<?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-10240349</id><updated>2011-04-28T22:54:39.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>I like getting things off my chest with out hurting people's feelings. My honesty is mistaken for me being mean. Feel free to comment.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsjustwack.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10240349/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsjustwack.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>reckless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00719814212757986712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10240349.post-115922019898868347</id><published>2006-09-25T17:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T17:36:39.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK... BACK AS AN ANGRY BLACK WOMAN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's been a while since i actually wrote in the blogger; I kinda lost track of letting people know how i feel. I have serveral topics that I can discuss but rather than writing organized thoughts, i'm just going to vent! Why am I angry you might ask... it's actually quite simple. I HATE PEOPLE WHO USE OTHER PEOPLE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let's define what I mean by using:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Don't hold on to a person b/c you feel like they are all you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Don't speak to me because you are bored or because you are mad at another friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Don't ask me for something just because you know im a giving person and you have no other way of getting what you want unless you ask me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. Don't treat me like im stupid... I know there are other motives for your niceness or other motives for the way people treat me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok... even though that sounds vague. Let's get to the issue at hand. Have you ever tried to remain calm just because you know that you getting upset never makes the situation better? Have you ever remained calm because you didn't want people to see how angry you really are? Have you ever remained calm to keep from hurting another person's feelings? Well I have and to be honest... I'm sick and tired of the bullshit... When i say sick and tired... I really mean SICK AND FUCKIN TIRED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So much has happened to me in 2006, i'm not even going to pretend that this year has been good to me. The only good thing that I feel has happened that is good is that god wakes me up every day just to live another day which is absolutely wonderful. I feel like i have lost some of my closest friend's to absolute bullshit, i have lost part of my sanity, and i have lost part of me most of all. I am no longer the same person I used to be and every time i feel like I'm getting close to finding me... ill be damned if something else doesn't happen. I started going to church... and you should never go to church when bad things happen only but this time I couldn't help it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RIGHT NOW IM STRAIGHT UP ANGRY... I COULD PUNCH A PERSON IN THE FACE, I COULD POKE A PERSON'S EYES OUT, I COULD LITERALLY SPIT IN A PERSON'S FACE, I COULD KICK A PERSON WHERE IT HURTS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND NO IM NOT TALKING ABOUT ONE PERSON IN PARTICULAR BEFORE ANYONE TRIES TO BLOW ANYTHING OUT OF PROPORTION... IM JUST FUCKIN ANGRY AT THE WORLD RIGHT NOW!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIRED OF PEOPLE ASKING ME STUPID FUCKIN QUESTIONS, TIRED OF PEOPLE DOING THINGS THAT THEY KNOW THEY SHOULDN'T!!! IM TIRED AND ANGRY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OK THATS ENUFF FOR NOW... IM LEAVING WORK AND EVERYBODY HAVE A NICE FUCKING DAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10240349-115922019898868347?l=thatsjustwack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsjustwack.blogspot.com/feeds/115922019898868347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10240349&amp;postID=115922019898868347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10240349/posts/default/115922019898868347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10240349/posts/default/115922019898868347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsjustwack.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-back-back-as-angry-black-woman.html' title='I&apos;M BACK... BACK AS AN ANGRY BLACK WOMAN!'/><author><name>reckless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00719814212757986712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10240349.post-113406384694004500</id><published>2005-12-08T12:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T12:44:06.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>So I have been working since June 20, and you know what: the real world sucks but I enjoy it a lot better than school. I am in a new relationship, got a new job, got another car (not a new car but another car), in the process of gettin an apt. I guess life isn't that bad just a bit boring. This is one thing i would like to know however: Why is it that when you get in the real world you cut off over half of the friends  you had. Maybe they weren't friends at all but people that you used to entertain ur fancy! I figure people talk a lot of SH!T when they figure they never have to see you again. It's ok though b/c apparently i didnt care about them either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes let me go back to working before i get caught.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10240349-113406384694004500?l=thatsjustwack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsjustwack.blogspot.com/feeds/113406384694004500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10240349&amp;postID=113406384694004500' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10240349/posts/default/113406384694004500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10240349/posts/default/113406384694004500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsjustwack.blogspot.com/2005/12/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>reckless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00719814212757986712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10240349.post-112562096934491909</id><published>2005-09-01T20:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T20:29:29.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Real World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let's talk about the real world today! As many of you know my blogging has slacked off because I am now in the real world. I work a real corporate america job, and i get paid real money of which everybody seems to want to ask for some not realizing that i have to pay real world bills. but anyway lets not go there at this moment. lets start with something fairly simple: my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work at a brokerage company doing a lot of processing and talkin on the phone kinda sorta. its not bad except for when people get real annoyin and act like i wont hang up on their asses.  (they are learning I DO HANG UP ON PEOPLE!)  not only that i work with a really annoying white guy who dont know how to just sit his fat ass down somewhere. to top it off the other ugy that works at the desk close to him put air freshener in his desk b/c he said the dude stinks b/c he farts all day. how fuckin nasty is that!? other than that work is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets talk about how i make real money but im still broke. i guess thats what i get for accumulating bills while bein in college. do you know that sprint sent my ass to collections... guess what tho. i still aint givin them shit. fuck that! not only that dr's new i didnt have no fuckin insurance... why they sendin me dr. bills from then too.  i guess thats wat i get for bein allergic to damn near everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels really wierd to not be gettin ready to go back to school too by the way. its like i get up everyday for work go to work and come back. but hey when i get home i dont have to study, do hw, or worry bout wat some professor says. i like it... i like it a lot... as a matter of fact I LOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im actually gettin tired but lets talk about how i have to commute to work via public transportation b/c i refuse to pay for gas. WTF BUSH NEED TO GET HIS ACT TOGETHER B/C THERE IS NO REASON WHY THE PRICE OF GAS SHOULD BE THAT FUCKIN HIGH! MAN DONE LOST HIS FUCKIN MIND. not to mention school is bout to start so i gotta commute in the morning wit all those bad ass kids who are goin to school. somethin's gotta give cuz im not bout to be standin on the bus everyday just cuz someone's kid gotta go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well in the mean time ill be thinking of things to write in my blog. i think all day long about silly stuff maybe ill write myself a post it so i can remember. im gettin old and my memory is gettin bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10240349-112562096934491909?l=thatsjustwack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsjustwack.blogspot.com/feeds/112562096934491909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10240349&amp;postID=112562096934491909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10240349/posts/default/112562096934491909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10240349/posts/default/112562096934491909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsjustwack.blogspot.com/2005/09/real-world.html' title='Real World'/><author><name>reckless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00719814212757986712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10240349.post-111457533334015486</id><published>2005-04-27T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T00:15:33.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A McDonald's Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I should be studying however I needed to take a moment to talk about my trip to McDonalds.  We all know how they sell 2 apple pies for a dollar. So what if I wanted three. Why did the man say we can't sell you three, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;we sell only 2, 4, or 6&lt;/span&gt;. You mean to tell me they can't ring them up separately. After a little frustration me and my friend were like fine 4 apple pies. Then most of the time we don't pull off with out checking the bag. Yea you got it right, we left with out checking but we didn't get far. Of course a large fry was missing.  We nicely turn around b/c we were only a block away and we tell the guy. We get to the window to get the fries, and of course &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE BITCH NO SPEAKA THA GOT DAMN ENGLISH!&lt;/span&gt; I'm really gonna need them to stop hiring people if they can't speak english and on top of all that working a drive through menu. I was so disgusted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of course while we were in the drive through the second time there was a homeless person begging for money to get food. Then you go the McDonald's manager yelling at her in a language that definately wasn't english and the homeless girl says "shut up im hungry!" and continues to beg. Now that was hilarious.  Of course we didn't give her any money or food but let me clarify why.  There are so many programs out out here in this country that allows for homeless people to not go hungry.  Why cant they go to the shelter and get some food. I have come to the conclusion that some of them not all of them that go out begging for money are n ot homeless but yet they are junkies who really need money for drugs.  I bet you if i bought her some fries... she'd look at me and be like can i have the money please. Actually i even saw that happen before. They dont be hungry for food the be hungry for watever sooths their mind at the moment. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On that note im going back to studying for the very last quiz of my undergraduate career!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/10240349-111457533334015486?l=thatsjustwack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsjustwack.blogspot.com/feeds/111457533334015486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10240349&amp;postID=111457533334015486' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10240349/posts/default/111457533334015486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10240349/posts/default/111457533334015486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsjustwack.blogspot.com/2005/04/mcdonalds-run.html' title='A McDonald&apos;s Run'/><author><name>reckless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00719814212757986712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10240349.post-111336737180959883</id><published>2005-04-13T00:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T00:42:51.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck You and Have a Nice Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Well i noticed that my last post actually turned into a commenting battle. Someone asked me to delete all of them because of the ignorance but hey their ignorance is madd funny so im leaving it! Now as far as me being a racist. I'm not! As far as the two commentors... I know them both and neither one of them are racist either.  It was merely one person fuckin with another! Now lets recap on a few comments that basically had me cracking up. No pun intended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the kissing the dog comment had to be one of the funniest along with owning your name! Who thinks of stuff like that? of course my line sister does. Great thing how she came to the rescue after the person called me a racist bastard. YOU GO GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  the al sharpton comment was kinda unique... Only he would think of something like that today. Then he went and called her an idiot. (in my head i was like oh shit he done started something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  So yea he made fun of her name. The names she made up had me cryin laughing; wow at her calling him billy joe or something like that. I swear she is wreckless as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  So he finds out that she is tough and that is what i think made fight go even further cuz he seems to be a determined character.  And the comment of if you can't beat em you might as well join them made it seem like he was just about to surrender until.... he called her a damn coon. What the fuck did he do that for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Yes of course he just made her angry. Now see it could have been done there but he made her angry. What a fuckin shame cuz her come back was hilarious but at the same time she was mad so then i was like yea i gotta put an end to this cuz this is going too far.  Yes everybody you guessed it. The coon comment put her over the edge cuz she then called him a cracker ass... sorry my dear ls but this guy is black. In fact he is going to tell you who he is soon. But yea the ignorance has annoyed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Oh yea he used a sike comment. How authentic right. He then continued to say things like she eats chicken and watermelon and chitterlings. Now by this time im actually dying laughing to the point that im crying. Then he went on with the massa comments. I must admit... that was real ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. She finally has kinda put an end to this. She asked me to delete the comments but for the use of this post i will not. lol but she did call him a loser because wat is he doing as she said besides having her type herself to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*** Note: I know both of these people commenting and yes i did let them comment to each other knowing that I knew both of them. I did not think it would go this far however the shit is funny. Sorry to the commenter thats Anonomous... Had to put the battle to an end.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now to clear the air about a couple of things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. I do not write blogs just to start comment wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I write things about either something I have experienced recently or the past that I just thing I have to get off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Yes people do make me angry but no I do not put people's governments out there like that; so be thankful instead of calling me ignorant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you don't like the things that I say... Stop fucking reading. Most of you read for amusement any damn way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Realize that i'm not beat; im just blatently honest. Get with the program, everybody isn't put in this world to sugar coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10240349-111336737180959883?l=thatsjustwack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsjustwack.blogspot.com/feeds/111336737180959883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10240349&amp;postID=111336737180959883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10240349/posts/default/111336737180959883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10240349/posts/default/111336737180959883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsjustwack.blogspot.com/2005/04/fuck-you-and-have-nice-day.html' title='Fuck You and Have a Nice Day!'/><author><name>reckless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00719814212757986712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10240349.post-111301942179270807</id><published>2005-04-08T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T19:20:58.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Hate All White People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some people I think mis-understand me when I express how I feel sometimes. Not that I have something against white people but some of them do some really dumb shit. Like I work around a lot of white people and some of them say and do some really jacked up things. I'm not a racist, in fact i'm cool with a lot of white people; however I do not like it when:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They go to hand you something but then they see that your black and toss it at you. Bitch I will punch you in the throat, You don't fucking know me like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. They give you the stare, like they never saw a black person in their lives. You see people of color every single day. Why must you stare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. They ask you... What nationality are you. Now assholes you all see the color of my skin. I know some people around you are definately hispanic but don't i look fuckin black to you? And no i'm not fuckin african. No offense to the africans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. They smile in your face, then turn around and talk to their friends and say things such as" that nigger, or call us "ignorant black people". Yall betta watch ya fuckin mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. They say things to your boss to get you fired; but then smile in your face and talk shit about the exact same boss that they running their mouth to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Oh and don't let me forget, I hate those white bosses who only make the black people do stuff and let the white people chill. Don't ask me to go outside you fuckin idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list can go on but lucky i'm on my way out the door to do something of importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So let me restate that: i'm not a racist and i don't hate all white people. Some happen to get on my nerves and someone needs to punch they asses dead in the fucking throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10240349-111301942179270807?l=thatsjustwack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsjustwack.blogspot.com/feeds/111301942179270807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10240349&amp;postID=111301942179270807' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10240349/posts/default/111301942179270807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10240349/posts/default/111301942179270807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsjustwack.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-dont-hate-all-white-people.html' title='I Don&apos;t Hate All White People'/><author><name>reckless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00719814212757986712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10240349.post-111294416022782321</id><published>2005-04-08T02:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T18:26:22.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>March of Dimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Recently I have been working on fundraising for March of Dimes. Its for a good cause so why not right?! Now when you ask people to donate money you should always expect to get all kinds of excuses but at the same time do people have to be rude? This post is going to give examples of what happend while I was trying to collect money to help save premature babies. Its touching when you find out that the ring on your finger and go all the way up a premature babies arm. I was amazed by that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things that happened:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Most people said they didn't have any money on them. So I said oh thats not a problem we will come back another day or you can donate through a website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Some people just ignore the fact that you were talking to them and walk away. Now thats just plain fucking rude. Bitch ass people. That makes me angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Some people just don't donate. I can accept that because at least if they not donating to March of Dimes they not donating to anything else either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Some people lie and say "oh i'm going to donate". then they never do. But at least they had the decency to make up a good lie.. i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. This one lady called me a solicitor. The bitch said "I didn't know students could solicit administration at their desks" Bitch I aint no whore i dont want ur money for not kinky shit. Get your life together. She don't know how bad she was about to get her ass beat but thats another story in and of its self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. This one ROTC man, *yes he is a man in the military* got angry and said, "I'm mad you came in here and asked me for money for this." Like really excuse the fuck out of me for trying to do something for a good cause. He lucky he gave me five dollars or I might have punched his hill billy ass in the fuckin face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So for everyone the morale of this blog is to do something right for once in your life and donate to march of dimes. To make it easy for everyone I will post my link so that if you want to donate its easy. Click the link and give, give, give, then give again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.walkamerica.org/richarch"&gt;http://www.walkamerica.org/richarch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10240349-111294416022782321?l=thatsjustwack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsjustwack.blogspot.com/feeds/111294416022782321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10240349&amp;postID=111294416022782321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10240349/posts/default/111294416022782321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10240349/posts/default/111294416022782321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsjustwack.blogspot.com/2005/04/march-of-dimes.html' title='March of Dimes'/><author><name>reckless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00719814212757986712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10240349.post-111039637315138629</id><published>2005-03-09T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T14:26:13.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IM BACK</title><content type='html'>I must admit... I took a little vacation from the blogger for a while. During that time a lot has happened. Some I'll tell you about and some I won't. First off, I guess I'll talk about my vacation. I went to Atlanta and had a lot of fun. One thing I noticed is that a lot of Atlanta people say "folk" a lot. Not saying that they are country because we all know im from down south too. I enjoyed every moment of it. The hotel was awesome, the restaurants were awesome, and that movie "Diary of a Madd Black Woman" was hilarious. Sad thing is I hated coming back and that might have affected the way I feel about living in NJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll get back to why I have been so busy before spring break. School is the reason. Professors make me sick and now all I want to do is graduate. I still have that same dick head professor from last semester. He's less arrogant but he is still a bitch. When we came back from break and had class the side of his face looked like someone beat the living shit out of him. Sorry I guess I went on a tangent about how I really dislike him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I think im going to have to update you on majority of the stuff at another time because im absolutely tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10240349-111039637315138629?l=thatsjustwack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsjustwack.blogspot.com/feeds/111039637315138629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10240349&amp;postID=111039637315138629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10240349/posts/default/111039637315138629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10240349/posts/default/111039637315138629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsjustwack.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-back.html' title='IM BACK'/><author><name>reckless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00719814212757986712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10240349.post-110807901922933512</id><published>2005-02-10T18:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T18:43:39.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is this Professor Wasting My Time?</title><content type='html'>You know how everyone is supposed to be studious and go to class and blah blah blah. Some professors however make me want to put a gun to my head and blow my fuckin brains out! Why does class have to be this boring. I hate it when people talk at the class and really thing anyone is paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you guessed it I am in class. No I am not paying attention because everything that comes out is mouth is another language. Not one person is paying attention. Everyone is chatting on AIM. I wish he would get a paper cut on his wrist and DIE. What makes a person so boring? I bet you he has no personal life, no girl friend, he's still a virgin most likely. He wears a wedding band to make us think he isn't lonely. Thats the only reasoning I can think of for any professor to come and torture a class this much. I mean I have had some horrible classes in my day but at least it was able to hold my attention span for longer than 3 minutes. Then I really think he thinks that he is doing a good job. He all drawing on the bored like someone is remotely paying attention to him. Look ooo let me draw on the board because it makes me look like im teaching. He really needs to get it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kind of looks like a character that belongs on charlie brown too. You know the character that gets beat up all the time for talking when nobody wants to hear them speak. He is definitely one of those. Good thing he's not a middle school teacher; I think I would have thrown spit balls at him or something (yes i know thats disgusting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ON A BRIGHTER NOTE: I spoke to my little sister today. She plays basketball for her school. They are 7-1 and in first place... in her words "tourney baby" we gonna bring the house down. I'm so proud of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10240349-110807901922933512?l=thatsjustwack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsjustwack.blogspot.com/feeds/110807901922933512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10240349&amp;postID=110807901922933512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10240349/posts/default/110807901922933512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10240349/posts/default/110807901922933512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsjustwack.blogspot.com/2005/02/why-is-this-professor-wasting-my-time.html' title='Why is this Professor Wasting My Time?'/><author><name>reckless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00719814212757986712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10240349.post-110789101446797411</id><published>2005-02-08T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T14:30:14.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Eventful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well I haven't written in the blogger for a while now but nothing really interesting enuff has happened to make me have an outburst lately. Well at least I don't think so. However I will re-cap on a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1: &lt;u&gt;The Fashion Show&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WISO did a good job I think, the fault is not on them. They did choose the worse coordinator ever though. He really needed to get his act together and be on time. They did need to choose a MC though. Nothing against the person who did it but it was a waste of his time to waste the audiences time. SHOUT OUT to the dj's that were patient with the coordinator cuz if it was me.... yea i think i would have left them high and dry. As far as the after party... it was ok but i would prefer to never go to that place every again. I felt so ridiculously old. Why were these little kids dancing on me. Like wtf... I could have stayed at the bar all nite and been fine. O and by the way... there were a lot of asses out at the fashion show. Some people needed to hit the gym but hey you get that in any fashion show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2: &lt;u&gt;People's tone of voice&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there is this person that learned a very valuable lesson. You do not raise ur voice at someone who could possibly smack the shit out of you. See I think this girl really forgot who she was talking to so I had to stop her in her steps and really be like "im sorry I dont think you realized who u are talking to... dont you EVER raise your voice at me again" I think i put that quite simple. I hope she learned her lesson. And to everyone... NO I DID NOT HIT HER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3: &lt;u&gt;Wreckless ass CAMPUS HOE SONG&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see people are way more wreckless than me. There is this song circulating around campus, other campuses, and just among common people. It shouts out some girls by name and wow did they really get it. I don't know if any of it is true. Right about now I dont think i even want to know. It was some really nasty shit. I actually know the people they talking about too. If it was me i would have been wylin luckily i have never and will never be out there like that. I know these girls are mad. I mean everybody was talking about it. I hope the guys know they can get sued for defamation of character. I dont even know how these girls walk around. Yo that is the type of shit that makes you want to quit school. Embarrassing as hell. Luckily i feel bad for them or i would find a way to post the link to get to it on this page. Well maybe I am that wreckless and i just dont know how to post a link. Rumor has it they are coming out with a part two. This could get real ugly. Not only that they could have picked so many more people to talk on so im glad they kept it to a minimum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4: &lt;u&gt;My Car&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I finally broke down and put my car in the shop. Yea the shit was really really broke. It is going to cost hella money to get out but hey maybe it will work for real this time. A lot of people keep tellin me I should just buy a new car. Come on people i am not sittin on thousands of dollars and I can not afford a car payment so how the hell am going to do that. But anyway the guy at the place was really nice. He even fixed the gas leak for free. Gave me some tips... now he wants his money for fixing it. I even pulled the im a female college student can i have a discount on him. Believe it or not he fell for it. Oh well, I'm just happy to be getting my car back. I missed the lil bug. Im even going to take it to the car wash. She gonna fell all new. Yes, my car is a lady... she acts like a true bitch sometimes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5: &lt;u&gt;Spring break plans&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have my tickets to go to ATL shawty for spring break. Of all the years of me being in school i never really went anywhere and had plans to actually do things. I mean dont get me wrong this isnt the most amazing trip but at least im goin somewhere other than home. Who knows whats going to happen and who cares but hey im goin to ATL shawty so thats all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;OK WELL THATS THE END OF THE ENTRY FOR THE DAY! HAVE FUN YOU GUYS BROWSE MY LINKS MAYBE YOU WILL FIND SOMETHING INTERESTING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10240349-110789101446797411?l=thatsjustwack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsjustwack.blogspot.com/feeds/110789101446797411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10240349&amp;postID=110789101446797411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10240349/posts/default/110789101446797411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10240349/posts/default/110789101446797411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsjustwack.blogspot.com/2005/02/nothing-eventful.html' title='Nothing Eventful'/><author><name>reckless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00719814212757986712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10240349.post-110709963418608997</id><published>2005-01-30T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T10:48:49.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Early in the Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So how about i been up since 7:20AM this morning and people continuously call me or make me angry early which ruins my day. Today wasn't as bad. The power went out in my building so if I had not woke myself up I would have been late for work. Then when I get to work the guard on duty at the time was asleep so I have to yell at him several times for him to realize I was there to relieve him. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So then eventually my morning got a little better because my pastor and my grandma called me. Yea that was definitely a booster for the day.&lt;/span&gt; Then someone commenced to making me angry by making demands early in the morning. Yea you definitely don't do that because you surely will get the curse out early on a Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I come to my room I wanted there to be some piece but nooooooooooo... an itch had to get on the phone and talk loud during the time that I wanted to be peaceful time. wtf i want peace and quiet on a Sunday! Now I have to get ready for a series of meetings which will last a long time and i bet you when i get back to my room, I still wont find peace of mind because I'll still have a lot on my mind that I want to say to people (let me correct that: a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; person&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I'm talking to one of my friends about the fashion show that W.I.S.O. is giving.... I have a funny feeling that some people are going to look a &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;HOT MESS&lt;/span&gt;! Now honestly, I will definitely post the day after telling about all the &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;HOT MESSES&lt;/span&gt; (especially those with gaps and smile big, big foreheads with no hair to cover, and the "gay boys" even if they aren't gay!) *** I am not a homophobe so don't make me out to be if you are reading this blog. As a matter of fact i recently found out one of my friends from back home is homosexual and she gets madd props from me as long as she does not hit on me! Then its gonna be PROBLEMS, PROBLEMS, PROBLEMS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now to carry on with my day check up for any updates as well as my connecting blog wit my ls &lt;a href="http://ignant.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ignant.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10240349-110709963418608997?l=thatsjustwack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsjustwack.blogspot.com/feeds/110709963418608997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10240349&amp;postID=110709963418608997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10240349/posts/default/110709963418608997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10240349/posts/default/110709963418608997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsjustwack.blogspot.com/2005/01/early-in-morning.html' title='Early in the Morning'/><author><name>reckless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00719814212757986712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10240349.post-110666860808200928</id><published>2005-01-25T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T11:06:58.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give This Black Man a Pat On the Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I recieved this email from a girl in my class and it actually sat in my inbox for a while; after reading it I thought it was worthy enough to post! I have nothing againtst white people or white women however this lady in particular needs to get smacked! Im glad a black man put her in her place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;subject: FW: A white woman's opinion of a Black Woman!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to give this brother a high five because he sure put this&lt;br /&gt;girl in her place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that an article was written to Sister 2 Sister magazine by a Caucasian woman who requested a response from black men. I'm so glad she got what she asked for (and more) !!!This letter was written in response to an article in Sister 2 Sister:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jamie:&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I would like to challenge some of your Black male readers. I am a White female who is engaged to a Black male-good- looking, educated and loving. I just don't understand a lot of Black female's attitudes about our relationship. My man decided he wanted me because the pickings amongst Black women were slim to none. As he said they were either too fat, too loud, too mean, too argumentative, too needy, too materialistic or carrying too much excess baggage. Before I became engaged, whenever I went out I was constantly approached by Black men, willing to wine and dine me and give me the world. If Black women are so up in arms about us being with their men, why don't they look at themselves and make some changes. I am tired of the dirty looks I get and snide remarks when we're out in public. I would like to hear from some Black men about why we are so appealing and coveted by them. Bryant Gumbel just left his wife of 26 years for one of us. Charles Barkley, Scottie Pippen, the model Tyson Beckford, Montell William s, Quincy Jones, James Earl Jones, Harry Belafonte, Sydney Poitier, Kofi Anan, Cuba Gooding Jr., Don Cornelius, Berry Gordy, Billy Blanks, Larry Fishburne, Wesley Snipes...I could go on and on. But, right now, I'm a little angry and that is why I wrote this so hurriedly. Don't be mad with us White women because so many of your men want us. Get your acts together and learn from us and we may lead you to treat your men better. If I'm wrong, Black men, let me know. Disgusted White Girl, Somewhere in VA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPONSE&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jamie:&lt;br /&gt;I would like to respond to the letter written by A Disgusted White Girl. Let me start by saying that I am a 28-year old black man. I graduated from one of the most prestigious universities in Atlanta, Georgia with a Bachelor of Arts Degree in Business Management. I have a good job at a major corporation and have recently purchased a house. So, I consider myse lf to be among the ranks of successful black men. I will not use my precious time to slander white people. I just want to set the record straight of why black men date white women. Back in the day, one of the biggest reasons why black men dated white women was because they were considered easy. The black girls in my neighborhood were raised in the church. They were very strict about when they lost their virginity and who they lost it to. Because of our impatience to wait, brothers would look for someone who would give it up easy without too much hassle. So, they turned to the white girls. Nowadays, in my opinion, a lot of brothers date white women because they are docile and easy to control. Alot of black men, because of insecurities, fears, and overall weaknesses, have become intimidated by the strength of our black women. We are afraid that our woman will be more successful than us, make more money than us, drive nicer cars and own bigger houses. Because of this fear, many black men look for a more docile woman. Someone we can control. I have talked to numerous black men and they continuously comment on how easy it is to control and walk over their white women. I just want to set the record straight. I want A Disgusted White Girl to know that not all successful black men date white women. Brothers like Ahmad Rashad, Denzel Washington, Michael Jordan, Morris Chestnut, Will Smith, Blair Underwood, Kenneth "Babyface" Edmonds, Samuel L. Jackson,and Chris Rock all married strong black women. And, to flip the scrip, there are numerous white men, in and out of the spot light, who openly or secretly desire black women over white women. Ted Danson, Robert DeNiro, and David Bowie to name a few. I just don't want a disgusted white girl to be misinformed. Stop thinking that because you are white that you are some type of goddess. Remember, when black Egyptian Queens like Hatsepshut and Nitorcris were ruling Dynasties and armies of men in Egypt, you were over in the caves of Europe eating raw meat and beating each other over the head with clubs. Read your history! It was the black woman that taught you how to cook and season your food. It was the black woman that taught you how to raise your children. It was black women who were breast feeding and raising your babies during slavery. It is the black woman that had to endure watching their fathers, husbands, and children beaten, killed, and thrown in jail. Black women were born with two strikes against them: being black and being a woman. And, through all this, Still They Rise! It is because of the black women's strength, elegance, power, love and beauty that I could never date anyone except my black Queen. It is not just the outer beauty that captivates and draws me to them. It is not the fact that they come in all shapes, sizes, colors and shades that I love them. Their inner beauty is what I find most appealing about black women. Their strong spirit, loving and nurturing souls, their integrity, their ability to overcome great obstacles, their willingness to stand for what they believe in, and their determination to succeed and reach their highest potential while enduring great pain and suffering is why I have fallen in love with black women. I honestly believe that your anger is geared more toward jealousy and envy more so than snotty looks. If this were not so, then why do you continuously go to tanning salons to darkenyour skin? If you are so proud to be white, then why don't you just be happy with your pale skin? Why do you continue to inject your lips, hips, and breasts with unnatural and dangerous substances so you can look fuller and more voluptuous? I think that your anger is really a result of you wanting to have what the black woman has. BOTTOM LINE: If I were looking for a docile woman, someone I can walk over and control, I would give you a call. But, unfortunately, I am looking for a Virtuous Woman. Someone that can be a good wife and mother to my children. Someone who can be my best friend and understands my struggles. I am looking for a soul mate. I am looking for a sister and; unfortunately, you do not and CANNOT fit the bill. No offense taken, none given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Black Royalty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10240349-110666860808200928?l=thatsjustwack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsjustwack.blogspot.com/feeds/110666860808200928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10240349&amp;postID=110666860808200928' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10240349/posts/default/110666860808200928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10240349/posts/default/110666860808200928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsjustwack.blogspot.com/2005/01/give-this-black-man-pat-on-back.html' title='Give This Black Man a Pat On the Back'/><author><name>reckless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00719814212757986712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10240349.post-110666698513951603</id><published>2005-01-25T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T10:29:45.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Things Just Bother Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I haven't written in my blog in a couple of days so here we go again. You know how sometimes a lot of things bother you and you never say anything? Well you know I think I have had it!!! I try to be nice then when I flip out on a person then I turn into either the rudest bitch in the world or the meanest bitch in the world. I feel that some people just need to get it together. If you don't want my reactions then stop doing some of the stupid shit that you maintain doing over and over and over again. I know a lot of people noticed that I am really good at ignoring the shit out of a person. Don't make me ignore you because after a while i noticed people have that hurt feeling and I continue to do what I do because I am who I am, NO CHANGING THAT! I realized that I give people their rope and let them hang themselves. Obviously a lot of people did not read my blog because they are still ANNOYING THE SHIT OUTTA ME!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Someone please tell me why someone called me at 7:50 AM in the morning the other day. WTF!!! I know I said to not call me! If its not important and you are not dying then you need not call my phone. Some people may say well why do you answer the phone! Now really what if someone really was dying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Then another thing that really bothered me was... Why did some chick call my phone asking for this dude I know. She had to have gone through his phone and found my number. She is one suspicious and desperate chick because who in their right mind would do that. Don't worry ma; whoever you are that is definitely one dude that I do not want. Besides I have something better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Ok now that I spoke on a couple of things that annoyed me... I guess I'll carry on to some really stupid things that people asked me. Now we all know I don't like for people to ask me questions that they already know the answer to. Why did my roommate ask me if i wanted to go "snowboarding" in the "snow" with her friends because I was in the room all day. Let me start off by saying I hate snow and I hate being cold and the fact that she knew that! Then I think it bothered her that I said that is the dumbest question that she has asked me in a long time. Now really... Get it together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;OMG I almost forgot this lil thing that happened this weekend. I went somewhere and this person that I prefer not to be around was there. Please tell me why the person came up to me and hugged me. I felt so like ugh get the fuck away from me! *** Just had to add that in***.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Now let's end this Post with yet a few more funny comments from Prof.Diab (yes my yoga professor that is on drugs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;"Your grandparents have sex with wrinkly bodies and its great"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;--Im sorry but that is just fuckin disgusting. How can you tell that to your class! I mean damn that just tossed my stomach several times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;"Old people fool around in nursing homes just like college students fool around in dorms"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;--Again ugh who wants to hear that. Imagine some old person in one of those stinky ass nursing homes doing it! like ugh... makes me wanna earl. EARLY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;"All of your moms are going to die and it really stinks doesn't it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;-- Damn that was harsh right. You don't tell that to your class! How do you know someone's mom isn't already dying... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10240349-110666698513951603?l=thatsjustwack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsjustwack.blogspot.com/feeds/110666698513951603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10240349&amp;postID=110666698513951603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10240349/posts/default/110666698513951603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10240349/posts/default/110666698513951603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsjustwack.blogspot.com/2005/01/some-things-just-bother-me.html' title='Some Things Just Bother Me'/><author><name>reckless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00719814212757986712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10240349.post-110617800406530641</id><published>2005-01-19T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T18:40:04.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Your Anus... By Prof. Diab!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Today was an eventful day I must say. The highlight of it came when I went to my Yoga Class. A person think that yoga is just stress relieving and relaxing. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;HOW THE HELL ARE YOU GONNA RELAX IF YOUR PROFESSOR IS CRAZY?&lt;/span&gt; Following will be some comments that she made during class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"Count off by sixes and get in groups... once you are in your group give your name and number to everyone in your group... These are your new friends. Once you introduce yourself tell everyone thank you for being my friend" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-- First of all I don't even know these people. Why was i forced to give them my number. Not only that but they are not my friends... This lady really needs to come back to reality. So after all that you want me to say thank you? After all that we are all just looking at each other like "yea don't really call me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"Since you all know each other you should have a block party with hugs and foot rubs"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-- Now really who the fuck does she think want to hug all the time. I aint rubbing not one foot and i really think someone should slap her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"Stand up and tell everyone your name for example My name is .... then everyone respond saying HIIIIIII ...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-- What are we? in the freakin kindergarten. I seriously feel like 5 or 6 years old. I think maybe just maybe she was secretly high if you know what i mean. Professor Diab get it together... No blazing before class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;{A student says to a girl "You got tissue on your shoe" Profesor Diab says " Oh i told the 2:30 class to put all their tissues in the garbage... some of them had snotty noses" she says this as the girl uses her hand to remove the tissue.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-- Now honestly that's just gross. I mean i heard of breathing through your nose clearly and im sure she was trying to help with that. But if you heard how freely she was talking you would definitely say she has a problem. and Ewww to the girl using her hand to remove the tissue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;{during introductions a student says, "Im from Trinidad" Professor Diab says " oh there is a girl in my 2:30 from there do you know her" the guy looks at her like she is crazy and says "NO"}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-- Ok lady imma need you to get it together. Just because you are from the same place does not mean you know everybody there. I thought that it was common sense to know that. Obviously she lost a few of those marbles too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;"&gt;AND BY FAR THE FUNNIEST MOMENT IN CLASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We are all sitting there and she is talking to us about Nadi' which is a channel of energy. So then she goes on to ask the class do you know what your largest channel of energy is. Now we all make guesses then she finally says it is your mouth. It starts with your might goes down your throat, intestines, stomach blah blah blah and ends with your anus. She goes we should &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE OUR ANUS'S OR WE WILL BE FILLED WITH POOH POOH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; WTF. who says that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;this is a moment i will never forget. I LOVE MY ANUS. CUZ I WOULDN'T WANNA BE FILLED WITH SHIT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What a day!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10240349-110617800406530641?l=thatsjustwack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsjustwack.blogspot.com/feeds/110617800406530641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10240349&amp;postID=110617800406530641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10240349/posts/default/110617800406530641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10240349/posts/default/110617800406530641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsjustwack.blogspot.com/2005/01/love-your-anus-by-prof-diab.html' title='Love Your Anus... By Prof. Diab!'/><author><name>reckless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00719814212757986712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10240349.post-110609157580446245</id><published>2005-01-18T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T18:39:35.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Difference Between Men and Niggas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;After recent events, I have realized that people don't know the difference between a man and a nigga. Let me help some of you pitiful people out there with this dilemma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is not a PG-13 blog so if you are looking for something clean... Close this blog IMMEDIATELY. Now that you have been warned... lets carry along with my definitions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;10 Things that make Men Different from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Niggas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. A man will never put his hands on you to hurt you... A &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; will slap the living shit outta you just because he know you aint gonna do nothing (unless you one of these women in American who will reach the death penalty rather than being abused)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. A man will always take care of his responsibilities... a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; will run far away from you to keep what he know is right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. A man will never make you cry.... a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; will make sure you cry morning, day and night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;4. A man will admit when he is wrong and apologize... A &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; don't give a fuck if he wrong all he wanna do is fuck you or cheat on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;5. A man will never lie to you... a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; will tell you to your face that the sex smell is just your imagination... (yes i know a man that said that to a friend of mine... NIGGA WAS DUMB AS HELL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;6. A man will never use the phrase "Im a man aint i"... a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; will use this every chance he get to justify his scummy ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;7. A man will always make sure you are protected in all things even sex (yea he will wrap the penis up at all times)... a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; will fuck you raw, cum in you and think he did an excellent thing... (Please feel free to disagree... but unwrapped dicks are not always the best thing ever).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;8. A man will call if he cant make it... A &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; will stand you up. (Nigga get it together women could schedule another date)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;9. A man will let his family know their role when budding into their relationships... A &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; will let his family bash his other half because he too scared to speak against his family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;10. A man has goals... a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nigga &lt;/span&gt;don't care what he does with his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;Note: I do not agree with calling anyone a nigga... as a matter of fact i hate the use of the word in just common conversation. Nigga expresses ignorance. We all know there are a lot of ignorant people in this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Women get your minds right... Stop lettin &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NIGGAS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;get away with the dumb shit that they do. Don't get me wrong there are a lot of nice men out there... Mostly all taken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;To all the men who read and agree... more power to you to all the niggas that don't... fuck yall... hate is a strong word but i hate yall dumb asses. If i have one more person who comes to me and says guess what this nigga did i might flip out and say "u dumb bitch".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10240349-110609157580446245?l=thatsjustwack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsjustwack.blogspot.com/feeds/110609157580446245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10240349&amp;postID=110609157580446245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10240349/posts/default/110609157580446245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10240349/posts/default/110609157580446245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsjustwack.blogspot.com/2005/01/difference-between-men-and-niggas.html' title='Difference Between Men and Niggas'/><author><name>reckless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00719814212757986712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10240349.post-110608486840861173</id><published>2005-01-18T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T16:47:48.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That annoy me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;After reading some other Blogs I have learned that this might be my way to be "ignorant and express myself"... by the way everybody calls me Chas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Things that really annoy me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. I really hate it when people seek pity. WTF if i dont like you then I just really dont like you. Dont speak to me, dont tell people to tell me hi... Just forget it and keep it moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. I am really annoyed by the little white lies that turn into big lies. Is it so hard to just be honest? Like really stop playin yaself and just stop freakin lying. (notice... im trying to refrain from using profanity)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;3.Stop acting like you know me. I dont know you and you dont know me. Keep it real, if i didnt have something you wanted or knew someone u wanted to know u wouldnt give me the time of day. You dont know me so keep it moving. I am not to be used.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;4. Dont expect me to say yes to something that you already know im gonna say no to. Why waste your breath. Im really good at saying NO. Saying No makes me happy. Who cares about what you want? Most people know better than to ask me to do stupid things. Like really if its 2am in the  morning, dont call me and ask me to go with you to pick up ya boi cuz he got kicked out. If he got kicked out at 2am.. he's a freakin moron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;5. Do not call before 12 in the afternoon and expect to have a real conversation with me.  Now let's be honest... if you know im not a morning person dont be mad when u get hung up on. or u get blatently treated like a moron via telephone. You ran into that one... all ur fault... no apologies will be given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ok so im tired of talking about things that annoy me. It's story time folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"What Was She Thinking"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;One night my LS and I (yes im in a sorority) decided to go to another school's lock in. So the ride was very long and not to mention she got a speeding ticket going down. So yea we bonded going down very fun stories shared blah blah blah blah blah. Now we get there and we notice 1. it hasnt started 2. chicks are lookin really rude 3. it looks really wack. Now once we get in people stare (I really hate being Stared at).  So yada yada yada later in the evening girls seem to know we are in a sorority and slowly they gravitate one by one and start asking us questions.  And of all people this one really manly girl comes to me and says "hey can i talk to you over in that corner". Now imagine how i felt... I had this really disgusted look on my face, my ls looked at me i looked at her; actually i think i nudged my ls with my foot.  I looked at the girl and was like "uhhhh no i cant go to the corner but u can talk to me right here". ok now lemme explain something very clearly 1. Im not homophobic but im afraid when women come on to me. 2. I aint going to nobody's corner with someone who looks like she will man handle/rape me. Now everyone may ask... Why did she tell this very boring and pointless story? Quite simple.... I GET ANNOYED WHEN WOMEN BLATENTLY HIT ON ME!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10240349-110608486840861173?l=thatsjustwack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsjustwack.blogspot.com/feeds/110608486840861173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10240349&amp;postID=110608486840861173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10240349/posts/default/110608486840861173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10240349/posts/default/110608486840861173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsjustwack.blogspot.com/2005/01/things-that-annoy-me.html' title='Things That annoy me'/><author><name>reckless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00719814212757986712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
