103009-jason_derulo2_617_409.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jason Derulo you are gay. I'm not just saying that, its true. Plus your mini dot of hair under your lip (Which you clearly groomed it that way, which is suspect, just shave it all off? Why leave a dot left?) told me so. Stop trying to dance like Chris Brown because your rhythm is that of a black man hearing the music 2 seconds behind. Why couldn't you just be honest? Adam Lambert is bi and singing like a black woman/white man and I'm jammin' out because he's real unlike you which is why you get no play. If your the first in your category you are guaranteed to win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Justin Bieber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;- First teen sensation in our generation since Justin Timberlake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Nick Minaj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-First Female rapper since Missy Elliot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rihanna&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- First Pop Star that can dress (You know damn well I'm not commenting on her voice) since ????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you were the first openly gay black man that sings, you will get played for the simple fact that the gays will support you and your courage to not give a shit. I guess you would prefer the rumors and niggas concerned with what your doing behind close doors instead of just being real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You will not die if you say you're GAY because you're famous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/4532341633413417592-40404003299568946?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/40404003299568946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=40404003299568946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/40404003299568946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/40404003299568946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2010/10/fuck-you-jason-derulo.html' title='Fuck You Jason Derulo'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-4153734681066057149</id><published>2010-10-08T13:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T13:14:00.254-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american apparel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>American Apparel: Lace Raglan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.americanapparel.net/morephotos/rsas323/rsas323_07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.americanapparel.net/morephotos/rsas323/rsas323_07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Creme&amp;amp;Pink&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this not look like something you. must. have? There shouldn't be a question mark after that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;"have"&lt;/span&gt;! They come in some sexy colorways and its only 42$ You can wear it forward or backward. It's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.americanapparel.net/storefront/images/detail/serve.asp?media=rsas323_Navy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i.americanapparel.net/storefront/images/detail/serve.asp?media=rsas323_Navy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Navy&lt;/b&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/4532341633413417592-4153734681066057149?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/4153734681066057149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=4153734681066057149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/4153734681066057149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/4153734681066057149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2010/10/american-apparel-lace-raglan.html' title='American Apparel: Lace Raglan'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-3489835248958080136</id><published>2010-10-07T20:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T20:14:21.478-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='linkin PARK'/><title type='text'>A Thousand Suns</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Rjs08E-Ps7w" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; I love this band and forever will they really never disappoint me even when they're trying something new. The last album was something new and I can't wait to review it. I like to go through the whole album at once no matter how long...Outkast The Love Below/Speakerboxx enough said. Their lyrics are reminiscent of a certain book of the bible. Why don't we look back there its not scary. Well My grandma didn't really help with her awesome campfire scary story voice, with a hint of an island accent. It was over for me but you guys can only see the similarity if you actually read it. New Video for waiting to End is so near, SO NEAR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-3489835248958080136?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/3489835248958080136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=3489835248958080136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/3489835248958080136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/3489835248958080136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2010/10/thousand-suns.html' title='A Thousand Suns'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Rjs08E-Ps7w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-3266568409818682423</id><published>2010-10-07T14:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T14:09:20.061-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam'/><title type='text'>That's Vampy</title><content type='html'>Shit, its October. Ready for some updates. I recently celebrated my first anniversary with Adam AlottaBalls&lt;-- a spin on his last name. He got me flowers,there was a blue one and I was shocked cause I really don't ask for specifics and shit. When I saw that blue rose it was so pretty. I wish they really grew that way. I use to watch Blood Plus and this guy would give his lover blue roses. I got a new job, and my ass is training. So I won't be seeing a paycheck for awhile. I deleted my facebook because honestly I was never into it. I don't like people and they made a movie for it. Once there's a movie....I get turned off. Pet Peeve Major. Although I do want to watch the movie. I've been neglecting this blog for long enough. Time for some sweetness. We have a puppy named Cloud. Alright let's get to the revamping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-3266568409818682423?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/3266568409818682423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=3266568409818682423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/3266568409818682423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/3266568409818682423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2010/10/thats-vampy.html' title='That&apos;s Vampy'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-5641895534011422311</id><published>2010-04-09T14:38:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T21:24:57.765-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoshannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>A Song Lyric [Sweet]</title><content type='html'>Well this summery season ensued I felt like writing, I have a rapper for a boyfriend so sooner or later its going to rub off. So I'm songwriting now its a new thing for me and I love this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Just Amazing &lt;br /&gt;Galantic and enticing&lt;br /&gt;I feel like cake and Life is just icing&lt;br /&gt;So I blow out my candles but the fire is still on&lt;br /&gt;Its okay I got my shades on &lt;br /&gt;So turn off the drama and put the high beams on&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep dancing til there's no more song&lt;br /&gt;and the 808 is gone, the only beat left is the beat of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is on Caps Lock.&lt;br /&gt;So turn up the bass and treble&lt;br /&gt;Let's waste this place and apologize later&lt;br /&gt;Press the escape key and whine with me&lt;br /&gt;Enter a new galaxy &lt;br /&gt;I'm doing whatever is sweeter &lt;br /&gt;I only live once so let's live for the fun.&lt;br /&gt;So bang bang on the dancefloor&lt;br /&gt;No competition to run&lt;br /&gt;Its a stick up like guns&lt;br /&gt;cause I'm number one&lt;br /&gt;No time for the timid &lt;br /&gt;the sky is never the limit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Just Amazing &lt;br /&gt;Galantic and enticing&lt;br /&gt;I feel like cake and Life is just icing&lt;br /&gt;So I blow out my candles but the fire is still on&lt;br /&gt;Its okay I got my shades on &lt;br /&gt;So turn off the drama and put the high beams on&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep dancing til there's no more song&lt;br /&gt;and the 808 is gone, the only beat left is the beat of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do what I want and whatever I want I do &lt;br /&gt;Missunderstood but you wish you could do it too&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be blamed for wanting to go insane&lt;br /&gt;but I cant do the mundane so I put up my bets &lt;br /&gt;Cause I got the Amazing &lt;br /&gt;clock it and give me the test.&lt;br /&gt;Let's keep dancing&lt;br /&gt;These intergalatic tactics have got me feeling frantic&lt;br /&gt;Across the globe North East South and West&lt;br /&gt;So pass it to the left and raise your glassess&lt;br /&gt;Everything is like first class sex, tantric&lt;br /&gt;And iTS jUST aMAZING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys find me exciting &lt;br /&gt;Girls fill up on jealousy&lt;br /&gt;I'm the life of life's party&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wishes it was me&lt;br /&gt;The competition is lacking I was grazing&lt;br /&gt;ahead and up I keep going&lt;br /&gt;showing off to my heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;and this beat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Just Amazing &lt;br /&gt;Galantic and enticing&lt;br /&gt;I feel like cake and Life is just icing&lt;br /&gt;So I blow out my candles but the fire is still on&lt;br /&gt;Its okay I got my shades on &lt;br /&gt;So turn off the drama and put the high beams on&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep dancing til there's no one left&lt;br /&gt;and the 808 is gone, the only beat left is the beat of this song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-5641895534011422311?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/5641895534011422311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=5641895534011422311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/5641895534011422311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/5641895534011422311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2010/04/song-lyric-sweet.html' title='A Song Lyric [Sweet]'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-2583014034293976988</id><published>2010-04-08T03:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T03:46:29.225-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bittersweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nicki minaj'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rihanna'/><title type='text'>Its 3 in the morning</title><content type='html'>and I'm in Joshua Arroyo's house with Adam and Josh watching Rocket Power and munching on snacks and all assorted candies. I thought to myself this might be a good fucking time for a post and voila! I have no idea what to talk about so I ll keep typing until something comes and what not. Rihanna goes on tour with kesha with an &lt;strong&gt;$&lt;/strong&gt; and not an &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt; but that some dumb fuckhead shit and Nicki Minaj. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. she's not Nicki has dropped out to work on her album, while I was excited, I'm not anymore cause I mildly like kesha and I only like to look at rihanna not hear her. So poop. Rihanna is a smart business person, but alas she has to get another girl or something. Good for Nicki cause I saw her new video and .....idk It was shot well but why have Amber Rose in a video and she's just in a car. It's a hot car but come on. I saw the pictures before the video came out and got mad excited and was dissapointed by the editing. Were there some clips I missed? WTF I saw those creepy jungle contortionist dudes more than I saw anything else. Don't get me started on the song itself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really sean garrett?&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone noticed that he really has no pull.&lt;br /&gt;He kinds of fuck up the song by making it whack.&lt;br /&gt;Massive Attack, the hook was less than massive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Better People. Why should people even care about what I have to say? It's the truth you just didn't know it.Can someone please give me a record deal cause I can do much better. Much Better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alritey then,&lt;br /&gt;Night Lovers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-2583014034293976988?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/2583014034293976988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=2583014034293976988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/2583014034293976988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/2583014034293976988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-3-in-morning.html' title='Its 3 in the morning'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-1373315033859746117</id><published>2010-04-06T03:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T03:52:00.850-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paper tongues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Paper Tongues [Sweet]</title><content type='html'>I like this song a lot. like a lot a lot. The lead singer is feeling his shit, which makes you feel like "yeah, fuck yeah I would go to California, I like this song"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BCzFYU17Soo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&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/BCzFYU17Soo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blast it. People blast it. It sounds better that way. Rock Music needs some decibels so turn the little knobby thing. Knobby. I like that word it sounds weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its simple and delicious. 2010 is going to br a good year of music. I can not take anymore bootydoo and new york is plundering rite about now musically. I mean come on, be honest it's been some time since we had a star and not a celebrity. Fat Joe, no one asked you to represent the Bronx. I like you take no offense, but you slipping you went to the south and try to make it "poppin" there. It failed. You're dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were they lying in that song?&lt;br /&gt;....If I can make it there I'll make it anywhere.... umm down south down south??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...A small late nite rant. Back to the subject yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like their name Paper Tongues, sounds all dry and unmoist. Reminds me of cottonmouth when toking and smoking....ahaha you get it? okay very good moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jus play it over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-1373315033859746117?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/1373315033859746117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=1373315033859746117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/1373315033859746117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/1373315033859746117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2010/04/paper-tongues-sweet.html' title='Paper Tongues [Sweet]'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-3328179056888267927</id><published>2010-03-31T12:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T12:43:44.265-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Where the f#$* have you been?</title><content type='html'>Well, Let's see, nowhere much, my computer is still kaputz and is it bourgeoise to only wanna write my blog on my own mac? Yes I know you guys missed me and all my wordy scramble sexy sentences but alas I must stay faithful. Hold on prolly by the end of april I'll be back on my grind. I did my mom's taxes and it came out better than whoever did it last year. The thing is, she didn't work as much and I got her more back. I'm a genius and all that good shit. I can't do it professionally cause I never filed a tax return for myself. gasp!!!! Well next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been coming up with a self employment type of thing. I'm too talented to be folding clothes and watching fatasses mess it up in front of me. smh. I made some custom sunglasses and they came out awesome as shit. So its time for the grind. Stay dedicated and keep following me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch ILL be back *shakes fist*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-3328179056888267927?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/3328179056888267927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=3328179056888267927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/3328179056888267927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/3328179056888267927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2010/03/where-f-have-you-been.html' title='Where the f#$* have you been?'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-2292046365938822469</id><published>2010-02-09T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T14:58:00.872-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makeup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Pinky. [Sweet]</title><content type='html'>Here's one of my favorite YouTubers. It's &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;JennisseMakeup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  She's awesome with eyeshadow tutorials and she always gives me some new ideas for my makeup. Check Her and she does eyelashes, I did eyelashes for my birthday by myself and her tutorial. It came out pretty good:)&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aWRvS2bfzC0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aWRvS2bfzC0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-2292046365938822469?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/2292046365938822469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=2292046365938822469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/2292046365938822469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/2292046365938822469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2010/02/pinky-sweet.html' title='Pinky. [Sweet]'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-8754496272869797160</id><published>2010-02-08T16:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T16:58:11.738-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Nippies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.dailyradar.com/media/uploads/showhype/story_large/2009/07/07/rihanna_stars_on_the_nipples__crop_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 466px;" src="http://images.dailyradar.com/media/uploads/showhype/story_large/2009/07/07/rihanna_stars_on_the_nipples__crop_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stltoday.com/blogzone/debs-style-file/files/2009/07/rihanna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 457px; height: 640px;" src="http://www.stltoday.com/blogzone/debs-style-file/files/2009/07/rihanna.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, Spring is just round the corner and nothing says it warm outside by getting some nippies and hitting the club. These pasties are reusable and super cute. Here's some pictures of Rihanna rocking them for her new &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;RUDE BOY&lt;/span&gt; video. It's sad thats she is the only one taking necessary risks.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They sell them at &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://bristols6.com/"&gt;bristols6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I suggest you buy them before the fad starts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-8754496272869797160?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/8754496272869797160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=8754496272869797160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/8754496272869797160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/8754496272869797160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2010/02/nippies.html' title='Nippies'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-2441613551522779818</id><published>2010-02-02T19:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T20:19:05.911-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evil'/><title type='text'>Fuck Money.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welp. Money got in the way of people's dream more than it helps. Anything you want to pursue you can't because money stops you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you wanted to do something and can't because you didn't have enough money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been denied countless amounts of things because you didn't have the enough of it, you were punished cause you have no experience with it or had a bad experience with it aka that bad ass credit score?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mhhhmmmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you spend the rest of your life trying to catch up because you already started your adulthood  like 200 feet behind the start line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one should be debating whether to pursue their dreams or get a career to pay the bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or making a hard decision for health insurance or you have none at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really going to let money control your future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, what has money done for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did nothing for me, but cause unnecessary problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It breaks relationships, friendships, family up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes arguments and chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to pay for bud that grows for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in nature.&lt;br /&gt;I have to pay for the Bronx ZOO for fucking animals I would of seen.&lt;br /&gt;Pay to better myself.&lt;br /&gt;Pay for my health.&lt;br /&gt;Pay for my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Haven't you noticed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fuck that man. At the end of the day. Half of it doesn't mean shit. Money is based on gold and we don't have enough for all that green paper out there. So money is really worth nothing so throw it up like rice. It'll come back it always does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4532341633413417592-2441613551522779818?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/2441613551522779818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=2441613551522779818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/2441613551522779818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/2441613551522779818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2010/02/fuck-money.html' title='Fuck Money.'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-3665267141013674399</id><published>2010-01-14T12:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T10:45:19.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BlackJack: Click Click Puff</title><content type='html'>Hey I'm 21. Bishes kiss the ring. I have hit 21 and its a lucky number. We playing pool tonite and we gonna chill and breathe easy. No stress. No DRAMA! I'm residing in the Bronx for my birthday. I really don't feel like going to NYC. I don't have NYC money and friends can get together easily in the Bronx. If there's one thing I learned from my past birthdays is that people are lazy as hell and cold weather don't rock with my friends. I don't blame them, most of them are from the islands, so you know how that goes:) This is a blessed year and I'm a blessed young woman. I got my family that loves me unconditionally &lt;----that line was put to the test 2009 lol and they were faithful. I have my love, Adam and I made the right choice. He's the first person that cared bout my birthday and he wasn't blood.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had birthdays that past by and the only thing I accomplished was laundry. It's weird sometimes having someone that enjoys your birthday more than you. In the short 4.5 months that we were "officially" together. He's done so much and he hasn't even started lol, according to him.  I still have the keys he stole for me. When that fucked up car salesman fucked us over. I love my life and I'm done playing normal trying to do what everyone else is doing. I can't do that shit cause I'm smarter, faster, sexier, and blinder than the average bear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrite enough of the mushy shit, run that track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say Ahhh by Trey Songz is my birthday jam. yes niggles I know what it means and I choose not to care cause its a good song. Don't Front you knew damn well too and still rocked that ass to the beat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-3665267141013674399?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/3665267141013674399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=3665267141013674399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/3665267141013674399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/3665267141013674399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2010/01/blackjack-click-click-puff.html' title='BlackJack: Click Click Puff'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-3466017623857202438</id><published>2010-01-11T19:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T17:50:15.554-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><title type='text'>Scrunchies: A Short Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://46A95880-258D-414D-82BF-8D21DB4177D2/Scrunchies.jpg" alt="Scrunchies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She digged into her patent leather black buckle bag for her wallet containing her metrocard. The 6 train was approaching and her bag was about to make her late. She took a deep breath and focused and remembered she put her metrocard in the small pocket on the side of her bag. She quickly reached for it and click clacked towards the train. She barely made it but she was glad she did. She composed herself and walked towards the back. She took a seat by herself and took a deep breath out. She reorganized her bag and wiped the stray curly black hairs away from her soft brown round face. She took out her ipod. She put on her favorite playlist. She slowly  closed her eyes and drowned out the noise of the subway and the wandering eyes of morning pervs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Eva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She heard someone say her name and hoped It wasn't the person she thought it was. She couldn't stand her. She kept her eyes closed but the voice persisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Eva! Th voice approached and she started to cringe, her calm peaceful aura was interrupted. She felt someone pluck one of her headphones out. She opened her eyes. Eva wished she didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She saw someone dressed in light blue jeans and a red elmo shirt. She had a matching red belt and red feather earrings. She had red uptowns and black zip up. She had her blonde hair in a low ponytail. She had on a red scrunchie. A scrunchie. SCRUNCHIE. It was no ordinary scrunchie. It was thick and obvious and cherry bright red. It was a weird material for a scrunchie like velvet or suede. Did that make it better? Eva couldn't react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Eva, I've been trying to get your attention for the longest. You need to turn down your ipod, you're going to go deaf!" Lala expressed. She never said anything it was always dramatic and acted out. Eva knew this and despised it, also clothes wise she didn't know how to brand herself. This urked her more than ever. Since she loved fashion and Lala must of been a rogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yea...." Eva shakely murmured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Its cool that we met up I was wondering what you've been up to. I haven't seen you in like 7 months." Lala exclaimed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you know me [no, you don't], trying to keep busy working and stuff. Eva rolled through her ipod and casually looked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's cool, umm well let me get your number, We're having a party for Ashley this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one Ashley Rodriguez or Smith? Eva asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rodriguez, yea she's turning 21 and she's throwing a party. You can go with me! It'll be mad fun!" Lala giggled and her eyes were filled with glee. She looked like kids at christmas. Although Eva couldn't stand Lala she couldn't let her down. Eva always had a soft spot for requests, plus she haven't seen Ashley in a year. It wouldn't be that bad as long as Lala stayed out the way. Lala waited for Eva's answer. She waved back and forth on the train pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yea that should be fun, you going with other people?" she found that Jamiroquai song she loved and started playing it low. It quietly annoyed her. a red scrunchie. It couldn't be, she had to imagine it, no those things couldn't be back, why would she want it back?&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm going with my boyfriend James and my best friend Savanna. Lala announced&lt;br /&gt;Did James know that she was wearing this scrunchie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The traina rrived at 125th and Lala could finally sit next to Eva. Lala sat down and Eva couldn't turn away as she watched the scruchie sit down next to her. She never came so close. Eva felt tempted to feel it and then rip it out her hair....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be cont'd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4532341633413417592-3466017623857202438?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/3466017623857202438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=3466017623857202438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/3466017623857202438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/3466017623857202438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2010/01/scrunchies-short-story.html' title='Scrunchies: A Short Story'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-5264353658114364026</id><published>2010-01-11T19:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:22:27.270-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Off to a New Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/S0u-7clV-EI/AAAAAAAAAgE/HVy0lTVS7-0/s1600-h/KicK+FLiixX+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/S0u-7clV-EI/AAAAAAAAAgE/HVy0lTVS7-0/s320/KicK+FLiixX+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425640104592275522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               sexy with my eyes like Brock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/S0u-n3dXg3I/AAAAAAAAAf8/uuswHR7qsXw/s1600-h/KicK+FLiixX+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/S0u-n3dXg3I/AAAAAAAAAf8/uuswHR7qsXw/s320/KicK+FLiixX+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425639768209195890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             Leaning on Hubbster&lt;br /&gt;So my birthday is in 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be 21 and I'm chilling usually people get wild and crazy for their 21st but I'll save that for my 22nd lol. I wanna play pool and chill with people I enjoy. Have a game, Have a drink, Have a smoke and go to bed. The weekend I'll prolly go to the movies among other things. Oh BTW I do taxes. I'm certified too, So hit me up people. I'm trying to be an entrepreneur and do things for myself cause the economy don't like me. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly blessed to have true friends and a honest hubby and a loving family. I never wrote on here for Christmas and New Years but it was a good way to end 2009. I love my blogger family and YOU GOING TO SEE BIG THINGS HAPPEN THIS YEAR!!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-5264353658114364026?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/5264353658114364026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=5264353658114364026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/5264353658114364026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/5264353658114364026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2010/01/off-to-new-start.html' title='Off to a New Start'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/S0u-7clV-EI/AAAAAAAAAgE/HVy0lTVS7-0/s72-c/KicK+FLiixX+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-4307279694634409042</id><published>2009-12-22T19:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T21:33:21.294-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deep thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deeper meaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sumra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bittersweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sasha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epiphany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam'/><title type='text'>Renaissance:2009-2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SzGBShmiwnI/AAAAAAAAAf0/AtCOTS4yCgA/s1600-h/Future.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SzGBShmiwnI/AAAAAAAAAf0/AtCOTS4yCgA/s320/Future.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418253981961077362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;    2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was full of bullshit, growing pains and love. I spent the first half of my year going nowhere, just waiting, waiting for my opportunity and 2009 did not have it. By July I had lost all faith in people. I believed that people would let you down no matter what. Everyone nowadays just look out for themselves and fuck over the rest.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; My&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; relationship with Joshua was based off a lie and I didn't get the memo. I thought he was my rock but even he fell off the wayside. I was out of school and work. I felt like I had no real friends ( with the exception of a few) I felt this overwhelming pressure from everyone. I didn't know how to solve my problems. I tried what I thought was would work for me. It never worked out. I'm a faithful, caring, bitchy, selfless person and people stepped on me. I felt alone and hurt. I felt like I was wasting my life, like I was helping family and friends to reach their goals. My goals and my dreams were there but I couldn't reach them. At one point I just felt stuck, lost and confused. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I had reached the beginning of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;adult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;hood&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a fighter, I was trying to do what was right, I was doing what was best for a person like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was doing everything wrong. I was too concerned with what I'm suppose be at in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other people who were 20, I was watching wondering how come I'm not doing what they're doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How come I couldn't find a job? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How come I don't enjoy school?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why can't I make friends as easily as other people?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why do they stare?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why can't I move out my Mom's Home as yet?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I realized that I'm not everyone else. I'm never on the same level as other people. So why would I pressure myself and give myself such goals? I was trying to fit in and stand out at the same time. Everyone else was waiting too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were expecting and judging and I let them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I let them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm doing what's in my heart. Anything my &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; desires I do, relax its nothing too damaging or self inflicting. I'm paving my own path since no path is open for me as yet. Too many times I held back because I didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings. I didn't do what I wanted because it would be frowned upon. I did this and only locked down my heart desires, while people stepped on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm free from myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is coming up and I'm going to rock the shit out of this new year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is the beginning of my Revolution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is my Renaissance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;+plus I've always been a late bloomer :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-4307279694634409042?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/4307279694634409042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=4307279694634409042' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/4307279694634409042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/4307279694634409042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/12/renaissance2009-2010.html' title='Renaissance:2009-2010'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SzGBShmiwnI/AAAAAAAAAf0/AtCOTS4yCgA/s72-c/Future.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-8686675554635406365</id><published>2009-11-26T18:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T18:25:06.685-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Now's the time to sit down with family, to be thankful, to eat and laugh. Everyone is dressed up and showing they're best foot forward. People are dancing to music and drooling for their favorite dishes only Mom can make. We all bow our heads round the dinner table, the couches or wherever you celebrate. We thank and give our love to God and one another and we always miss out on saying thanks to....&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the pilgrims for bringing small pox to the Natives and almost killing them physically and then they killed them emotionally, spiritually and physically. Yea, Let's say thanks.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naw I'm just kidding folks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stuff your faces and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; "&gt; Do Natives celebrate Thanksgiving?&lt;/span&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/4532341633413417592-8686675554635406365?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/8686675554635406365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=8686675554635406365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/8686675554635406365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/8686675554635406365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-2568017595949490253</id><published>2009-11-22T18:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T18:22:27.023-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovey dovey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoshannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam'/><title type='text'>Choose Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SwnHAgtufzI/AAAAAAAAAfs/jI0MAwY50b8/s1600/1016091412b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SwnHAgtufzI/AAAAAAAAAfs/jI0MAwY50b8/s320/1016091412b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407071639230644018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;WTF sideways again, too lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While I was gone I fell in love. *le sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/4532341633413417592-2568017595949490253?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/2568017595949490253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=2568017595949490253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/2568017595949490253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/2568017595949490253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/11/choose-love.html' title='Choose Love'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SwnHAgtufzI/AAAAAAAAAfs/jI0MAwY50b8/s72-c/1016091412b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-3047255604758301890</id><published>2009-11-22T18:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T18:13:31.983-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epiphany'/><title type='text'>I'm Good[Sweet]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SwnFKN5jUCI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Mtk8pJzsi7k/s1600/1103091056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SwnFKN5jUCI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Mtk8pJzsi7k/s320/1103091056.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407069606955405346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Its sideways *shrugs, scratches butt*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey nigglets, Its been awhile, a long while and I know, I know, how weird of me not to post on some bullshit going on in my life. Honestly, there's been some serious shit going on in my life and God was testing my faith to the fullest. I really didn't feel like writing for the simple fact that I really didn't feel inspired by anything going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I was inspired and now I'm back on my grind being my shitty, funny, unapologetic self. I will slowly tell ya'll the nitty gritty when I'm comfortable but until then we'll act like the last two months I was posting my ass off lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let the Games Commence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p.s. FUCK you satan, that is all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-3047255604758301890?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/3047255604758301890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=3047255604758301890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/3047255604758301890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/3047255604758301890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-goodsweet.html' title='I&apos;m Good[Sweet]'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SwnFKN5jUCI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Mtk8pJzsi7k/s72-c/1103091056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-3229772776048634645</id><published>2009-11-02T23:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T23:23:49.198-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>I just called...</title><content type='html'>Hey It's November. I'll post some pictures of my endeavors while I left my blog abandoned. My Mac had other plans and the hard drive gave up. It just felt wrong to write on something else besides my baby. My sister got her macbook fixed so we good money in the mean time. Halloween wasn't spectacular but I had a laid back night. Umm I decided instead of a graphic designer I am going to be a tattoo artist. Nabisco *DING* &lt;div&gt;Alrite I'm going to bed I have school in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-3229772776048634645?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/3229772776048634645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=3229772776048634645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/3229772776048634645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/3229772776048634645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-just-called.html' title='I just called...'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-844039015371289595</id><published>2009-10-13T12:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T12:19:00.427-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Wanted: Jeremy Scott Spring 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.highsnobette.com/news/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/adidas-obyo-ss2010-jeremy-scott-teaser-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.highsnobette.com/news/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/adidas-obyo-ss2010-jeremy-scott-teaser-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am going to kidnap this man. This sneaker is glorious. Winter just got here :/. I would walk with my head down all the time with these sneakers on. Just so I can enjoy them with the public &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;via highsnobette&lt;/span&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/4532341633413417592-844039015371289595?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/844039015371289595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=844039015371289595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/844039015371289595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/844039015371289595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/10/wanted-jeremy-scott-spring-2010.html' title='Wanted: Jeremy Scott Spring 2010'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-1881649106961089059</id><published>2009-10-13T00:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T01:11:22.676-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STDs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet gangstas'/><title type='text'>Facebook Gangstas [Bitter]</title><content type='html'>Damn I wonder why these people exist, I mean honestly, They say to fight with words but this shit is ridiculous. Now we all have our facebook gangstas. People who feel updating their status with iffy subliminal shit is waaaayyy better than actually confronting the situation instead they act like a pussy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Lawd God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;No, You don't know. Why these parasites? Go away, your like an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;STD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; nobody wants you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;BURN!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; You need to calm down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I'm sick of this. Go do something. In fact all of you "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;STDs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;" go away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta inform the people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I know so you can protect yourselves from these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;STDs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look on the bright side your spreading the knowledge so people...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Can wear life condoms and enjoy safe success everytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOL.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Wait do we say &lt;b&gt;LOL &lt;/b&gt;in our minds too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IDK nigga, &lt;b&gt;we're&lt;/b&gt; only &lt;b&gt;ONE&lt;/b&gt; person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh you know what makes it worse when people comment knowing damn well what's up and reply with LOL and dumb simple shit, like "Yea" and "You're too much". I feel like the STD is forming around my profile closing in. Thankfully I have the delete button. I would be an asshole, if I just hack in you guys shit and deleted everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all saw what happened with Mariah Carey and Eminem. smh x9 I mean if you guys spent so much time trying to be vague and precise enough to make a status to raise eyebrows. Imagine what you can do if you put you guys mind to something positive! Read a Philosophy book, see a therapist, make some cookies, something.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"I tried to &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;ignore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; him and talk to the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Pray for him, cause some&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; fools&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just love to perform&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;You know the type loud as a motor bike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;But &lt;b&gt;wouldn't&lt;/b&gt; bust a grape in a fruit fight"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/etl9kkIGaHo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/etl9kkIGaHo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:verdana, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Once  Again, STOP the madness. Please its distasteful, send me a message if ya'll feel some sort of way. Let's kick it old school, and maybe ya'll can talk. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;FACE TO FACE&lt;/span&gt; *shrugs, flicks a booger*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;...I'm Jus' Sayin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;January 1st, just got bad LOL .....I think that's an FB status example of a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; bitch&lt;/span&gt; move. &lt;i&gt;tee hee.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4532341633413417592-1881649106961089059?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/1881649106961089059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=1881649106961089059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/1881649106961089059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/1881649106961089059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/10/facebook-ganstas-bitter.html' title='Facebook Gangstas [Bitter]'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-3491419180833748888</id><published>2009-10-06T14:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T14:24:55.181-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='webster hall'/><title type='text'>Kid Sister [Sweet]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://vox2.cdn.amiestreet.com/band-picture/Kid-Sister_x3h5GOkYS98x_full.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 581px;" src="http://vox2.cdn.amiestreet.com/band-picture/Kid-Sister_x3h5GOkYS98x_full.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;Webster Hall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;November 27th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sister.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Be There.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nails Did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Done.&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/4532341633413417592-3491419180833748888?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/3491419180833748888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=3491419180833748888' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/3491419180833748888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/3491419180833748888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/10/kid-sister-sweet.html' title='Kid Sister [Sweet]'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-4642325582223354835</id><published>2009-10-05T20:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T13:58:53.377-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bittersweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rihanna'/><title type='text'>Miscommunication.Wash. Repeat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Saturday Night was a turning point for me and I'm excited to see where this adventure will take me. I don't wanna jink things just yet.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly thought Adam was a controlling man and I wasn't waiting for the abusive parts. I figured out why he was acting funny and the sudden switch to his persona. He had feelings. Boys. I swear to GOD they make everything more complicated than it is. You're acting like a jackass because you figured out you really like me, maybe even love me. Pure stupidity, but then again when have I acted normal when smitten with someone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday nite we were suppose to go out. I got caught up, I still wanted to meet him but I didn't know If I would make it. He got scared and thought something had happened to me. He then proceeded to call up his goons and Lawdhavemercy. It wasn't helping that I wasn't picking up the phone and hanging up on him. Then my phone picked up and he heard a man he never heard before and then he really got paranoid. I really thought his recent behaviour was signs of an abusive man. I really wasn't ready for a Chris "takeyoudown" Brown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Le sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i368.photobucket.com/albums/oo126/theybf/OCT%2009/9b669a48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i368.photobucket.com/albums/oo126/theybf/OCT%2009/9b669a48.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 807px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moving on, I would like to make a public announcement. Rihanna is the only thing I look to forward to. Can we step out the box fashion wise? This is for all the upcoming celebrities and current ones I'm looking at. Please you have money and no real responsibility. They have all this cool shit designers are designing for people unike me (people with money and fame) and ya'll are opting to wear jeans and a tshirt &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;EVERYDAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Get interesting. If I wanted to look at pretty long hair bitches with sparkly dresses in my sight all the time I would go to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Barbie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; aisle in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;TOY R US&lt;/span&gt;. Thank you That is all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-4642325582223354835?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/4642325582223354835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=4642325582223354835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/4642325582223354835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/4642325582223354835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/10/miscommunicationwash-repeat.html' title='Miscommunication.Wash. Repeat.'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i368.photobucket.com/albums/oo126/theybf/OCT%2009/th_9b669a48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-2848042666257537102</id><published>2009-10-01T13:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T11:41:16.139-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='megan fox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it factor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Megan So Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shoppingblog.com/pics/megan_fox_rolling_stone_oct09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 423px; height: 571px;" src="http://www.shoppingblog.com/pics/megan_fox_rolling_stone_oct09.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite leotard has grace Megan's body and the cover of Rolling Stone maybe then people will stop staring when I wear this....I doubt it lol. I did another post on this AA[american apparel] Bodysuit way back &lt;a href="http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-it-sweet.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-2848042666257537102?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/2848042666257537102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=2848042666257537102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/2848042666257537102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/2848042666257537102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/10/megan-so-good.html' title='Megan So Good'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-7011901178248766841</id><published>2009-09-25T11:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T11:20:00.385-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>Tee Hee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Srw3SCzYFrI/AAAAAAAAAfU/2gWelbd_v3c/s1600-h/3831082518_9c9baf3a6a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Srw3SCzYFrI/AAAAAAAAAfU/2gWelbd_v3c/s400/3831082518_9c9baf3a6a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385240037557802674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I like someone a lot. Its strange how things change...&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-7011901178248766841?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/7011901178248766841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=7011901178248766841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/7011901178248766841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/7011901178248766841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/09/tee-hee.html' title='Tee Hee'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Srw3SCzYFrI/AAAAAAAAAfU/2gWelbd_v3c/s72-c/3831082518_9c9baf3a6a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-1119232014848889678</id><published>2009-09-24T22:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T23:20:16.900-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deep thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bittersweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange'/><title type='text'>"J" [Bitter/Sweet]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Srw236ERd0I/AAAAAAAAAfM/yHtAQe-_8EE/s1600-h/Photo+1259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Srw236ERd0I/AAAAAAAAAfM/yHtAQe-_8EE/s400/Photo+1259.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385239588536153922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, I came to get the mail and I got a personal letter. I was excited, I never really got a letter old school style. I found it funny it had no return address. I feverishly opened to see what was inside. It was a newspaper clipping and a post-it attached to it. The post-it said &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shoshannah call now!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was an article for a car sale. Not any car sale but a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;99$&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dollar one. I was like "Bullshit". Really?! Cars for &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;99 dollars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;? I have shoes that cost more than that. It was going to happen this saturday and registration was thursday. After I read the article, mind you I'm still in my small ass lobby frozen by the staircase, I went upstairs told my mom and she examined the envelope. She said it never went to the post office someone dropped it in the mailbox. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt like I was playing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blue's Clues&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Its a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt; J&lt;/span&gt; name &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Person knew where I live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Person knew I was thinking bout getting a car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The third clue is tricky cause I really didn't let people know I wanted a car, I don't even have my license.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I texted all my&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt; J&lt;/span&gt; friends no results&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I came to the conclusion that on sunday morning &lt;b&gt;Jesus&lt;/b&gt; was reading the New Rochelle newspaper, enjoying his bread and butter with honey vanilla chamomile tea and came across this article. He remembered one of my prayers and clipped it out. He took a post-it from his desk, made a quick note and mailed it out. &lt;b&gt;Jesus&lt;/b&gt; knew I was having a rough time he sent it out express Godmail also known as Gmail. There's no return address cause of that. Plus it was a regular handwriting he didn't want to give it all away. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I can get a car, but just like my life, dumb little bullshit things always prevent me from my destination. I need a license to register and I need some money smh. I can get my sister's godfather to do that. Now I had a plan for the money but thats another post. Ill find a way by saturday. This opportunity doesn't come often. I'm not letting it slip away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoever&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt; J&lt;/span&gt; is ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Thank You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-1119232014848889678?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/1119232014848889678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=1119232014848889678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/1119232014848889678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/1119232014848889678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/09/j-bittersweet.html' title='&quot;J&quot; [Bitter/Sweet]'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Srw236ERd0I/AAAAAAAAAfM/yHtAQe-_8EE/s72-c/Photo+1259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-8865040544384083226</id><published>2009-09-23T13:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T13:12:02.160-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuny'/><title type='text'>My First Photoshop Exercise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SrpWd-wWosI/AAAAAAAAAfE/diaAesXLNO8/s1600-h/VICTORIA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SrpWd-wWosI/AAAAAAAAAfE/diaAesXLNO8/s400/VICTORIA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384711377536852674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SrpV8nGhnqI/AAAAAAAAAe8/KMlacEyFPx0/s1600-h/VICTORIA.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My first exercise from class it was yellow. but somewhere when i saved it it turned blue idk. Whatevs. I'm learning slowly but surely lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-8865040544384083226?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/8865040544384083226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=8865040544384083226' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/8865040544384083226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/8865040544384083226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-first-photoshop-exercise.html' title='My First Photoshop Exercise'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SrpWd-wWosI/AAAAAAAAAfE/diaAesXLNO8/s72-c/VICTORIA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-759088506207922696</id><published>2009-09-22T00:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T00:21:49.540-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why'/><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>I need a favor to ask. Any of you guys know of a good studio?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-759088506207922696?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/759088506207922696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=759088506207922696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/759088506207922696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/759088506207922696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-10877616353251184</id><published>2009-09-19T11:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T11:28:36.798-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Driving Down The Block</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZsYL6MGqDss&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZsYL6MGqDss&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is my jam of the moment. Enjoy it's Saturday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-10877616353251184?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/10877616353251184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=10877616353251184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/10877616353251184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/10877616353251184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/09/driving-down-block.html' title='Driving Down The Block'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-5390124228087318836</id><published>2009-09-17T00:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:49:26.464-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nyc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sasha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoshannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam'/><title type='text'>Pinkberry Stoop Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SrG-qAwcBTI/AAAAAAAAAe0/zDb1zXgjPyw/s1600-h/0916091545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SrG-qAwcBTI/AAAAAAAAAe0/zDb1zXgjPyw/s400/0916091545.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382292658651399474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SrG8w1H1teI/AAAAAAAAAes/5sRHEHzniO8/s1600-h/0916091546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SrG8w1H1teI/AAAAAAAAAes/5sRHEHzniO8/s400/0916091546.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382290576764155362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;David and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Today was a good day. We chilled in Soho/Union Square/Greenwich Village.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Sasha, David, Adam and I. It was just a regular shoot the shit day. I came up with some good marketing ideas and strategies. &lt;/span&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/4532341633413417592-5390124228087318836?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/5390124228087318836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=5390124228087318836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/5390124228087318836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/5390124228087318836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/09/pinkberry-stoop-kids.html' title='Pinkberry Stoop Kids'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SrG-qAwcBTI/AAAAAAAAAe0/zDb1zXgjPyw/s72-c/0916091545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-2858670349348929081</id><published>2009-09-16T01:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T01:38:17.912-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam'/><title type='text'>Tuesday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; Tuesday's Highlights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Blah a speedy race to class with misty sweat all over my body. I'm hot and bothered but I made it on time. I pick a seat and breathe outwards blowing my hair. I put my bag on my thighs and pulled out my notebook, the printout and dig furiously for a pen. I relax and tense up again as I realized that my phone volume is still up. MY god what if people hear my ringtone in the middle of class, when there's an awkward silence passing&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Katt Williams' voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;b&gt;It might be bugs on the rest of you mugs, but aint no bugs on me ha ha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;10 minutes pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;15 minutes pass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;.......   .....    ....  . .... ........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;......WTF are you serious?! Did I become moist and sweaty for no damn reason. Did I get up early for a stupid class and I could of been sleeping soundly in my bed? Fuck you CUNY Lehman! I went to your school cause I needed to go to school. Hunter I love you very dearly and I will be with you shortly, just give it time okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*My outfit made me proud today. I have never had so many eyeballs on me. Some old west indian lady "She said I had too much meat out" I proceeded to begin to curse this lady out. She kept saying the same thing and finally said "You got meat and thats a good thing, you look great" I thank her and we exchanged hugs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Adam and I discovered that his Cousin's dog is blind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I have never walked so much in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Saw Drop it Low video....SMH Chris Brown looks good and he was dancing like a bojangles trying to get his fans back. Dance, shake it out, Dance the Rihanna beatdown out of our memories. I'm sorry I was thinking rude thoughts I feel ashamed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHY HE SO SEXY?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-2858670349348929081?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/2858670349348929081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=2858670349348929081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/2858670349348929081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/2858670349348929081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/09/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday.'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-4358040600633220034</id><published>2009-09-14T14:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T14:47:00.038-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie trailers'/><title type='text'>Movie Trailers: Sherlock Holmes</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DdO1YpVSTWs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DdO1YpVSTWs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a crush on Robert Downey. I like older men anyway.....&lt;div&gt;This is gonna be good. I love Christmas Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-4358040600633220034?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/4358040600633220034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=4358040600633220034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/4358040600633220034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/4358040600633220034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/09/movie-trailers-sherlock-holmes.html' title='Movie Trailers: Sherlock Holmes'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-1545486713679486771</id><published>2009-09-13T17:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T11:09:15.064-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodass party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Funny Moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Friday. [Sweet]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a Birthday Party on Friday nite with Franchesca and Britney. It was a good night. There was some old black guy having the time if his life at the party too. No one knew how he got there but he did lol. He looked like something from the boondocks prolly that blind guy but way nicer.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.monstersandcritics.com/image.php?file=/downloads/downloads/articles/1397724/article_images/boondocks.jpg&amp;amp;height=167"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monstersandcritics.com/image.php?file=/downloads/downloads/articles/1397724/article_images/boondocks.jpg&amp;amp;height=167" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 167px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hair white and afro'd out. He was wearing a orange shirt and blue jeans. He was so wrong, he was right. People were dancing, I was getting ready and I was looking forward to the nite. I was looking good, smelling good and looking forward to be single to gawk and stare and grope and visually rape with my eyes. I felt like my eyes were getting fed. It was a good looking crowd and I was feeling myself. I was a panther on the prowl. Dancing is my favorite sport. My God bitch I'm good at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Shoshannah is dancing throw a spotlight on that. Light man swings spotlight. Camera zooms on her donk and they all watched in amazment as she ticked and tocked and swirl those hips. She throws on a growl and swings up from her lion mane and says silently &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Can You Handle This?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Sq5azA-FSNI/AAAAAAAAAec/iEDPOSG4wsw/s1600-h/Photo+1255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Sq5azA-FSNI/AAAAAAAAAec/iEDPOSG4wsw/s400/Photo+1255.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381338437234542802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;^ There's my lion mane oh yes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was a skateboarder we smoke with. He was from Maine and he's living in Brooklyn. He took to the challenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I will take the challenge and I will tame her too."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started to dance. I thought he was cute, so I gave him a combo move. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;BBB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, then followed by &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and then I gave him a &lt;b&gt;XY&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. The music was fire *I was Anita Bakering [Giving him the best that I've got] him. He was handling it and actually doing it to his own rhythm. Which is a talent in itself. Some dude came up to us and told me to break his shit. LMAO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The song finished and I gave him a handclap, not many can handle my caboose. He did a little touchdown dance. I enjoyed myself. People bought drinks I didnt pay for shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like everything in life you can't go too long without a little fuckery. Throughout the nite, I was harassed by some dude in a military cap. I hate those fucking hats. I was dancing and he asked if I wanted a drink. I said "No, but Thank You" He tried dancing with me. I politely danced away from him. He kept insisting that he buys me a drink and we talk. No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was harassing me to the point where Ricardo, the birthday boy had to talk to him. Even after that he was still thirsty. He was trying to grab my hand and whisk me away somewhere. Ugh, Nigga do I look like H2O? We finished the nite with Nathan's and a train ride home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....I need a camera. I'm missing out on way too many memories. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-1545486713679486771?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/1545486713679486771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=1545486713679486771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/1545486713679486771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/1545486713679486771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-sweet.html' title='Friday. [Sweet]'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Sq5azA-FSNI/AAAAAAAAAec/iEDPOSG4wsw/s72-c/Photo+1255.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-947758597550308860</id><published>2009-09-09T09:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T09:10:21.263-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Pixie Market: Dorothy Remix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pixiemarket.com/store/bmz_cache/a/ad81aadb436b95dcd5a925ab610b48e7.image.330x426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 426px;" src="http://www.pixiemarket.com/store/bmz_cache/a/ad81aadb436b95dcd5a925ab610b48e7.image.330x426.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pixiemarket.com/store/redbucklebeatboot-p-1195.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;BUY NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Wouldn't mind clicking these together. It won't take me home but it'll take me somewhere wonderful&lt;/span&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/4532341633413417592-947758597550308860?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/947758597550308860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=947758597550308860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/947758597550308860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/947758597550308860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/09/pixie-market-dorothy-remix.html' title='Pixie Market: Dorothy Remix'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-6476502794628913063</id><published>2009-09-08T14:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T14:26:43.455-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aaron nunez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoshannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam'/><title type='text'>Lust for Life. [Bitter/Sweet]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SqaefxEurSI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Uyst8AOSoYE/s1600-h/3873019417_78de9f6f41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SqaefxEurSI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Uyst8AOSoYE/s400/3873019417_78de9f6f41.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379161073526943010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I gotta certain lust for life....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Sqadx74I9aI/AAAAAAAAAeE/hsAumjU5fAw/s1600-h/3873014047_2d875d00b3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Sqadx74I9aI/AAAAAAAAAeE/hsAumjU5fAw/s400/3873014047_2d875d00b3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379160286152947106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SqadxT9fiII/AAAAAAAAAd8/QFRoi-1ae1g/s1600-h/3873006179_4da5b7ddae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SqadxT9fiII/AAAAAAAAAd8/QFRoi-1ae1g/s400/3873006179_4da5b7ddae.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379160275437979778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Sqadw_ZCG2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/0bsu65s20q8/s1600-h/3873015545_ef88a85da0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Sqadw_ZCG2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/0bsu65s20q8/s400/3873015545_ef88a85da0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379160269916347234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', fantasy;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SqadwiYhgqI/AAAAAAAAAds/FBBCRhrY7Yw/s400/3873008279_0fb4ebf04f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379160262129582754" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SqadwWPzOlI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1wPL0D37SLQ/s1600-h/3873021987_2029b7d53d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SqadwWPzOlI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1wPL0D37SLQ/s400/3873021987_2029b7d53d.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379160258871769682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SqadSvBMqRI/AAAAAAAAAdc/zdAEt0AcU3k/s1600-h/3873007969_367fdc8cdd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SqadSvBMqRI/AAAAAAAAAdc/zdAEt0AcU3k/s400/3873007969_367fdc8cdd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379159750125332754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...They tryin' to shoot down my flight, before it lands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SqadSf6zsWI/AAAAAAAAAdU/SWn8nEw_L-g/s1600-h/3873795570_d90b81313d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SqadSf6zsWI/AAAAAAAAAdU/SWn8nEw_L-g/s400/3873795570_d90b81313d.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379159746071998818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SqadRxtodTI/AAAAAAAAAdM/j_5HSoKm5_c/s1600-h/3873803508_648721aa3f.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SqadRxtodTI/AAAAAAAAAdM/j_5HSoKm5_c/s1600-h/3873803508_648721aa3f.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SqadRxtodTI/AAAAAAAAAdM/j_5HSoKm5_c/s1600-h/3873803508_648721aa3f.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms', -webkit-fantasy; font-size: large; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;"I would like to believe that I'm the shit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SqadRxtodTI/AAAAAAAAAdM/j_5HSoKm5_c/s400/3873803508_648721aa3f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379159733668705586" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SqadRh-9DPI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Vpfa6-v8hA0/s1600-h/3873805756_d98e9b43e7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SqadRh-9DPI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Vpfa6-v8hA0/s400/3873805756_d98e9b43e7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379159729446391026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SqadRTTh7jI/AAAAAAAAAc8/oxO6UYOS834/s1600-h/3873806006_f4faeb7b98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SqadRTTh7jI/AAAAAAAAAc8/oxO6UYOS834/s400/3873806006_f4faeb7b98.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379159725506162226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's not that hard, cause I am ;)" -Bang/Bang&lt;/span&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/4532341633413417592-6476502794628913063?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/6476502794628913063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=6476502794628913063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/6476502794628913063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/6476502794628913063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/09/lust-for-life-bittersweet.html' title='Lust for Life. [Bitter/Sweet]'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SqaefxEurSI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Uyst8AOSoYE/s72-c/3873019417_78de9f6f41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-1757219096616249710</id><published>2009-09-04T08:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:42:30.729-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deep thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deeper meaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bittersweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Sad Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam'/><title type='text'>Adam.</title><content type='html'>Finally Bish. I was wondering who the hell is Adam? LOL&lt;div&gt;Well Let's start at the beginning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wavy ass lines, more wavy ass lines, Wavy lines getting straighter to a flashback.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adam was a cool dude. He was Funny. He was apart of discipleship. The same class Josh and I were taking among other friends. I always saw him and he always saw me. We didn't talk. Our circles meshed and this dude was super funny. I can't resist not having a funny friend. Can You? I officially spoke to him at a party last winter. He was posted up against a wall underneath a black light and I saw him not dancing and I can't have it. So I approached him and asked him to dance with him. He wouldn't, I dance on him &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;We smoked together that night.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's amazing how things unfold by such a little moment in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around March I asked him for his number, I wasn't cheating. Josh was right there. I was really looking for a guy friend because I never really had one because they always liked me more than a friend. no bish I'm not conceited theses are facts. So Anygay. We hung out with his friends and it was fun I felt like I finally had a &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;niche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;clique&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;posse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;squad&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;friend family&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Britney Meltdown....aight stand by, Do we have the clippers? Ok,We're on in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adam was dropping bombs or he would like to call hints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought he was a liar. A typical guy move, just corrupting his competition to get to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out through him.&lt;a href="http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/07/he-cheated-bittersweet.html#comments"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/07/he-cheated-bittersweet.html#comments"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;if you dont know click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Honestly&lt;/i&gt; I was using him to get to the truth. I knew something was up. Josh was acting weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was gonna move on. Call our friendship and tell him I no longer would like to subscribe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was going to quietly exit the scene. He wouldn't let me go. I would find a way and he would find a way. He won me over. He was the only one who tried to comfort me. Who actually knew what was going on in the clutter old cat lady that I called my brain. Adam played his cards right. I'm not oblivious to how men think. Something wouldn't let me shake him off completely. Something genuine, He was something like me. It was weird. I shared my shame with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-size:x-large;"&gt;I cried in front of him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; He made me realize that I'm more than a woman. IDK how to explain. He made me realize my power and how I was lowering the settings so as to not to make people jealous, or angry, or just feel some type of way. For some reason people hate people who enjoy life lol. Worrying should I turn my shine down for the sake of others? He's my Nigga. I'm his Nigga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;We have so much in common and nothing in common.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yes he's fucked up for opening his mouth...but let's be honest. Josh was &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; going to tell me. Adam liked me, and knew the truth. Plus I was Sherlock Holmes on his ass. Umm Like Duh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Thank You Adam for making me laugh and walking me through this time in my life....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sidenote:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;I lost the iPod Josh got me for Christmas around March. I never lose anything. Here's my mom's advice, anything that breaks, gets lost, or etc. If it was a present from a loved one. Shit will ensue...always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/4532341633413417592-1757219096616249710?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/1757219096616249710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=1757219096616249710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/1757219096616249710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/1757219096616249710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/09/adam.html' title='Adam.'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-7530551231198691424</id><published>2009-08-31T17:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T01:39:53.278-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Fall Findings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.americanapparel.net/morephotos/rsals302/RSALS302_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 305px;" src="http://www.americanapparel.net/morephotos/rsals302/RSALS302_02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at this. *Gasps* Imagine my skintone underneath this lovely bodysuit. I would wear it without a bra. Just some pasties, black Xs. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Voila! Make My Christian Grandma Proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.americanapparel.net/storefront/images/detail/serve.asp?media=rsals302_FuchsiaFloral.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/4532341633413417592-7530551231198691424?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/7530551231198691424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=7530551231198691424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/7530551231198691424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/7530551231198691424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/08/fall-findings.html' title='Fall Findings'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-8283780146975082884</id><published>2009-08-31T12:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T12:44:00.420-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nyc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoshannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emily'/><title type='text'>Sneak Peak.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2658/3873799376_711f1aab20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2658/3873799376_711f1aab20.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp I did another photoshoot on sunday. My Farewell to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;August 2009&lt;/span&gt; you will be missed LOL. It was a fun day. We went to Fulton, shot in some alley thingy, lost Adam for like 40 minutes. We went to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Wendy's&lt;/span&gt; and had a frosty. For some reason I have to get a frosty when I'm downtown. Then we went to the seaport and had a spectacular view of the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brooklyn Bridge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the water. We just stayed right there and enjoyed the view. As soon as we entered I stopped cause it was really beautiful. We let Aaron take some pictures and we just talked and reminiscence. I felt like a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;New Yorker&lt;/span&gt; which is rare for a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;New Yorker&lt;/span&gt; LOL. We rolled a blunt, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;pinkberry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that is my favorite flavor. Aaron took us around the back alleys and we smoked. There was this guy briskly walking home and he shot past us. Then Adam started briskly walking/running too. It was a little race, it was so funn because he kept catching up to the guy. The guy is still walking/running and Adam is catching up and beats him and cuts him off when he turns the corner. *DEAD* I was watching the whole thing from afar and I couldn't breathe. Adam touched the camera and took some shots too. It was a nice relaxing day. I'm planning on going to the beach at night before it gets too cold. It would be OD fun. Ill upload the rest of the pics later. Also Ill do a critique of his work cause opinions matter to me. When I do a work of art I like people's opinions....well people that matter. Ill also recap on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Emily's 24 hour BBQ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-8283780146975082884?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/8283780146975082884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=8283780146975082884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/8283780146975082884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/8283780146975082884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/08/sneak-peak.html' title='Sneak Peak.'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2658/3873799376_711f1aab20_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-1833300950965760654</id><published>2009-08-28T09:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:55:31.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Day Has Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/Spaf5cnu8zI/AAAAAAAAJqU/2haYLDfvcEM/s400/idiot,+God+loves+me+anyway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/Spaf5cnu8zI/AAAAAAAAJqU/2haYLDfvcEM/s400/idiot,+God+loves+me+anyway.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celine Dion and her back up singers " ...A New Day Has Come, Anew DAY haaaaassss come, Let the rain come and wash away my tears" Her cirque de soleil dancers start prancing and flipping surrounding her and her manly stance commands the stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;still singing in the background...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me begin by saying this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;August was the shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was full of regret and pain. It was full of love. It was the beginning of self discovery. It was REAL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not saying my whole year has been fake...but It was based on a lie and thats like the sole of some payless sneakers, bound to crumble. I was too genuine for that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had time to really analyze and realize and finally move on. This summer was suppose to be magical and full of love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;It wasn't.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At one point I was blaming myself. I was wondering how did I get here. I figured it out, not entirely but most of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Celine open her legs wide and the longest note in history was made......She wasn't even breaking a sweat. The music stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;The dancers stopped dancing in amazement. It was Celine in Vegas and everyone must bow down to the glory of her voice. little cherubs were flying out her mouth and it was reported that the US economy was stable thanks to Celine's prestine and crystal clear note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I thank my family and my new friend Adam. I still didnt get to talk bout the mystery of Adam but I will LOL. He has made me laugh so hard...sometimes you need a good laugh after such a fucked up event in life. Why do you think poor/troubled people are the funniest? They're the ones with the most pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Celine faints...dancers let her fall on their backs as they crawl away with her. A standing ovation across the world happens and she breaks another record for the most people in a standing ovation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-1833300950965760654?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/1833300950965760654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=1833300950965760654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/1833300950965760654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/1833300950965760654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-day-has-come.html' title='A New Day Has Come'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/Spaf5cnu8zI/AAAAAAAAJqU/2haYLDfvcEM/s72-c/idiot,+God+loves+me+anyway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-6763473535496328951</id><published>2009-08-23T18:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T19:17:53.346-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dummies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bittersweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuny'/><title type='text'>CUNY Lehman Chronicles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SpHN_fpM_LI/AAAAAAAAAck/PDxTdXPnxY0/s1600-h/Photo+1127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SpHN_fpM_LI/AAAAAAAAAck/PDxTdXPnxY0/s320/Photo+1127.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373302321139481778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking 5 classes this semester. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Intro to Digital Imaging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Intro to Printmaking&lt;br /&gt;General Psychology&lt;br /&gt;African American Literature&lt;br /&gt;Contemporary Moral Issues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The so called advisor was bout to fuck up my schedule OD and give me a bunch of gen eds but all wack ones and add art classes so it would 4 classes of garbage and maybe 1 art class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His exact words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You can have up to 18 credits, So you can take your the freshman block and add 2 art classes"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as this dude said this the record scratched in my mind.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;this nigga is an idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;yea he sure is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;he's deadass advising me to take almost 16-18 credits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;You just came back to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;...I know whats wrong with him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;IDK, Its either he wants you to fail or do mediocre all around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;He doesn't even know if I can handle that many classes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;SMH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;It's suppose to be pleasure and pain, not pain, pain some more pain and here's an advil. Oh no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I have to register here or can I make my schedule?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You can register for classes online throught your eSims.....bleh blah blah, etc"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;great imma do it online cause he's lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;yea you would be going to school 5 days a week with 3 hour gaps and dumbness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;yea I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;stupid advisor what is he advising schedule suicide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;good one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after I came home and signed up for classes. He gave me a guide and requirements for the college and my major and voila. I spent a good 2 hours fixing my schedule. I like the results. Everything is connected so I can use what I learned in one class to benefit the next class. Next semester is mostly gonna be math and science cause they mesh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the best part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;I get friday thru monday off. tee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knoooooowwwwwwww. jealous? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-6763473535496328951?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/6763473535496328951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=6763473535496328951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/6763473535496328951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/6763473535496328951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/08/cuny-lehman-chronicles.html' title='CUNY Lehman Chronicles'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SpHN_fpM_LI/AAAAAAAAAck/PDxTdXPnxY0/s72-c/Photo+1127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-2207164740775242312</id><published>2009-08-22T23:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T23:59:23.379-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gucci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RPSB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Rich People Shop Better: Gucci Fall 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z55/ajbar7/fashionising/seven/gucci1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 623px;" src="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z55/ajbar7/fashionising/seven/gucci1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z55/ajbar7/fashionising/seven/gucci1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;WTF!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;....I'm going to cry now. No one cares bout the skinny chick to the right. Honestly They could of done without her...She kinda making the photo ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Those shoes, OMG, Those shoes. I would &lt;b&gt;FIND&lt;/b&gt; somewhere to go If I had those.....Shit.Fuck.Damn. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;*Growlls and curses and runs away, plotting to press some ladies in the city*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/4532341633413417592-2207164740775242312?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/2207164740775242312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=2207164740775242312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/2207164740775242312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/2207164740775242312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/08/rich-people-shop-better-gucci-fall-2009.html' title='Rich People Shop Better: Gucci Fall 2009'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-9054015791990367681</id><published>2009-08-22T22:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:24:13.901-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Once Again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SpCn9-M9TjI/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RA-pAgRljc/s1600-h/3830274713_db9b7992fe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SpCn9-M9TjI/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RA-pAgRljc/s400/3830274713_db9b7992fe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372979038564208178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SpCn9VYwVZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/JaCWxjwad1E/s1600-h/3830288147_89e8cd06a5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SpCn9VYwVZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/JaCWxjwad1E/s400/3830288147_89e8cd06a5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372979027607836050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SpCn9CGqihI/AAAAAAAAAcM/1XN609CSdLk/s1600-h/3830293057_684006f053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SpCn9CGqihI/AAAAAAAAAcM/1XN609CSdLk/s400/3830293057_684006f053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372979022431685138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SpCm1C-3z4I/AAAAAAAAAcE/BUOnjhvJ0DU/s1600-h/3830273053_bc9de37105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SpCm1C-3z4I/AAAAAAAAAcE/BUOnjhvJ0DU/s400/3830273053_bc9de37105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372977785716854658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SpCm0llJAwI/AAAAAAAAAb8/5Axo5M_hIvw/s1600-h/3830284569_66938c2b5e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SpCm0llJAwI/AAAAAAAAAb8/5Axo5M_hIvw/s400/3830284569_66938c2b5e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372977777824301826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SpCm0Ktu-fI/AAAAAAAAAb0/NZKOAjlXtMY/s1600-h/3831065432_baa9094a3c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SpCm0Ktu-fI/AAAAAAAAAb0/NZKOAjlXtMY/s400/3831065432_baa9094a3c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372977770612586994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SpCmz87hFZI/AAAAAAAAAbs/jj8D6TdnvkQ/s1600-h/3831082518_9c9baf3a6a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SpCmz87hFZI/AAAAAAAAAbs/jj8D6TdnvkQ/s400/3831082518_9c9baf3a6a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372977766912300434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SpCmzUgzBYI/AAAAAAAAAbk/mDwUyrdFHdo/s1600-h/3830287313_4cc13f3c77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SpCmzUgzBYI/AAAAAAAAAbk/mDwUyrdFHdo/s400/3830287313_4cc13f3c77.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372977756062811522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alrite if these vaporize somewhere Imma get somebody lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-9054015791990367681?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/9054015791990367681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=9054015791990367681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/9054015791990367681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/9054015791990367681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/08/once-again.html' title='Once Again....'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SpCn9-M9TjI/AAAAAAAAAcc/0RA-pAgRljc/s72-c/3830274713_db9b7992fe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-1665141406759584332</id><published>2009-08-21T04:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T04:09:31.922-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>Shit!</title><content type='html'>I have to repost the flickr pics from the photoshoot....this dude took them down ugh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-1665141406759584332?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/1665141406759584332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=1665141406759584332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/1665141406759584332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/1665141406759584332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/08/shit.html' title='Shit!'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-6408995872374032364</id><published>2009-08-21T03:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T04:07:36.408-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deep thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bittersweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovey dovey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drake'/><title type='text'>Emotionally Flavored People[Bitter/Sweet]</title><content type='html'>I'm losing track of time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if thats a good or bad thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I want to inspire people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...... Wouldn't it be cool if people had a main attribute throughout life and you can only find out when you die. Like &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happiness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Laughter&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mystery&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, etc. Don't you find it amazing how no matter the situation people bring the same characteristic? Some people no matter how you feel make you calm and carefree? Some people always bring happiness, even if they're not happy themselves? Then your goal in life is to get your counterpart? Happiness must find sadness to bring balance to each other? Happy people always denies sadness in their life and fake it even when they're truly not happy. Sad people can't find a way out and when happiness is there, they deny it because they're afraid. They'll balance out each other.....like ying and yang....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some women drive men crazy.....like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Erykah Badu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Did you see the &lt;b&gt;Before&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;After&lt;/b&gt; of Andre 3000 and Common? She changed them for the better. That's a bad woman, even after you part ways you never really left them. Some women bring the most negative effects out of men. I was just wondering like we're all different emotions and when we get together we make a mixture. It's late, I'm listening to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Lust for Life&lt;/span&gt; by DRAKE. It was my soundtrack for the nite. Sleep is for our conscious. Our &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;sub conscious&lt;/span&gt; frolick during the nite in our dreams. If we're up, that's when our &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;raw emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; come out. That's when I get in trouble......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-6408995872374032364?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/6408995872374032364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=6408995872374032364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/6408995872374032364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/6408995872374032364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/08/emotionally-flavored-peoplebittersweet.html' title='Emotionally Flavored People[Bitter/Sweet]'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-6195505120182521972</id><published>2009-08-19T10:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:27:39.898-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Balmain: Fall 2009[Sweet]</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ISug72v5_Bc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ISug72v5_Bc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Awesooooooommmmeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-6195505120182521972?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/6195505120182521972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=6195505120182521972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/6195505120182521972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/6195505120182521972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/08/balmain-fall-2009sweet.html' title='Balmain: Fall 2009[Sweet]'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-7195903638346237501</id><published>2009-08-17T16:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T17:42:46.865-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoshannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Photoshoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2425/3830288147_89e8cd06a5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2425/3830288147_89e8cd06a5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2643/3830287313_4cc13f3c77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2643/3830287313_4cc13f3c77.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2472/3831064524_0d890b8ab6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2472/3831064524_0d890b8ab6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3467/3831065432_baa9094a3c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3467/3831065432_baa9094a3c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2568/3831082518_9c9baf3a6a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2568/3831082518_9c9baf3a6a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3542/3830303423_908c5634a9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3542/3830303423_908c5634a9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3495/3831073764_6b63f1c213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3495/3831073764_6b63f1c213.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2578/3830274713_db9b7992fe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2578/3830274713_db9b7992fe.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some flickas from the photoshoot. I didn't really like them. Well try, try again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-7195903638346237501?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/7195903638346237501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=7195903638346237501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/7195903638346237501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/7195903638346237501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/08/photshoot.html' title='Photoshoot'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2425/3830288147_89e8cd06a5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-678697151124458212</id><published>2009-08-15T12:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T12:36:32.038-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie trailers'/><title type='text'>Brothers: Movie Trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7xYyCCjLpZs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7xYyCCjLpZs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-678697151124458212?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/678697151124458212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=678697151124458212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/678697151124458212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/678697151124458212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/08/brothers-movie-trailer.html' title='Brothers: Movie Trailer'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-8254952514706457141</id><published>2009-08-15T12:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T12:33:28.332-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maxwell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='album reviews'/><title type='text'>Blacksummers'night: A Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://souldiscoveries.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/maxwell-blacksummers-night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 480px;" src="http://souldiscoveries.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/maxwell-blacksummers-night.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;BLACKsummers'night&lt;/span&gt; is what we've been waiting for but we didn't really knew what we were waiting for. We listen to our ipods and something is missing. Soul, some depth, I'm not talking bout all the extra. Personally for me soul, jazz and etc. are too outdated its the same shit I remember back then. It's cool for you to do the soul thing but its 2009 do what soul would sound like NOW!! Very few know how to do that and Maxwell's album satisfies what I've been missing. I never really listen to Maxwell before cause I was listening to *Nsync at the time lol. I never get a whole album based off of the first single but I did it for Maxwell. I totally thank myself for taking a chance. This album is really good. It relaxes you, and it feels like waterwaves. The lyrics are awesome. The instrumentals don't over power his voice. It's fluid none of the tracks seem out of place. It's just.......GOOD.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite Tracks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Stop the World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Fistful of Tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; out of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/4532341633413417592-8254952514706457141?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/8254952514706457141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=8254952514706457141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/8254952514706457141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/8254952514706457141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/08/blacksummersnight-review.html' title='Blacksummers&apos;night: A Review'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-1974544581593970518</id><published>2009-08-09T17:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T18:37:41.188-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deep thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bittersweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitches'/><title type='text'>Funny Bitches [Bitter/Sweet]</title><content type='html'>I think people are angry at me and not because I did some &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;dumb shit &lt;/span&gt;towards them. They get mad at me cause I do what I please and not what people expect me to do. I'm not easily subdued by&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; bureaucratic bullshit&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;diplomacy&lt;/span&gt;. Its not built in me. In a way I understand. Things people work hard to obtain I usually get it without really trying and If I actually give a damn, no one will remember your ass. People try so hard to get at me without really getting at me. Which is funny to me. Just say your peace to my face and leave me be. Maybe its my blank stare. Here's a tip for all you lovely people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime someone has some stigma against you, kill them kindness and not fake kindness &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;genuine&lt;/span&gt; kindness. This shit pisses them off even more cause they have nothing against you. When you get angry you showing them that you care and you shouldn't because you should be focus on you and your interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I know I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing my white wig and some hot ass outfit looking like a M.O.B. photoshoot. I show up and the girls are looking at me like I'm crazy. Secretly giggling and staring me down. I brush it off cause people have been smirking at me since birth, two years later they're wearing the same shit I was wearing 2 years ago. The thing that made it icing is there "boyfriends" are ready to scoop me up like ice cream. This one dude was staring so hard I felt uncomfortable. The Giggle Twins realize what's really going on and the giggling stops, now I can feel the tension in the air. I'm just vibing with the guys cause they mad cool. All of a sudden Giggle Twins' power must of deactivated cause now they want to be friends.......mmmmmhmmmm &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[BTW I'm not a thieving chicka. I don't believe in cheaters and I don't need to become one]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;"People say things thinking other people are thinking it, when they know they don't even believe it themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                                                      &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;  - Sumra 13, sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like people jus say well she's Shoshannah. LOL I'm my own adjective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone approached me and commented on me and said "Shannah is one hand painted&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; pink&lt;/span&gt; and the other white? [insert dumb giggle here]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Let's evaluate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I purposely painted my nails those colors. I didn't paint them in the dark and realized when I went outside I realized that I have committed a crime worthy of imprisonment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pointing it out does not make it funny. If anything you sound stupid because you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;they're pink and white cause you said so, why ask the question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;My answer to this dumb question after these commercial breaks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This post is brought to you by Energizer Haters "They keep hating and hating and hating..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Also by iMac "Mac Users swear by their computers, Windows users swear at their computers"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and from viewers like you, thank you! soundtrack provided by Camp Lo's Uptown Saturday Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply did my "Uraslowbitch" face and said "....umm yeah" and turn my head towards someone worth my interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day don't let anyone make you feel bad for being &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-1974544581593970518?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/1974544581593970518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=1974544581593970518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/1974544581593970518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/1974544581593970518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/08/funny-bitches-bittersweet.html' title='Funny Bitches [Bitter/Sweet]'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-3674827547911461461</id><published>2009-08-08T17:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T17:44:44.671-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Good Sleep [Sweet]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pellshome.com/blog/kl-sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 310px;" src="http://www.pellshome.com/blog/kl-sleep.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going out too much lol, It's summer I'm trying to squeeze it in before school starts. It's good though but my ass never gets that good sleep. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That sleep when you don't actually know when you fell asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That good sleep where you snore and you NEVER snore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That good sleep where your pillow is soaked in saliva. and ur mouth is crusty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That good sleep where you wake up and realized half the day is gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That good sleep where you don't think bout shit while lying in bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That good sleep where you didn't have a dream. Just blanked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need me some of that good sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-3674827547911461461?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/3674827547911461461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=3674827547911461461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/3674827547911461461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/3674827547911461461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-sleep-sweet.html' title='Good Sleep [Sweet]'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-7687829053760847795</id><published>2009-08-05T09:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T09:31:49.199-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='420'/><title type='text'>High Times: Tricks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZhZiT67FwEo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZhZiT67FwEo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so cool. Enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-7687829053760847795?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/7687829053760847795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=7687829053760847795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/7687829053760847795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/7687829053760847795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/08/high-times-tricks.html' title='High Times: Tricks'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-1093372269638493970</id><published>2009-08-05T09:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T09:29:07.654-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='420'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuny'/><title type='text'>You a Mark Muthaphucka, I'm a Marksman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rashaentertainment.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/teairra-thriller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 642px;" src="http://www.rashaentertainment.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/teairra-thriller.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only a couple of days away from bartending school and I'm mad excited.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Mini Goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bring in my financial Aid papers to Lehman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fix my profile for CUNY cause it won't let me sign up for classes :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look bangin' for Aaron's Photoshoot. I think he's aiming for a grungy graffiti weird pretty thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pick up Money from Franchesca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finish my drawing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learn how to do Smoke circles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Party and Bullshit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love. Peace and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;SOOOUUUULLLLLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. That title really didnt have anything to do with wth im writing or that picture lol. Oh wells my blog, screw you with something hard and sandpapery,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt; nah I love you guys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4532341633413417592-1093372269638493970?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/1093372269638493970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=1093372269638493970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/1093372269638493970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/1093372269638493970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-mark-muthaphucka-im-marksman.html' title='You a Mark Muthaphucka, I&apos;m a Marksman'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-389702513034186020</id><published>2009-08-01T11:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T11:51:07.227-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Dr.Martens x Raf Simons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.highsnobiety.com/news/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/dr-martens-raf-simons-metallic-pack-fw09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 260px;" src="http://www.highsnobiety.com/news/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/dr-martens-raf-simons-metallic-pack-fw09.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.highsnobiety.com/news/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/dr-martens-raf-simons-metallic-pack-fw09.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never reallly liked Dr. Martens but I would get one of these. The last on the end would be my jam. The One in the middle too. I fell in love over at High Snobiety. I love that site.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-389702513034186020?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/389702513034186020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=389702513034186020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/389702513034186020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/389702513034186020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/08/drmartens-x-raf-simons.html' title='Dr.Martens x Raf Simons'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-146895660335304895</id><published>2009-07-30T18:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T18:20:36.571-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoshannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drawing'/><title type='text'>Heartsicle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SnIcYrHyD7I/AAAAAAAAAbc/pcR7JJcL7EY/s1600-h/Photo+1106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SnIcYrHyD7I/AAAAAAAAAbc/pcR7JJcL7EY/s320/Photo+1106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364381316369485746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sideways oh wells ya'll can figure it out lol. Almost done although my ass does lose motivation towards the end. I WILL FINISH. I think I'll do one for Rihanna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-146895660335304895?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/146895660335304895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=146895660335304895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/146895660335304895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/146895660335304895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/07/heartsicle.html' title='Heartsicle'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SnIcYrHyD7I/AAAAAAAAAbc/pcR7JJcL7EY/s72-c/Photo+1106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-3712099417086460846</id><published>2009-07-30T00:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T00:36:50.249-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuny'/><title type='text'>CUNY Lehman</title><content type='html'>I get to sign up for classes on aug 4th.&lt;b&gt; good shit.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-3712099417086460846?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/3712099417086460846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=3712099417086460846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/3712099417086460846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/3712099417086460846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/07/cuny-lehman.html' title='CUNY Lehman'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-4726395314660508566</id><published>2009-07-28T18:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T00:25:22.206-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bittersweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><title type='text'>The Thirstiness [BitterSweet]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.misprintt.net/wp-content/uploads/2006/01/iZombie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 487px;" src="http://blog.misprintt.net/wp-content/uploads/2006/01/iZombie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm I been off the market for about 2, 3 years and I guess I must of attain the magical ring from Lords of the Ring embedded deep down in the orifice that is my Matrix [that's my vagina, for you simple folk] The News spread like wildfire and I've been beating niggas off of me worse than the people in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Resident Evi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;l&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its Nice, Its Flattering but then you feel kinda overwhelmed by it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Thirstiness is at an all time high and it doesn't help that I'm single.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone is trying different ways to bag me, instead of just &lt;b&gt;talking&lt;/b&gt; to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm about to become asexual in 3.....2........1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4532341633413417592-4726395314660508566?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/4726395314660508566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=4726395314660508566' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/4726395314660508566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/4726395314660508566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/07/thirstiness-bittersweet.html' title='The Thirstiness [BitterSweet]'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-6315433241857545759</id><published>2009-07-23T13:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:32:53.313-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bittersweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bartender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream Apartment'/><title type='text'>Nothing feels like Home. [Bittersweet]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thedailypump.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/ruby-slippers-wizard-of-oz.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://thedailypump.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/ruby-slippers-wizard-of-oz.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/g/images/spaceball.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/g/images/spaceball.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been home in two days. Watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt; with the Bestie, slept over, hopped my butt over to Franchesca's spend the day with her and slept over and I finally returned home. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been feeling homeless. I feel like a Nomad. I feel like I need to find my home, I love my family but I want my own place to call home. I hate roommates, deadass I can't do that shit. I know if I do I'm gonna feel like its not my place being courteous and shit. I'm not a big ass slob but I like walking round naked. I like going to bed at 3 in the morning. Drawing all nite on hardwood floors with art supplies everywhere. I love blasting my music and dancing for absolutely no reason. I like cooking and munching on grapes late at nite, but I never take a bowl. I just pluck them straight from the bag, wash them in my hands, sit down, eat them, wait and do the same shit all over again. I like having my sunday baths hogging the bathroom for the whole day like my own personal spa. Doing different characters while cleaning and doing my chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sure I can find someone as zanny as my ass, but then I like being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Being Alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CUNY Lehman&lt;/span&gt; for my transfer credit assessment and getting things set in stone basically. I can't wait for July 28th to come any sooner. Like I never wanted a month to  end so damn bad. I should have enough money by august 1st to start my bartending adventures. Hopefully Bartending will make my dream apt. come true. You Know What, it &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt; make my Dream Apt come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; August is gonna be the fucking month. I can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4532341633413417592-6315433241857545759?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/6315433241857545759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=6315433241857545759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/6315433241857545759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/6315433241857545759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/07/nothing-feels-like-home.html' title='Nothing feels like Home. [Bittersweet]'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-3308003641566856326</id><published>2009-07-21T12:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:09:37.043-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it factor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Gaga'/><title type='text'>Lady Gagafication</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/startracks/090126/lady_gaga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/startracks/090126/lady_gaga.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a Bladder Infection from holding my water too long. Its not my cup of tea......&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;TMI?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Other News. I can't wait for school to start. New People. New Classes. Just New.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my goals this lovely school semester is to take it there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Take it there? Whateva do you mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean to push the envelope, to be the best I can be. I want to Lady Gaga it. I want to be an Icon in my school. I want to leave a lasting impression on everyone I meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have this whole year to completely change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean come on my name is &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Shoshannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; like would you expect anything less LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try new things. Date. Fashion. Bold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooo Saliva is on my keyboard from all the drooling. Anyways I have a plan. Ill tell you later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bang Bang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I'm trying a new signature instead of Nana,its Bang Bang. HMMM Now Ill prolly keep trying til one of them fits me or Ill jus keep Nana. Maybe Bam Bam. Suggestions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4532341633413417592-3308003641566856326?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/3308003641566856326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=3308003641566856326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/3308003641566856326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/3308003641566856326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/07/lady-gagafication.html' title='Lady Gagafication'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-7839194524563404713</id><published>2009-07-18T13:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:09:02.050-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nike'/><title type='text'>Nike Terminator Hi Supreme QK [Swagger]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.highsnobiety.com/news/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/nike-terminator-hi-qk-swagger-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; height: 398px;" src="http://www.highsnobiety.com/news/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/nike-terminator-hi-qk-swagger-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.highsnobiety.com/news/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/nike-terminator-hi-qk-swagger-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; height: 410px;" src="http://www.highsnobiety.com/news/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/nike-terminator-hi-qk-swagger-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.highsnobiety.com/news/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/nike-terminator-hi-qk-swagger-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; height: 416px;" src="http://www.highsnobiety.com/news/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/nike-terminator-hi-qk-swagger-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.complex.com/blogs/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/swaggerxniketerminatorhi-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 425px; height: 469px;" src="http://cdn.complex.com/blogs/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/swaggerxniketerminatorhi-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;A sneaker worthy of my praise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Drops July 25th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;Ready?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/4532341633413417592-7839194524563404713?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/7839194524563404713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=7839194524563404713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/7839194524563404713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/7839194524563404713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/07/nike-terminator-hi-supreme-qk-swagger.html' title='Nike Terminator Hi Supreme QK [Swagger]'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-4013327330398945958</id><published>2009-07-16T23:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:48:15.938-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad hair'/><title type='text'>Ooo Girl I want a fade.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i368.photobucket.com/albums/oo126/theybf/July%2009/a11a4808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 369px; height: 562px;" src="http://i368.photobucket.com/albums/oo126/theybf/July%2009/a11a4808.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is everyone shaving off the sides of their hair? Did I miss something? LOL&lt;div&gt;Now watch everyone and they mom shave their hair when they damn well shouldn't, think this thru ppl. I know imma see 10 fucked up, not the hairstyle for you, star crunch neck back fuckery for every 1 person that pulls it off. Only a&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt; few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; can pull it off. Now since Rihanna did it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;MindNinjaFuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of my eyeballs and me screaming &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHHHHHYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!????&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; in my mind begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4532341633413417592-4013327330398945958?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/4013327330398945958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=4013327330398945958' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/4013327330398945958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/4013327330398945958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/07/ooo-girl-i-want-fade.html' title='Ooo Girl I want a fade.....'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i368.photobucket.com/albums/oo126/theybf/July%2009/th_a11a4808.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-1859432673047381874</id><published>2009-07-15T14:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:49:10.510-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie trailers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Ponyo: Trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NiNB4epGxK8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NiNB4epGxK8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would love to live in Hiyao Miyazaki's mind. I wish American Cartoons would step up their game. I'm so there August 14th. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&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/4532341633413417592-1859432673047381874?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/1859432673047381874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=1859432673047381874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/1859432673047381874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/1859432673047381874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/07/ponyo-trailer.html' title='Ponyo: Trailer'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-2138563202911229795</id><published>2009-07-15T10:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T10:42:00.218-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RPSB'/><title type='text'>Rich People Shop Better: The Series</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thefashiontime.com/wp-content/themes/mimbo2.2/images/2009/07/kirk9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.thefashiontime.com/wp-content/themes/mimbo2.2/images/2009/07/kirk9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Arial, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 20px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 2.3em/normal Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Nicholas Kirkwood’s Fall 2009 Shoe Collection&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-2138563202911229795?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/2138563202911229795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=2138563202911229795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/2138563202911229795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/2138563202911229795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/07/rich-people-shop-better-series.html' title='Rich People Shop Better: The Series'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-6457430020697321141</id><published>2009-07-14T17:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:26:29.025-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Waiting to Fall 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thefashiontime.com/wp-content/themes/mimbo2.2/images/2009/04/dscf5173preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 413px; height: 550px;" src="http://www.thefashiontime.com/wp-content/themes/mimbo2.2/images/2009/04/dscf5173preview.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thefashiontime.com/wp-content/themes/mimbo2.2/images/2009/04/dscf5148preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://www.thefashiontime.com/wp-content/themes/mimbo2.2/images/2009/04/dscf5148preview.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Topshop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.americanapparel.net/storefront/images/detail/serve.asp?media=rnt64_Black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://i.americanapparel.net/storefront/images/detail/serve.asp?media=rnt64_Black.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;American Apparel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MN38F5Q48c/SlGt1jTb_6I/AAAAAAAAVKY/ICHxXAbY6WY/s320/Picture+9-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MN38F5Q48c/SlGt1jTb_6I/AAAAAAAAVKY/ICHxXAbY6WY/s320/Picture+9-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MN38F5Q48c/SlGt1daH5lI/AAAAAAAAVKQ/S752SgVJPOA/s320/Picture+8-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MN38F5Q48c/SlGt1daH5lI/AAAAAAAAVKQ/S752SgVJPOA/s320/Picture+8-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MN38F5Q48c/SlGt1daH5lI/AAAAAAAAVKQ/S752SgVJPOA/s320/Picture+8-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MN38F5Q48c/SlGt1daH5lI/AAAAAAAAVKQ/S752SgVJPOA/s320/Picture+8-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Bebe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.highsnobette.com/news/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/8020cody-540x442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; height: 442px;" src="http://www.highsnobette.com/news/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/8020cody-540x442.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;80%20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-6457430020697321141?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/6457430020697321141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=6457430020697321141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/6457430020697321141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/6457430020697321141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/07/waiting-to-fall-2009.html' title='Waiting to Fall 2009'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MN38F5Q48c/SlGt1jTb_6I/AAAAAAAAVKY/ICHxXAbY6WY/s72-c/Picture+9-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-3050176538302108243</id><published>2009-07-14T16:13:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:00:31.854-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deep thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deeper meaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bittersweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovey dovey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Sad Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoshannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joshua'/><title type='text'>He Cheated. [BitterSweet]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Slzwze9zc7I/AAAAAAAAAbM/y75_2eCKf18/s1600-h/IMG_5064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Slzwze9zc7I/AAAAAAAAAbM/y75_2eCKf18/s320/IMG_5064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358422423940330418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm I never really talked about my situation with my heart being grinded into mince meat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IDK I'm a private person lol but then again I don't know you people and will never care to know your opinions bout me so oh wells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He cheated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;gasp* OMG shannah I thought you were a bad bish. How could this happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I know but even people cheat on halle berry and she has a team behind her, so my ass aint different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew in the back of my mind that shit was going to happen, cause I know that dipshit too well. Which is kinda horrifying to watch shit you knew was going to happen, HAPPEN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its only the third week. I'm chipper and keeping my spirits high but idk people swear im a robot or some shit lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;"You seem to be taking this all well"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;"Why yes I am. Weed is helping me a lot. If It wasn't for weed I'd prolly be covered in paint drawing dumb shit and wallowing in my pain. Followed by random walks at 3 in the morning and bathing for 4 hours at a time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;awkward silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;"Okay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;We resolved the issue and decided to take a break. Whick basically means. Get our shit together and I'll see you on the other side. Which is about a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Now there will be no phucking and etc. He already had his fun. But to be honest I didn't have my fun. I mean is it wrong to date other guys and party and smoke and drink and be a FUCKING 20 year old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I been a good girl all my life, always passed my classes, upstanding citizen, never gave mom a problem. I'm dead serious I was the perfect child. Let's evaluate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;*I never smoked weed til I was out of highschool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;*I never drank until I went to college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;*I passed my regents with fly fucking colors without getting help from tutors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;English 97&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;US History 90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Global 88&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Math 85&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Earth Science 85&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;GPA 85%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I didn't do shit for my last semester of my senior year my gpa would of been higher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;*I never had a boyfriend, cause I didn't want unnecessary distractions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;*I read books and drew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;*I never been in a fight. NEVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;*I know how to cook, clean, and take care of my younger siblings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;It's &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; being this way around all the phuckery that is called the Bronx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I pat myself on the back for this, I'm really thinking bout this shit I must of been the "ONE" of the Bronx Matrix. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dailygalaxy.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/12/12/slowtime_neo_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dailygalaxy.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/12/12/slowtime_neo_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 311px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Now I reap the benefits of my reward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I deserve this shit. I'm not here for&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;y&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;z&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;. I'm here for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Now I don't think he deserves to do the same as me cause honestly he doesn't fucking deserve to. He needs to get his shit together. That would be kinda phucked up. He did me dirty and does whatever he wants on this break and still gets me at the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.binarymoon.co.uk/files/images/disney_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.binarymoon.co.uk/files/images/disney_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 520px; height: 352px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; "&gt;Bitch Please, This ain't Disney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I feel like his ass was taking me for granted cause I'm not your &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;typical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; girl and he must of thought I was. Welp now he'll see. Everytime he talking to some girl or no one catches his jokes and realize day by day that I'm a fucking anomaly to what is defined as a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Now am I justified in my thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&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/4532341633413417592-3050176538302108243?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/3050176538302108243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=3050176538302108243' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/3050176538302108243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/3050176538302108243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/07/he-cheated-bittersweet.html' title='He Cheated. [BitterSweet]'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Slzwze9zc7I/AAAAAAAAAbM/y75_2eCKf18/s72-c/IMG_5064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-3904870265629433335</id><published>2009-07-10T13:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T16:13:09.344-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><title type='text'>Goal Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Slzmtfn6HlI/AAAAAAAAAa8/xg72ECjRIEk/s1600-h/IMG_7159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Slzmtfn6HlI/AAAAAAAAAa8/xg72ECjRIEk/s320/IMG_7159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358411325921435218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into CUNY Lehman. Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did eat more balanced, I try to cancel out my junk food consumption with fruits and water. It gets like half a check&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fake ID: FAIL lol *tears on my pillow*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day of the Afro Punk Festival...I don't think Imma make it : Fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched church play:check It was really good like OD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I went out on saturday and some guy like the way I looked so I gave him a chance usually I dismiss niggas but I'm trying something different.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus he was bold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;You look pretty without the makeup too, rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;[smirks] *obviously this nigga don't know shoshannah.* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;[conceited voice]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Yea I'm sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I put my number in some wackass looking prepaid phone. [minus one point.] He gave his middle name at first but then gave me his real name which is Paul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Aww I never met a Paul. He says he's a personal trainer and he had his own business card [plus 3 points]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I like a dude with a plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I mean Im not looking for a phuck buddy or anything else jus some attention lol. It doesn't hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-3904870265629433335?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/3904870265629433335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=3904870265629433335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/3904870265629433335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/3904870265629433335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/07/goal-updates.html' title='Goal Updates'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Slzmtfn6HlI/AAAAAAAAAa8/xg72ECjRIEk/s72-c/IMG_7159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-4685021982017658483</id><published>2009-07-06T15:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T15:15:06.423-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie trailers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it factor'/><title type='text'>Garden State</title><content type='html'>This trailer is beautiful. So was the movie. I feel like I'm at that stage discovering myself and my purpose in life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus the song was orgasmic when I downloaded it. I did it by mistake, favorite mistake. I played it over and over. To this day I never get tired of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frou Frou- Let Go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imogen Heap is the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;.....cause there beauty in the breakdown.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/la53nY41c9M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/la53nY41c9M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw it made the top 50 trailers of all time. Booyah!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-4685021982017658483?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/4685021982017658483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=4685021982017658483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/4685021982017658483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/4685021982017658483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/07/garden-state.html' title='Garden State'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-6815507394555058358</id><published>2009-07-06T14:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T15:04:27.995-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><title type='text'>Mini Goals.</title><content type='html'>Goals to accomplish this week&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Cuny Lehman and beg like no other lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Get a fake ID: I want to party, keep my mind off things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Get myself arm candy/sugar daddy. Don't get it twisted or dreaded, I'm not a golddigger just an oppurtunist. I can get one without doing anything sexual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Are you that good Nana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why yes I am. In fact I went out and had fun without sex and spent only like 45 dollars.....wait for it... wait for it... I spent 45 for the WEEK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*gasp* bitch you are good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know, don't doubt next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Go to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.afropunk.com/page/afropunk-2009"&gt;Afro Punk Festival&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;*Watch the Youth Play at church this friday. Its friday though....*tear* Last year it was good I'll watch it. Its about lesbians....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*Eat Balanced and healthy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I think those are good goals for the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Kiss the rings bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-6815507394555058358?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/6815507394555058358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=6815507394555058358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/6815507394555058358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/6815507394555058358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/07/mini-goals.html' title='Mini Goals.'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-6876197459654423863</id><published>2009-07-06T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:33:14.036-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IFC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie trailers'/><title type='text'>Movie Trailers: A Series?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ifc.com/news/assets_c/2009/06/06252009_50trailers-thumb-290xauto-7701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 213px;" src="http://www.ifc.com/news/assets_c/2009/06/06252009_50trailers-thumb-290xauto-7701.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over at IFC they made a list of the top 50 movie trailers of all time. I almost wet myself at the titalation over what they chose and etc. The Matrix popped into my head. That was a movie that changed EVERYTHING. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katt Williams: Everything? [slaps stool] EV-VA-RE-THANG!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was number 32. Here's the &lt;a href="http://www.ifc.com/news/2009/06/50-greatest-trailers.php"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; if you wanna reminiscence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I would start a series of posts of movie trailers I love and new ones that had me shivering in the movie theatre because of its pure awesomeness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-6876197459654423863?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/6876197459654423863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=6876197459654423863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/6876197459654423863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/6876197459654423863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/07/movie-trailers-series.html' title='Movie Trailers: A Series?'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-7049847736098283526</id><published>2009-07-06T01:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T01:52:58.352-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='420'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dummies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sasha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emily'/><title type='text'>Hmm...Twas a Good Week</title><content type='html'>You ever look at your phone and you always see the same time over and over? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My lucky times are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1:14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2:14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11:11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I think 11:11 is my favorite time to look at. LOL cause no other time has 4 of the same numbers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;*sigh* &lt;/span&gt;I'm a loser I know, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[walks toward the corner and faces the wall]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I've been out every single day except for wednesday. *Gasp* You phucking street rat lol.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I tried to chill out for sunday but I went out anyways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Monday I watched Star Trek with Adam [Ill explain who Adam is in an upcoming post]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Tuesday I went to Josh's House and watched Adam's nephew Andre [It was his first bday]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;While Adam and Co. fixed the backyard that mexicanos would be pround of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Wednesday I stayed in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Thursday Chilled in Co-Op City with Adam and Franchesca. Ate. Weed. Bookstore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Went back to Fran's Apt. We danced round the coffee table while Adam watched lol. He got a free show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Narrator:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;...As he thirstly watches as Fran danced and beckoned Shoshannah with her hands ever so slightly. Shoshannah Flowed across to her as if she had no feet. They held hands as they fell into each others' rhythm. The booming beat vibrating throught their bodies. Adam put his hand through his hair and adjusted in his seat. Franchesca and Shoshannah let the beat of the music take them. He could feel the seduction.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Thank You Narrator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're welcome Nana&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Anyways one of Fran's Love Interest comes and we buy more weed, Kush. He pays and he paid for our late stuffing of our faces at Burger King. I felt like we were all on a date. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Friday Franchesca, The Bestie Emily, and I were suppose to see Transformers but we went to a get together in Queens instead. It was a really nice neighborhood. Like rich. I felt poor looking at it. We drank hang out and smoked some stuff that took me to another level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;It was serious I high fived Jesus, type of high. I felt bad for Emily cause it was her first time smoking and she didnt get high and we were all jackasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm sorry I gave Emily a glimpse of the dark side.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Saturday hanged out with my sis Sasha and bro Seth ate. Went to see transformeers in New Roc City. Twas good. Review is coming for that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sunday. Went to Josh's House got high, watched dummy friends lite firecrackers and almost lite themselves, the trees and my hair on fire. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Good Week.&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/4532341633413417592-7049847736098283526?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/7049847736098283526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=7049847736098283526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/7049847736098283526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/7049847736098283526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/07/hmmtwas-good-week.html' title='Hmm...Twas a Good Week'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-585537367684384875</id><published>2009-07-05T14:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T14:45:02.559-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bittersweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vibe'/><title type='text'>WTF?! Vibe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://realtalkny.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/vibe-final1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 622px;" src="http://realtalkny.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/vibe-final1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay this shouldn't be the last issue you go out with and honestly a decade from now we won't remember any of them. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Umm The Dream is bored as fuck even though he is cupping christina's tits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christina Millian clearly is working 110% with the sexy face lol. Now if I could tell your working your sexy face then its not sexy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does anyone else notices how Christina is able to cover most of The Dream? Umm She's mad petite and he's not so I'm wondering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christina's Dye Job. *Blank Stare*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall I think they should of gone the funny route. They're not a sex symbol couple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christina should of held The Dream's titties LMAO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My previous rant on &lt;a href="http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2008/09/vibepoor-poor-vibe-bittersweet.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vibe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4532341633413417592-585537367684384875?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/585537367684384875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=585537367684384875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/585537367684384875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/585537367684384875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/07/wtf-vibe.html' title='WTF?! Vibe'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-7779860711280517648</id><published>2009-07-03T14:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T14:56:21.499-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bittersweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='july'/><title type='text'>July: Will You Heal What June Did To Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Sk5T_8e_8AI/AAAAAAAAAa0/4QCmlc0KlY8/s1600-h/safetyshades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Sk5T_8e_8AI/AAAAAAAAAa0/4QCmlc0KlY8/s320/safetyshades.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354309365023109122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June was the worst month so far. So much shit has hit the fan, the fan is not even working. The fan has hit the shit and twirl it around. I was naive and bubblegum but I'm still on the grind. Phuck out of here I WILL find a fucking way. I'm the tiger Katt Willians was talking about.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* More CUNY Bullshit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Family is grasping at straws[moneywise]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Joshua. Mind Fuck of a confusing situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*My hair is acting up. This happens anytime drama flairs its ugly head lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could continue and tell you the intricate details but I'm lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw totally forgot to upload my killer glasses lol rocking my ciara ponyta. Like a mini GO GIRL lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-7779860711280517648?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/7779860711280517648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=7779860711280517648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/7779860711280517648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/7779860711280517648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-will-you-heal-what-june-did-to-me.html' title='July: Will You Heal What June Did To Me?'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Sk5T_8e_8AI/AAAAAAAAAa0/4QCmlc0KlY8/s72-c/safetyshades.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-3312998565681760762</id><published>2009-06-29T12:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T03:20:34.045-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nigglet'/><title type='text'>Boys. Part Deux[Bittersweet]</title><content type='html'>I was thinking of another topic to write bout my ongoing series bout boys. Not men but boys. I couldn't really think of anything. Then today it hit me. I'm going to write about a thing that plagues boys. Both genders are responsible but it seems that boys don't seem to find the fucking antidote as quickly pardon my chester french. Selfishness.&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;SELFISHNESS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh this has plagued us since the beginning of time. I fucking hate it. I'm a selfish person in general but not to the point where it hurts others and rewards me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A guy starts dating a girl. He likes her she's okay everything is cool. She doesn't excite him though. He meets another girl she's wild and crazy and has that thing he is looking for. She's kinda unreliable though and a little unpredictable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now you would think the decision is coming. He'll make a choice right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;WRONG&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He wants the best of both worlds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This ain't&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hannah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Montana&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and even that&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; bish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had to make a decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now his selfishness is going to hurt both parties. He wants both so his selfishness is inabling to make a decision. He doesn't make a decision and sooner or later a decision is made for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the times leaving him empty handed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Example 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man and woman been together for years they have a child or two.The relationship is going south and he starts to pursue other women. They break up. She is left with the children cause he wants a free life to get the woman of his dreams. He feels like the children are fine with their mother. His selfishness has hurt the children and not the woman in this situation. Instead of balancing the two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This affects boys more than girls but we are all able to catch this nasty attitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now next time you feel like you got it good and it may hurt others in the situation just don't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Man the Fuck Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and instead of embracing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Selfishness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; embrace &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Responsibility&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt; That type of behavior is for kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4532341633413417592-3312998565681760762?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/3312998565681760762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=3312998565681760762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/3312998565681760762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/3312998565681760762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/06/boys-part-deuxbittersweet.html' title='Boys. Part Deux[Bittersweet]'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-4471060884940254978</id><published>2009-06-23T01:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T01:22:00.281-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robert pattinson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoshannah'/><title type='text'>Looks Familiar [Sweet]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Sj5_x_CC0tI/AAAAAAAAAak/Vf58Q7kPSEo/s320/Photo+1013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Sj5_x_CC0tI/AAAAAAAAAak/Vf58Q7kPSEo/s320/Photo+1013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thescarletblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/robert-pattinson-gq-magazine-april-2009-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 419px; height: 559px;" src="http://www.thescarletblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/robert-pattinson-gq-magazine-april-2009-02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I realized this while looking through my blog LOLs all round. Deliciouso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-4471060884940254978?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/4471060884940254978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=4471060884940254978' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/4471060884940254978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/4471060884940254978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/06/looks-familiar-sweet.html' title='Looks Familiar [Sweet]'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Sj5_x_CC0tI/AAAAAAAAAak/Vf58Q7kPSEo/s72-c/Photo+1013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-774948736140684483</id><published>2009-06-21T23:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:02:01.672-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joshua'/><title type='text'>M.I.A.</title><content type='html'>Mad drama in my life right bout now. I feel beyond low. My heart broke for the first time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-774948736140684483?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/774948736140684483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=774948736140684483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/774948736140684483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/774948736140684483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/06/mia.html' title='M.I.A.'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-5048512904248592874</id><published>2009-06-21T14:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T14:49:04.036-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainbow'/><title type='text'>Tucan Sam Hair [Sweet]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Sj5_x_CC0tI/AAAAAAAAAak/Vf58Q7kPSEo/s1600-h/Photo+1013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Sj5_x_CC0tI/AAAAAAAAAak/Vf58Q7kPSEo/s320/Photo+1013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349853904073052882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Sj5_xlegmnI/AAAAAAAAAac/5-XEH3mqKKY/s1600-h/Photo+1015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Sj5_xlegmnI/AAAAAAAAAac/5-XEH3mqKKY/s320/Photo+1015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349853897213123186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Sj5_xbkwDjI/AAAAAAAAAaU/ZlZniS1TZp0/s1600-h/Photo+1011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Sj5_xbkwDjI/AAAAAAAAAaU/ZlZniS1TZp0/s320/Photo+1011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349853894554947122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Sj5_xDOKZPI/AAAAAAAAAaM/SAjyujLBGrU/s1600-h/Photo+1010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Sj5_xDOKZPI/AAAAAAAAAaM/SAjyujLBGrU/s320/Photo+1010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349853888017753330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Sj5_xND5aMI/AAAAAAAAAaE/6Pnz33Vjhsg/s1600-h/Photo+1012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Sj5_xND5aMI/AAAAAAAAAaE/6Pnz33Vjhsg/s320/Photo+1012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349853890659051714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey this is my hair blown out with the fire haircut. Ooo Plus I did a rainbow eye. I kinda was envisioning Tucan Sam. I ate Froot Loops yesterday while I was high and had a vision. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-5048512904248592874?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/5048512904248592874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=5048512904248592874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/5048512904248592874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/5048512904248592874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/06/tucan-sam-hair-sweet.html' title='Tucan Sam Hair [Sweet]'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Sj5_x_CC0tI/AAAAAAAAAak/Vf58Q7kPSEo/s72-c/Photo+1013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-1894836681024088998</id><published>2009-06-19T02:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T02:15:50.990-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryan reynolds'/><title type='text'>Scrumpcious!!! [Sweet]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.perezhilton.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/6a00d8341bf6c153ef01157120b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 579px;" src="http://img.perezhilton.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/6a00d8341bf6c153ef01157120b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love that fucking V cut thingy........Lawd God jus wanna lick it up and down. He's funny, smart and sexy!&lt;br /&gt;Remember kids he didn't always look like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Waves and Bluriness &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;[cause that's how flashbacks look]&lt;/span&gt; and fades to black, New Picture emerges....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://timstvshowcase.com/twoguys0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 308px;" src="http://timstvshowcase.com/twoguys0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://timstvshowcase.com/twoguys1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 168px;" src="http://timstvshowcase.com/twoguys1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I'm just saying. You might wanna take another look at the Nerds and Geekazoids in the back.&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/4532341633413417592-1894836681024088998?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/1894836681024088998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=1894836681024088998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/1894836681024088998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/1894836681024088998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/06/scrumpcious-sweet.html' title='Scrumpcious!!! [Sweet]'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-6901229150140347327</id><published>2009-06-18T14:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T14:57:01.309-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deeper meaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='william h'/><title type='text'>Words I Use</title><content type='html'>I was going through my new favorite blog. Irunthroughbabymommas.blogspot.com.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know these blunt, sexualized, kinda self absorbed dudes make the best of friends to me. I like girls and shit but I jus vibe with boys. I'm not making a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;phuck-a-friend hotline&lt;/span&gt; when Josh is phucking up. LOL I'm too faithful sometimes I wonder what fucking planet I came from. I watched too many &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;lovey dovey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find them mad interesting, learning from these niggas and how to improve myself to make a better woman for my man. I mean if I hang out wit bitches what am I gonna learn? To be a better bitch? I think that comes naturally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus bitches always plotting and shit. Even if they don't mean to. Sometimes they give shitty ass advice cause they bitches LOL. Anygay I took this from his blog. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I concur 100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; ENJOY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words Women Use  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.) FINE&lt;/strong&gt;:  This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.) Five Minutes&lt;/strong&gt;: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five Minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.) Nothing&lt;/strong&gt;: This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.) Go Ahead&lt;/strong&gt;:  This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.) Loud Sigh&lt;/strong&gt;: This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to #3 for the meaning of nothing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.) That's Okay&lt;/strong&gt;: This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.) Thanks&lt;/strong&gt;:  A woman is thanking you, do not question, or Faint. Just say you're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.) Don't worry about it, I got it&lt;/strong&gt;: Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking "what's wrong", for the woman's response, refer to # 3.&lt;br /&gt;Send this to the men you know, to warn them about arguments they can avoid if they remember the terminology. Send this to all the women, you know to give them a good laugh, cause they know its true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-6901229150140347327?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/6901229150140347327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=6901229150140347327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/6901229150140347327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/6901229150140347327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/06/words-i-use.html' title='Words I Use'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-5445551909634514934</id><published>2009-06-17T18:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T08:58:02.949-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Mother.[Sweet]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SjiCn5pDv2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/P9FU1VUApmE/s1600-h/Photo+717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SjiCn5pDv2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/P9FU1VUApmE/s320/Photo+717.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348168179502006114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 children, Full Time Job, Living in The Bronx. Looking this good.....Priceless. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shout Out to Mommy. We only get better with time. [For all you who think I'll fall off...Like so many in this tragic phucking place called BX]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-5445551909634514934?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/5445551909634514934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=5445551909634514934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/5445551909634514934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/5445551909634514934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/06/mothersweet.html' title='Mother.[Sweet]'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SjiCn5pDv2I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/P9FU1VUApmE/s72-c/Photo+717.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-2589121328083180527</id><published>2009-06-17T10:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:33:02.456-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoshannah'/><title type='text'>Curly Sue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SjiAuZY4k5I/AAAAAAAAAZs/oFkm8fqOEmk/s1600-h/Photo+983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SjiAuZY4k5I/AAAAAAAAAZs/oFkm8fqOEmk/s320/Photo+983.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348166092080059282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SjiAuEWDq-I/AAAAAAAAAZk/5LG_vRerad4/s1600-h/Photo+982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SjiAuEWDq-I/AAAAAAAAAZk/5LG_vRerad4/s320/Photo+982.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348166086431058914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My hair never relaxes straight. When I co- wash my hair. I jus slap some conditioner on and Voila! The Curls are back a little less curly, but &lt;b&gt;still they rise&lt;/b&gt;. So I always get the best of both worlds. Ill have pics of it straighten my mom gave me a killer cut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-2589121328083180527?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/2589121328083180527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=2589121328083180527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/2589121328083180527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/2589121328083180527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/06/curly-sue.html' title='Curly Sue'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SjiAuZY4k5I/AAAAAAAAAZs/oFkm8fqOEmk/s72-c/Photo+983.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-5519944754688314738</id><published>2009-06-16T17:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T17:46:14.481-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deeper meaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoshannah'/><title type='text'>PSA: My Name Is Not Ghetto!!!! [Bitter]</title><content type='html'>Okay Let me make this fucking PSA Announcement for all you ignorant muthaphuckas. Just because I live in The Bronx and I'm Black and I wear weave does not mean my name is ghetto. Once they hear a name beginning with &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"S"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and its long its automatically ghetto. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Phuck You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mother believes a name plays a big part in a child personality. Words have meaning people. If you name your child some bullshit ass name guess what. They'll be a bullshit ass person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haven't people noticed that certain people with certain names kinda act the same. All the Joshuas I know are very sarcastic [In a good way] When they get angry THEY GET ANGRY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashleys are always down for everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christophers for some reason have this perverse humor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean come on your going to name your child something and you think thaat isn't going to impact them? In any way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shoshannah [Hebrew]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Most commentaries define the shoshana as the lily. However some associate it with the rose (vered). Still others say that shoshana is a general name for flowers. In the Midrash, we find that the word shoshana comes from the word "shesh" meaning six, as a shoshana is said to have six petals. Some say the six petals are the outer ones, but that in reality a shoshana has 13 petals. It is said to be red or white and have a pleasant fragrance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;blockquote style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is a white flower of sweet but narcotic perfume, and it receives its name because the flower has, in every case, six [&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;shesh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;] petals, within which are six long filaments.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The lily, shoshanah, is used generically, as it embraced other related flowers. Lilies had grown on hills and in the field. The choicest of lilies were those that grew in the valleys, in the proximity of water. Perah - flower in the Bible - is often rendered shoshanah - lily in the Targum.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, -webkit-fantasy; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was a biblical flower and over time Shoshannah meant flower in general. Later becoming the queen of flowers, which we can obviously give that crown to the rose. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;Bitch I'm the Queen of Flowers LOL plus I have a sweet narcotic smell. Who doesn't love that shit? I mean I'm mad mean [thorns] but if you stick through and wanna get to my flower[lol] cause of my sweet ass, I'm soft and innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Once Again, This has been a Public Service Announcement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/4532341633413417592-5519944754688314738?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/5519944754688314738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=5519944754688314738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/5519944754688314738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/5519944754688314738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/06/psa-my-name-is-not-ghetto-bitter.html' title='PSA: My Name Is Not Ghetto!!!! [Bitter]'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-4649654738916940487</id><published>2009-06-16T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T16:10:54.048-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='420'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoshannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joshua'/><title type='text'>High Times: Kmart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.riverwalkplaza.net/images/upload/kmart400wb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.riverwalkplaza.net/images/upload/kmart400wb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua and I smoked in the lovely Co-Op City also referred to as God's Waiting Room since its mostly a older closed off community within THe Bronx. So we smoked on the staircase we were suppose to meet up with Fran but we decided to smoke one of the joints and meet her and let her smoke the second one with us. So we smoked it all, my lips kept wetting the paper cause brown blueberry juice on my lips....growlss.&lt;div&gt;So we're high and Josh decides we should go to Barnes and Noble to chill and read books. We're walking and we're really high, it was just regs but I don't know it was really good weed for what it is. It was a windy ass day. Not &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;imma show your tracks hold your hair down kinda day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but a &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Feel goods every now and then type of breeze/hug day&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; "&gt;. So we're walking and the wind hits us it was the best wind in my life. We stopped to enjoy that shit. Like it was a lost lover that knew how to please me LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Josh:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yo, It feels like a orgasm, You feel it exploding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shoshannah:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Naw It feels like pillows, softly hitting you *whispers* like pow pow pow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We realize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Josh:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yo we're mad high right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can't go inside right now. So we're giggling and shit and Josh told me to put on my sunglasses cause I'm a little more obvious than him. [alot more] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're laughing and then we start to walk again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I could of swore the linenN' things across the street from it was supposed to move or some shit. like I was in a car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; WTF?! Like we've been walking to this Barnes and Noble forever I felt like I've turn the same corner to this stupid building. Like it has 18 corners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josh starts laughing at me &lt;b&gt;OD&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally get there and the store is closing. So we go to Kmart. We're walking and and the lights look like they go on forever. We eyeshop. I forgot where I was a couple of times. Josh was leading the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He takes a phone call. We're still walking....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*pause*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Joshua:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Where the fuck are we? Like where's the exit? Yo I knew where we were going until I took the phone call then I totally forgot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Omg?! We're lost. Wtf? I don't see the cashiers......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm clutching on to him. People were looking at us like we're fucktards. We walk around and we finally saw the cashiers and proceeded to exit. Then we walked back to his building as the pillow orgasms hit us. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;LMAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had Mcdonalds. Meet up with Franchesca and smoked again. We all looked chinki eyed. It was ridiculous. I proceeded to give hand massages and they loved that shit. You can feel everything LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Ass Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-4649654738916940487?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/4649654738916940487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=4649654738916940487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/4649654738916940487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/4649654738916940487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/06/high-times-kmart.html' title='High Times: Kmart'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-8872826943017510748</id><published>2009-06-15T14:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:26:40.707-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sumra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='env2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sasha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubble battle 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Bubble Battle NYC: The Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SjaSBhEpk2I/AAAAAAAAAZc/Ykr4bChfOaI/s1600-h/0612091933a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SjaSBhEpk2I/AAAAAAAAAZc/Ykr4bChfOaI/s320/0612091933a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347622162304439138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SjaR0c0m-cI/AAAAAAAAAZU/cdraxRB66pc/s1600-h/0612091935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SjaR0c0m-cI/AAAAAAAAAZU/cdraxRB66pc/s320/0612091935.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347621937825118658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SjaR0DFbsaI/AAAAAAAAAZM/EhQTR3eTfZI/s1600-h/0612091935a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SjaR0DFbsaI/AAAAAAAAAZM/EhQTR3eTfZI/s320/0612091935a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347621930916360610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SjaRz4CPT5I/AAAAAAAAAZE/xXtKFQYKkR8/s1600-h/0612091946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SjaRz4CPT5I/AAAAAAAAAZE/xXtKFQYKkR8/s320/0612091946.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347621927950176146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SjaRyfU8naI/AAAAAAAAAY8/FzssjlHusDg/s1600-h/0612091946a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SjaRyfU8naI/AAAAAAAAAY8/FzssjlHusDg/s320/0612091946a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347621904137887138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SjaRMRV-OaI/AAAAAAAAAY0/OTPD3NTRjns/s1600-h/0612091945a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SjaRMRV-OaI/AAAAAAAAAY0/OTPD3NTRjns/s320/0612091945a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347621247549061538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SjaRMP5FGzI/AAAAAAAAAYs/-SvpYLzhcAY/s1600-h/0612091934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SjaRMP5FGzI/AAAAAAAAAYs/-SvpYLzhcAY/s320/0612091934.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347621247159442226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SjaRMITu8mI/AAAAAAAAAYk/02fJRjygxpM/s1600-h/0612091948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SjaRMITu8mI/AAAAAAAAAYk/02fJRjygxpM/s320/0612091948.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347621245123752546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SjaRL9kyyAI/AAAAAAAAAYc/qAoZSqagLlI/s1600-h/0612091933b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SjaRL9kyyAI/AAAAAAAAAYc/qAoZSqagLlI/s320/0612091933b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347621242242516994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SjaRLk0DZOI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-oU08wJdUGQ/s1600-h/0612091933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SjaRLk0DZOI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-oU08wJdUGQ/s320/0612091933.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347621235595633890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-8872826943017510748?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/8872826943017510748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=8872826943017510748' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/8872826943017510748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/8872826943017510748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/06/bubble-battle-nyc-pics.html' title='Bubble Battle NYC: The Pics'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SjaSBhEpk2I/AAAAAAAAAZc/Ykr4bChfOaI/s72-c/0612091933a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-2703463318843469977</id><published>2009-06-15T04:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T04:59:29.736-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shows'/><title type='text'>True Blood: Bitch I'm Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jghanks.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/trueblood051409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 563px;" src="http://jghanks.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/trueblood051409.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't believe its back since &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;August&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I've been twindling my thumbs lol. Whoever made this poster is a complete jackass they make the show look so corny when its the exacy opposite. I mean come on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-2703463318843469977?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/2703463318843469977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=2703463318843469977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/2703463318843469977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/2703463318843469977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/06/true-blood-bitch-im-back.html' title='True Blood: Bitch I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-2433059882266114451</id><published>2009-06-11T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T13:07:01.313-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john krasinski'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it factor'/><title type='text'>The "It" Factor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wereadtoknow.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/final-john1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 425px; height: 599px;" src="http://wereadtoknow.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/final-john1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JOHN &lt;b&gt;krasinski&lt;/b&gt;. I wanna bite his nose, I feel like its made of cream puffs. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;[too much?]&lt;/span&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/4532341633413417592-2433059882266114451?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/2433059882266114451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=2433059882266114451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/2433059882266114451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/2433059882266114451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-factor.html' title='The &quot;It&quot; Factor'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-1890900898254660090</id><published>2009-06-11T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:16:01.498-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubble battle 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exit'/><title type='text'>Bubble Battle NYC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs082.snc1/4560_758961927332_28129308_48493551_2226107_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 417px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs082.snc1/4560_758961927332_28129308_48493551_2226107_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs033.snc1/3236_749681151082_28129308_48063622_2906594_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs033.snc1/3236_749681151082_28129308_48063622_2906594_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Father Duffy Square. 47th and Broadway. Plus the Afterparty at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Club Exit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Friday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/4532341633413417592-1890900898254660090?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/1890900898254660090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=1890900898254660090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/1890900898254660090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/1890900898254660090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/06/bubble-battle-nyc.html' title='Bubble Battle NYC'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-4894860185487083198</id><published>2009-06-11T00:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:08:43.404-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bartender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emily'/><title type='text'>I Drink. Therefore I Pour.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mixmatters.com/cds/2007-large/T-Pain-Bartender.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 474px; height: 464px;" src="http://www.mixmatters.com/cds/2007-large/T-Pain-Bartender.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I think he was talking bout me. then again I don't date ugly ppl lmao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think I'm going to be a bartender. IDK I need money and even if I get a job its not enough. &lt;div&gt;Emily wanted me to join in April but I was hesistant cause honestly I don't have 800 dollars lying around.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom and I were doing some life planning and I brought it up and she says it might be a good idea. So I've made an appointment with one of the schools. We'll see. Plus I'm a woman and everyone wants a woman bartender so the guest can have something beautiful to look at LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean with these ta-tas who need to know what drinks to make. I think I'll do good IF it happens I mean I stay up half the nite anyway why not make some money. Plus I like dressing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope I don't get some stalker like the dude from Playa's Club I would def be in some shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a big black man, not to be my friend but just to intimidate people. Nothing is scarier. According to some people, phuck even me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made an appt. today  to see if I want to pursue it, but I missed it cause I got my hair done.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;[My priorities are so on point right now]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4532341633413417592-4894860185487083198?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/4894860185487083198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=4894860185487083198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/4894860185487083198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/4894860185487083198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-drink-therefore-i-pour.html' title='I Drink. Therefore I Pour.'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-2787934572401052273</id><published>2009-06-10T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T16:00:09.364-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shows'/><title type='text'>The Cleveland Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Can't Wait!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qstKasCMFUE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qstKasCMFUE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-2787934572401052273?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/2787934572401052273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=2787934572401052273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/2787934572401052273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/2787934572401052273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/06/cleveland-show.html' title='The Cleveland Show'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-2233074127493864514</id><published>2009-06-09T19:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:34:02.789-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Adele.</title><content type='html'>Josh showed me this video and I loved it. I like simple nice shit like this. Simple lyrics. Simple &lt;i&gt;but&lt;/i&gt; innovative video. I missed the Adele train but I def caught the next one....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I missed the Amy Winehouse train too but I don't regret that one too much. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;tee hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Click Ithe link cause I can't seem to find a video to embed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;[lazy]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fcaSngxJCHA"&gt;Hometown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fcaSngxJCHA"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fcaSngxJCHA"&gt;Glory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fcaSngxJCHA"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-2233074127493864514?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/2233074127493864514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=2233074127493864514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/2233074127493864514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/2233074127493864514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/06/adele.html' title='Adele.'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-6638482135049560549</id><published>2009-06-09T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T16:04:00.715-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the hangover'/><title type='text'>The Hangover: A Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Si6nc0dEbAI/AAAAAAAAAYM/lWIgElxIoY0/s1600-h/the_hangover.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Si6nc0dEbAI/AAAAAAAAAYM/lWIgElxIoY0/s320/the_hangover.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345393921294101506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sunday I watched &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;the hangover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I was really blatant about not watching stupid movies that aren't funny and a waste of my time because.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The tickets are 12+ dollars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I get pissed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I wasted 2hours of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister convinced me to watch it because it has Zach blahblahblahwatevs in it. I love this comedian he's so awkward and funny. I don't know why he has such a long last name that I can never remember. I know it must be somewhat good cause I only see him in good shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was surprised at how good it was. I was laughing OUT LOUD. Usually I'll smirk and say oh that's cute but it was really funny. It wasn't too extreme and unimaginable like those stupid movies that end with MOVIE. It was all types of funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Physical Comedy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crude Dark Humor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slapstick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inappropriate Behavior and Humor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarcasm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Airheads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plus it has a story line that it&lt;b&gt; follows&lt;/b&gt;. It's in &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; perfect place to push the envelope LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the movie was done I felt so &lt;b&gt;WRONG&lt;/b&gt; bout this. I admitted defeat to Joshua and he bathed in the triumph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;So anyone looking to laugh and actually enjoy a comedy. This is the New Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;[watching it high will be even better]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;8.5/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4532341633413417592-6638482135049560549?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/6638482135049560549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=6638482135049560549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/6638482135049560549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/6638482135049560549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/06/hangover-review.html' title='The Hangover: A Review'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Si6nc0dEbAI/AAAAAAAAAYM/lWIgElxIoY0/s72-c/the_hangover.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-2042717459379928895</id><published>2009-06-09T13:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:04:16.468-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shades'/><title type='text'>I Found You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Si6j0jP8OII/AAAAAAAAAYE/KCdQv-Pl-Ik/s1600-h/bluemirrorshopgal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Si6j0jP8OII/AAAAAAAAAYE/KCdQv-Pl-Ik/s320/bluemirrorshopgal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345389930945984642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes bitches I was on a mission and I found them on eBay. I had put in so many different stupid keywords. Sort through thousands of results. But I found it and for cheap with free shipping.&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-are-you.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;original post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;[swiss beatz voice]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AM I THE BEST? &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-2042717459379928895?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/2042717459379928895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/2042717459379928895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-found-you.html' title='I Found You.'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/Si6j0jP8OII/AAAAAAAAAYE/KCdQv-Pl-Ik/s72-c/bluemirrorshopgal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-5099026472669938738</id><published>2009-06-09T11:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:26:01.206-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Ooo The 90s: Republica</title><content type='html'>I love this song. It's so 90s. I never really investigated if I liked any of their other songs. It's just one of those things I guess. You just like the song and move on. Plus I like the video. There negative imaging and zooming in and out&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;. DON'T&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WATCH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THIS &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HIGH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lol. I swear I was sober and I was like wtf?! Are my eyes playing tricks on me?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G3BmxjhmN20&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G3BmxjhmN20&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/4532341633413417592-5099026472669938738?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/5099026472669938738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=5099026472669938738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/5099026472669938738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/5099026472669938738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/06/ooo-90s-republica.html' title='Ooo The 90s: Republica'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-3736007931236861590</id><published>2009-06-08T09:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:54:40.491-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joshua'/><title type='text'>Aww.</title><content type='html'>Kermit Boogerface got a promotion. I'm so proud of my boyfriend. He's officially a manager at Michael K in soho. Yay!!! Now he can really enjoy his summer lol &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;[paper stacks]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess they finally realized that he runs that store. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So go shop there. Let him get some comission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;[I'm not playing bout the comission part, when you go to register say Josh helped you. We need money]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Alrite no more shameless plugs LOL&lt;/span&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/4532341633413417592-3736007931236861590?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/3736007931236861590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=3736007931236861590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/3736007931236861590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/3736007931236861590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/06/aww.html' title='Aww.'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-2593474803829213725</id><published>2009-06-06T02:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T02:16:01.848-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why'/><title type='text'>A Goal.</title><content type='html'>I'm going to do at least 45 posts this month, insane in the membrane indeed &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch me work bitches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-2593474803829213725?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/2593474803829213725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/2593474803829213725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/06/goal.html' title='A Goal.'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-267601020618704968</id><published>2009-06-05T13:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:58:02.262-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='richgirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='he aint wit me now [tho]'/><title type='text'>The Return of The Girl Group [Sweet]</title><content type='html'>I actually like this song and the group *gasp*&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zEhlYW3GRyE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zEhlYW3GRyE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;[They tried shoving eletric red down my throat, they can't sing and barely dance]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although the makeup artist needs a smack...All they're noses are so off....like learn some contouring. They look better in a regular setting which is just a &lt;b&gt;no-no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;They're on Jive...So high five, they got good management&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[PHUCK BADBOY]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-267601020618704968?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/267601020618704968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=267601020618704968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/267601020618704968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/267601020618704968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/06/return-of-girl-group-sweet.html' title='The Return of The Girl Group [Sweet]'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-3789436573769129911</id><published>2009-06-05T09:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T09:47:04.454-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentence spicers'/><title type='text'>Sentence Enhancers</title><content type='html'>Well this is a whole statement so it will enhance your paragraph or stanza..... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;watevs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;"eat a bag of baby dicks"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Jus visualizing and wrapping your mind around will have everyone befuddled&lt;/span&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/4532341633413417592-3789436573769129911?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/3789436573769129911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=3789436573769129911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/3789436573769129911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/3789436573769129911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/06/sentence-enhancers.html' title='Sentence Enhancers'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-5923396500180860630</id><published>2009-06-05T01:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T01:47:12.687-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joshua'/><title type='text'>I Feel...</title><content type='html'>Like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Bubblegum&lt;/span&gt;. My ass is just stuck and I'm not amused anymore. The flavor has fucking ran out and I need to get going. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Dilemmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I got the last piece to my bf's phucked up puzzle that he calls his life. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;[The puzzle was all black lol and 1000 pieces, yes its phucked up]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This phrase has never been more true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Its not what you know its who you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4532341633413417592-5923396500180860630?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/5923396500180860630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/5923396500180860630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel.html' title='I Feel...'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532341633413417592.post-8762390554354309157</id><published>2009-06-04T16:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T16:16:39.334-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopnastygirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shades'/><title type='text'>Where are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Testarossa Safety Shades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shopnastygal.com/product_images/a/030509223__60107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.shopnastygal.com/product_images/a/030509223__60107.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They're sold out in both colors at &lt;a href="http://www.shopnastygal.com/products/vintage/clothing/eyewear/Testarossa-Safety-Shades-%252d-Orange-Mirrored.html"&gt;shopnastygirl.com&lt;/a&gt;... I CAN'T FIND YOU!!! I'm Desperate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532341633413417592-8762390554354309157?l=bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/feeds/8762390554354309157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532341633413417592&amp;postID=8762390554354309157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/8762390554354309157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532341633413417592/posts/default/8762390554354309157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweetlanguage.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-are-you.html' title='Where are You?'/><author><name>Bang Bang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777426804480468750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2V5_XK4pCFM/SRkllZM7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kBqKdQLgp3g/S220/Photo+469.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
