<?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-6420867</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:32:41.122-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PineApple Boogie</title><subtitle type='html'>So what you think ah dat?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-108917833444494840</id><published>2004-07-07T01:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T01:32:14.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>                       "The Squirrel and Rat Theory"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I think rats and squirrels are alike. They are both dirty and nasty, it just that the squirrel has the balls to come out durning the day time and run around."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               -Courtsey: Shanelle G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway today was a GREAT day, it was the first time I went out with a girl since I broke up with Kay and whole year an a half ago. It was a good feeling, I loved my day alot. Shanelle is a nice person, she is realistic and down to earth she is like an "Neo Soul" kind of girl. The whole time we we're out I couldnt help think about how free I felt. Free to do what I pleased with whom I pleased. When I say that I mean, I didnt think about Katie not once, and usally I think about her, at the though of me doing something with another female. So I guess this means that I have fully moved on from her. FREEDOM--FREEDOM--FREEDOM--FREEDOM--FREEDOM&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I took her to Wheaton Mall, Dupont Circle and Union Station. Needless to say we saw alot of strange people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My Goodness, while we're sitting on the park bench **having a nice moment** I saw two fat pigeon, I mean obeses ones. There fat asses couldnt even fly, the just waddled on the ground eating the morsels left behind by the homeless old lady in the park. FAT FUKKRS. Then there was this man doing wheeles, on his bike, and Shanelle was like "ooww look, thats great exercise" then I was like "well, that means he has too much time on his hands,thats not going to pay the bills, so get off the bike an get a job." I tell you the things you see while out on the streets of Washington DC. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aw, you two remind me of me and my husband, when we were married. We met in this same park bench, in 1956. God rest his soul, God bless. Ya'll want something from the sto'?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   -Courtsey: Random Ol' Homeless Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-108917833444494840?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108917833444494840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108917833444494840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108917833444494840' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-108909146640744363</id><published>2004-07-06T01:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T01:24:26.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The main reason I log onto Xanga is to read the blogs of others and maybe even write something in my own. I love reading Dana's, Yvonne boo you crack me up, I love you guys..**cry, cry, sniff, sniff**--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that Kyrs, doesnt even have mesaved to her Xanga. Oh, the humanity.  But anyway, I woul like to send my condolense to Yvonne, Ima miss them glasses homie....lol--Im only doing this to punish you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto something new, AH HA! Shanelle, is a cool chic, I like her. I dont know whats going to happen with me and her, but I know this much that Im going to take me time and do it right. Im not going to rush in head first and fukk up.  Cause heart breaks arent sexy, no sir, not at all. I spent like 4 hours onthe phone with this chic last night, it was a good conversation. She was able to hold my attention, and she has good conversation, that is a big plus for me, you can have looks, money, dress, attitude and whatever else, but if you lack conversation you're just shyt out of luck with me.  Along with her being a nice conversationalist, she is a poet. Im not much of a fan for poetry, but if it sounds good, and I like it I will read more.  More background info on her, she is from Rhode Island (Who da fukk lives in RI but her &amp; her family?) just moved to Oxon Hill, and will be attending PGCCC.  Oh yeah, I forgot to mention the next best thing about her, she's intelligent WOOHOO, can't find to many intellingent people now-a-days.  So thats all that is new in my life. Everything is that same ol' same ol'......By the way Dana's and Yvonne, please be nice, I actually like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more to write about, Im out. Kyrs you better subscribe to MY XANGA!!!! HEFFA.......LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-108909146640744363?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108909146640744363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108909146640744363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108909146640744363' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-108844665300332860</id><published>2004-06-28T14:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T14:17:33.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm online talk to my homie from high school, Takeese and she is telling my how she lives with one of the girl who was an underclass-man while we were there. I'm thinking to myself  thats odd,due to the fact that before we graduated she was living with her sister. Now, Im not one to pry into other peoples business, all I want to know is what happened between her and her sister, you feel me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any-who....today was a good day, yeah Im sort of feeling like Ice Cube here.  Let me see what happend at work thats interesting enough to write about...**thinking** ... Oh! I work with the girl named Melissa and she is the most laziest working in America. This girl is a nasty sloppy work and she's big for nothing. The way Chipotle is set up there is three stations, Im at station two, and she is one station three is the cashier. Ok, since the burritos are made at the moment you order it, our stations tend to get messy from taking the ingredience to build your burrito and at a certain point you have to clean the station cause it just looks messy and nasty from the customers end. Let me tell you this girl doesnt clean her station,doesnt swwet the floor up after she does wipe off the counter to her station. She does such a horrible job at cleaning that I have to go over what the suppositly thought she cleaned. I clean my station the cashiers and her's cause she is too damn lazy. But she pissed me off today cause she wants to ask the GM (general manager) to be bumped up to cashier, and Im thinking to myself, "you cant be no damn cashier, you cant even clean you station properly much less count some damn money." I would have no problem with her being bumped up to cashier if she know what the hell she was doing half the damn time. I dont know her all to well but from know from experience with her, she is not all there in the head. Now let me tell you I've mastered her station and mine and am well equipped to be a cashier to be bumped up. The thing that gets me is that she's been working there before me an she cant wrap a damn burrito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I mean HELLO PEOPLE this company is all about burrito and how can you not know how to wrap one. The reason Im not going to make a big stink about it is that I know that in any company you have to put in  certain amount of  time on one thing before you can be moved on to something else. And the next step up for me is cashier, Im cool with where I am now. Im not going to ask the GM to be moved up, cause I want him to see that I can do the job and do it well at that. I guess what Im trying to say is that  I want ot earn my position... Plus it wont help that my sister is my supervisor and hers (Melissa's) supervisor also. I dont want anyone in the store to get the idea that I only get bumed up cause of the position my sister has. I want them to think that Anika has this postion because countless times she's proved that she deserves it.  In adition the GM ( Jack) is cool, and he likes me, and he knows that I candothe job tht he gired me for (cashier). I proven it to him that I can do it the other day cause the crew was so short handed that he had to come and take over station an things were flowing as if we have a full crew crew (line) has normally 5 people, it was only like 3 of us that day. At the end of the day at closing  he told me that I did a great job today and he was glad I was there. Cause I managed my station some of his and helped the cashier out, while doing all of that I kept all the stations clean.  Unlike Melissa, who can function when faced with  or most task at once, she get flustered.  &lt;br /&gt;Im just glad to have a J-(Just) O-(Over) B-(Broke)......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about her, I think Im going to end this blog now, cause I have to take out of my hair, its time for me to get it done over. ADIOS MI AMIGO, HASTA MANANA... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-108844665300332860?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108844665300332860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108844665300332860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108844665300332860' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-108822492005802188</id><published>2004-06-26T00:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T00:42:00.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'VE GOT AN EYEBROW RING, IT WAS SORT OF A BIRTHDAY PRESENT TO MY DAMN SELF.  DANA'S GOT A LIP RING, WE SOME PIERCED UP HEIFERS!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-108822492005802188?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108822492005802188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108822492005802188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108822492005802188' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-108796789736148656</id><published>2004-06-23T01:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T01:19:50.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>0....&lt;H1&gt; IT'S MY FUKKN BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;          THE BIG 2-OH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;          YEAHHHH!!!!!!!!!&lt;/H1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-108796789736148656?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108796789736148656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108796789736148656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108796789736148656' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-108787957039152061</id><published>2004-06-22T00:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T00:46:10.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-108787957039152061?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108787957039152061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108787957039152061'/><link rel='alternate' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108783399089112797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108783399089112797' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-108770603115027089</id><published>2004-06-20T00:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T00:33:51.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3....Im so Happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-108770603115027089?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-108762001195860534?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108762001195860534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108762001195860534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108762001195860534' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-108753951724863612</id><published>2004-06-18T02:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T02:18:37.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-108753951724863612?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108753951724863612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108753951724863612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108753951724863612' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-108748021151521875</id><published>2004-06-17T09:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T09:50:11.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>6....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-108748021151521875?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108748021151521875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108748021151521875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108748021151521875' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-108736332610925237</id><published>2004-06-16T01:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T01:22:06.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>7....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-108736332610925237?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108736332610925237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108736332610925237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>11....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-108701822547130522?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108701822547130522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108701822547130522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108701822547130522' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-108692744364907454</id><published>2004-06-11T00:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T00:18:54.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>12....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=lets_getit_started&gt;My Xanga&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-108692744364907454?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108692744364907454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108692744364907454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108692744364907454' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>18.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-108641499501348998?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108641499501348998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108641499501348998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108641499501348998' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-108632876073495960</id><published>2004-06-04T01:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T01:59:20.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>19....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-108632876073495960?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108632876073495960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108632876073495960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108632876073495960' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108615535279961422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108615535279961422' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-108603706904127673</id><published>2004-05-31T16:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T16:57:49.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>23.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-108603706904127673?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108603706904127673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108603706904127673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108603706904127673' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-108594232977547011</id><published>2004-05-30T14:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T14:38:49.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, yeah ima do this....one more day left in this month....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the month of june is &lt;strong&gt;MINE&lt;/strong&gt;!....big things will happen for me and if they dont happen, ima make it happen....cause wont &lt;strong&gt;NO DAMN BODY&lt;/strong&gt; fukk up my month of june...&lt;br /&gt;thats all i have to say about that, cause i have to get ready for work...&lt;strong&gt;HOLLA&lt;/strong&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/6420867-108594232977547011?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108594232977547011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108594232977547011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108594232977547011' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-108533396945964378</id><published>2004-05-23T13:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T13:39:29.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know what the hell to write about, its damn near 93 degrees outside and im sweating my ass off.....the lil bit i do have....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i quit my j-o-b? i want to but what would that say about me? im no slacker nor am i a quitter.....um, come to think about it, i kinda am a slacker and quitter...but you've got to understand that this job is fuckin nerve wrecking....everyday i come home smellin like fukkin chicken, i dont even eat the shyt....i mean its so bad that my doggie jumps on me eveytime i come in the house, cause he thinks i have chicken.....oh lets not talk about my so call wanting to taste the proucts of kfc...everything makes my stomach hurt, i can officailly say that its not my cup of tea....no sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is just noone like 50 cent.."stay the fukk away from me, you fukkin fat bytch, fukk with tony yayo...dont you touch me hoe, i mean that shyt..." (courtesy: 50 cent Baby Fat)&lt;br /&gt;that some is just too funny...ok at this point i am out of things to write about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check you black people negros on the flip side.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-108533396945964378?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108533396945964378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108533396945964378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108533396945964378' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-108431039140489827</id><published>2004-05-11T16:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T17:19:51.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These are my confessions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for I have fallen for a ***GUY!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;***be careful what you wish for, I asked for someone with his qualities i just never specified what sex i wanted these qualities in...so the one up above thought it would be funny i send me a male...thats cool...im not going to complain, or be picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but back to the matter at hand, he is a really cool person...finally someone to match my wit, intelligence, sarcasism, and randomness....BUT there is just one problem, he got one of those things called a girlfriend...im okay with that cause if i really want him i'll take him, im up for a challenge....(hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people will judge me no matter what i say, but thats okay, say what you want about me, all i ask is that at the end of you statement(s) about me, make you add in the part about me being happy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-108431039140489827?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108431039140489827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108431039140489827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108431039140489827' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-108408490979765451</id><published>2004-05-09T02:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T02:54:49.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know you are going to eventually read this Vonny_Boo, so can you please call me and inform me of when is your graduation? I would like to attend and suppose you in reaching this milestone in your life.......CONGRATS!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I gotta be "STRANGER", and she gets to be "SHAGGIN WAGON?"&lt;br /&gt;I bet its cause Im black......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-108408490979765451?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108408490979765451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108408490979765451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108408490979765451' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-108291209819951789</id><published>2004-04-25T12:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T23:30:50.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me+you=a whole lotta trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-108291209819951789?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108291209819951789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108291209819951789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108291209819951789' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-108202926852586021</id><published>2004-04-15T07:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T07:45:05.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>where do i go from here? for i have reached rock fucking bottom...im bout do something i hopefully wont regret...for i've become or in the process of becoming all the things i dislike in others....FUCK!---this will be my last blog entry for a fairly long time....talk to "yins folk" lata~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-108202926852586021?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108202926852586021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108202926852586021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108202926852586021' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-108172564000510692</id><published>2004-04-11T19:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T19:24:32.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i got somer weird lookin thing growin on my forearm...i know its from wash them damn utensils and other things at kfc...i'd be damn, kfc done game me some strange unknown desease from dirty sink water...well enough of that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent writing anything of substance in this blog lately...but as i write this im listening to usher cd (confessions) this cd is the TRUF....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked to yvonne finally last night, we talked about absolutely what i dont remember (bad memory)...but i do remember tellin her she was wrong for all the excuses she gave krystin.....then she told me that she would have went if i went with her...i would have went i have no prob with that but i was at work and didnt receive phone message from whom ever answered the phone at my house...but i told her to reschedule and i would go, i just got to find out my days off...i wouldnt mind going to visit krystin in her neck of the wood....even thought im going againt my better judgement, cause i refuse to step foot in bmore, cause everytime i went to bmore something bad happened, first time someone slashed our tires then we semi repair the tire and was on our way home then the tire said "fukk it" the cause was stuck on some damn highway, when out of the blue some damn random tow truck rolled up and the driver only had one damn hand....no offence to the handicapped people but how the freak was a one armed man gonna hook this car up and get all of us to safety...he couldnt i tell you....he had some outragous prices...after we sent him on his was i was think, a tow truck only have space for two people....there was 5 of us...no only thing i got to say about that was where the freak was the rest of to go when he towed the car...4 people would have been left for dead....then the second time the same damn thing happend minus, the tow truck driver and left for dead...&lt;br /&gt;thats two strikes already, and you knowwhat happnes on the third strike..."YOU'RE OUT!" im not fittin to be "outted"....but for the thrill i would go to bmore again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for my current life, im at work most of the time, i clocked out ealry today cause i just coulndt take this mess.....its cold &amp; wet outside so my mood isnt too peachy.....im not upset, im not estatic, im mellow, clam, content.....well, im over here fallin asleep on the keys, so im out! catch me on the flip side....holla!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-108172564000510692?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108172564000510692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108172564000510692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108172564000510692' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-108140958775966761</id><published>2004-04-08T03:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T03:36:55.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ummmmm.... yeah okay, its been a long time...a big "HELLO" to those who take time out of there day to read whats on my mind...yvonne c. if you read this call me, i miss you...you act like you dont know how to speak since i told you we dont sell cornbread....damn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-108140958775966761?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108140958775966761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108140958775966761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108140958775966761' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-108087431394091917</id><published>2004-04-01T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T22:56:41.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These are my confessions&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought I said all I can say&lt;br /&gt;My chick on the side said she got one on the way&lt;br /&gt;These are my confessions&lt;br /&gt;Man I'm throwed and I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I guess I gotta give you part 2 of my confessions&lt;br /&gt;If I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all&lt;br /&gt;Damn near cried when I got that phone call&lt;br /&gt;I'm so throwed and I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;But to give you part 2 of my confessions&lt;br /&gt;.......This by far is the hardest thing I think I've ever had to do&lt;br /&gt;To tell you, the woman I love&lt;br /&gt;That I'm having a baby by a woman that I barely even know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lyrics Courtsey Usher, "Confessions" Album&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo! Man this is my damn song, I also like "Burn"....Good Job!  Ur-Sher (Luda) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-108087431394091917?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108087431394091917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108087431394091917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108087431394091917' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-108068536647034322</id><published>2004-03-30T18:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T18:26:22.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blog battles....this is the life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first off ima need you not to be writing in you blog that i get beat.....when CLEARLY i dont! i dont have any beating marks on me, so ima need you not to be writing false information in your blog about me and katie....and for the record just cause i didnt say it doesnt mean i dont love her....i do love her...im &lt;strong&gt;not in-love&lt;/strong&gt; with her, but i have love for her...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and i paraphrase....just cause all the good shyt didnt make it on the front page, doesnt mean the newpaper is all bullshyt..... (lmao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another thing ima write my blog bout whom the hell i fell like writing about....thank you very much miss thang..........im out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***still loving you, you know you my "boo'"***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-108068536647034322?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108068536647034322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108068536647034322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108068536647034322' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-108036252316701752</id><published>2004-03-27T00:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T01:00:15.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its official vonne "boo" you have NO ROOM to talk about katie's and i's "relationship"...cause um "boo" look at the shyt megan is putting you through...you and dana say "well all you and katie do is argue"....sorry to break the news to you "boo", thats all you and megan do....if your blog isnt talkin about you two having a "lovers spat", you're having "play time"....come on......judge not unless yeh (spell check on that one) be judged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you ladies and gentlemen (bowing, waving, bowing)...i'll be here all week.."NO AUTOGRAPHS PLEASE, pretty ladies Im in room 623"&lt;br /&gt;i still love you too.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-108036252316701752?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108036252316701752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108036252316701752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108036252316701752' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-108016539323225706</id><published>2004-03-24T17:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T18:00:00.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im officially disgusted after reading yvonne's blog, about her hot and heavy car romance with megan.....YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean come on...did she think bout how that was going to affect others after reading that? geez, people can be so inconsiderate....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-108016539323225706?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108016539323225706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/108016539323225706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108016539323225706' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-107992694748347139</id><published>2004-03-21T23:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T23:47:11.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--THANKS YOU--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;You've been so good to me&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for my blessings&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for my struggles&lt;br /&gt;Trials and tribulations&lt;br /&gt;I've been through&lt;br /&gt;I've realised no one,&lt;br /&gt;Can love like you do&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;Lord Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;I feel your presence near&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord &lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;I won't hold back my tears&lt;br /&gt;I gave you my trust and &lt;br /&gt;You took me out&lt;br /&gt;Of the dark rain&lt;br /&gt;My Lord I survived it&lt;br /&gt;I give you the praise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord you've been so good&lt;br /&gt;(Ooh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;You've been good to me&lt;br /&gt;(Ooh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I'm so grateful&lt;br /&gt;For my blessings&lt;br /&gt;(Ooh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Giving you all the praise&lt;br /&gt;(Ooh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Lord you've been so good&lt;br /&gt;(Ooh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;You've been good to me&lt;br /&gt;(Ooh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for all&lt;br /&gt;Of my blessings&lt;br /&gt;(Ooh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Giving you all the praise&lt;br /&gt;(Ooh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus loves me&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes he does&lt;br /&gt;Jesus loves me&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes he does&lt;br /&gt;For the bible&lt;br /&gt;Tells me&lt;br /&gt;So so so oh so &lt;br /&gt;(My Jesus love me&lt;br /&gt;I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;br /&gt;Amen&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/6420867-107992694748347139?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107992694748347139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107992694748347139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107992694748347139' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-107938188165771396</id><published>2004-03-15T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T21:32:51.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TRUST, I'VE BEEN WHERE YOU ARE AND YOU'LL BE WHERE I AM&lt;br /&gt;I CANT GET OVER YOU, GETTING OVER ME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my nose is about to bleed, its real dry and hot...that is a combination for a nose bleed by my standards...i just had a cruel and harsh reality check that i could have done without....fukk this shyt....my life would have been hella better if i'd never had left pittsburgh, now i miss the place, i wouldnt live there but i would visit my homies there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do onto others as you would have them do unto..thats what they say but who knows if i believe that...fukk that too....there is alot of things that i dont care for anymore....who the fukk can she say she doent want me holding onto her, wtf....im not waitin for her ass, i could careless, how the fukk you come into my home and fukkn disrupt my life.....first love, fukk that shyt, first curse.....i can do without this shyt in my life.....i just got this serious disgust look on my face.....im through with this shyt................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-107938188165771396?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107938188165771396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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frustrated&lt;br /&gt;--im need some release from this dark cold misery&lt;br /&gt;--funny thing is theey say misery loves company, i am misery, but i dont want any company, i just wanna be by myself&lt;br /&gt;--hold on, jesus will work it ou if you let him&lt;br /&gt;--i wanna be sedated, from this semi-charmed kind of life&lt;br /&gt;--im calling all you angels&lt;br /&gt;--american top 20&lt;br /&gt;--dance  with my father&lt;br /&gt;--i dont think i had a dream last night&lt;br /&gt;--american top 20, extra tina tuner (anna-mea bullock)&lt;br /&gt;--whats love got to do with it?&lt;br /&gt;--whats love but a second hand  emotion&lt;br /&gt;--who knows what the future holds for me, but i'll jesse jackson this one "keep hope alive"&lt;br /&gt;--day after day im more confused, i look for the light through the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;--gemme the beat boys and free my soul, i wanna get lost in your rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;--you lived your life like a candle in the wind, goodbye norma gene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-107927818754195669?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107927818754195669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107927818754195669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107927818754195669' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-107920316284113011</id><published>2004-03-13T14:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T14:42:35.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes when you think your over something and then turn around you really arent....this how the fukk i feell right now, why must people come and fukk up my gat damn day, what the fukk did u do to you? i didnt do shyt, so i feel as though i will never have a peacefull year until i fukk get out of this atmosphere....i just cant get along with some folks...i cant i try but then they fukk around and get on my last damn nerve, i know i've said i was through but this time im for real, i cant take this shyt no more, i just cant do this shyt no more.....im done and im out! holla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, it was a great day i took de'lesa out with me to go chill with brooke, dana and yvonne....i hope they like her, she is kool thats my homie.............HOLLA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-107914466977541898?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107914466977541898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107914466977541898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107914466977541898' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-107891347284346323</id><published>2004-03-10T06:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T06:14:21.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUKK WITH WASA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL WE HAVE TO OPTIONS, WE CAN GO TO A SPECIFIC SITE A PICK UP A WATER FILTER, OR WE CAN SUE...SUING LOOKS LIKE THE THING TO DO...I SEE SUING AS THE BETTER OPTION BECAUSE ALL THIS TIME WE'VE BEEN PAYIN (WASA) WITH "GOOD" MONEY FOR THE BILLS WE RECEIVE, SO I FIGURED WE SHOULD HAVE BEEN RECEIVING "GOOD" WATER IN THE BEGINNING. SO FUKK WASA FUKK THAT DAMN POTOMAC PUNCH COMING THROUGH MY PIPES.......IM OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I WAS SO HAPPY TODAY I HEARD FROM DANA...WHEN I PICKED UP THE PHONE AT FIRST I DIDNT KNOW IT WAS HER...I WAS LOST....HOPE SHE FOGIVES! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-107891347284346323?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107891347284346323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107891347284346323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107891347284346323' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-107861477767221862</id><published>2004-03-06T18:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T19:16:01.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok damnit, if its not WASA its PEPCO....what am i talkin about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme see WASA (water company) has known for a very long time that there has been lead in the water supply, but failed to inform consumers...now its a scramble for them to unfuck the gagglefuck mistake they made...i got lead in my water, i cant drink it or do shit with it but take a funky ass bath...they said were suppose to let the water run for 20-30 minutes before drinking it......&lt;strong&gt;WHAT THE FUCK!&lt;/strong&gt; i wanna know if WASA is going to pay my damn water, do they fukkn know how much water can be wasted in 30 minutes, plus i will still have to pay for the water i let run for 30 minutes... explain to me why im paying for their mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now lets talk about PEPCO ass.....out of the blue 3 hours ago, they damn electricity went out for no apparent reason to us....went i say the power went out i mean the damn traffic lights weren't even working...i was out side playing "lets see who gets into a car accident" cause fuckers think its a good idea to speed since there is no traffic light, they fuck around and have their insurance sky rocket through the roof....so i went to bed i woke up with the massive ass headache, i blame the headache on damn WASA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these fucking companies talkin bout we aren't guaranteed electricity of lead free water, but im damn sure guaranteed to have a fukin bill at the end of the damn month....&lt;strong&gt;fuck cooperate america&lt;/strong&gt;, they aren't nothing but a bunch of blood suckers....fuck them all to hell in a hand basket.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-107861477767221862?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107861477767221862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107861477767221862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107861477767221862' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-107838471642909671</id><published>2004-03-04T02:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T03:30:13.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;CURSE THE DAY THAT BIRTH THE BASTARD THAT TOOK YOUR LIFE--&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;-MY AGGRESSIVE SIDE THINKS...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;you took something for me that didn't belong to you&lt;br /&gt;now there is one less brother, uncle, boyfriend, possibly father-less child&lt;br /&gt;See to live is to suffer but to survive&lt;br /&gt;well that's to find meaning in the suffering.&lt;br /&gt;for I will continue to suffer due to your negligence&lt;br /&gt;i will continue to curse the day that birth [you] bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i should say "lord forgive him, for he knows not what he has done"&lt;br /&gt;i know i should say "forgive my trespasser, who stole a precious life from me"&lt;br /&gt;i know i should, i know i could, but i cant, i wont...&lt;br /&gt;i will continue to curse the day that birth [you] bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;-MY PASSIVE SIDE THINKS...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;it was her turn, it was the angels turn to pick a name and call a number&lt;br /&gt;it just so happens she called your name and number&lt;br /&gt;now you are in heaven were you belong, away from here and this mess &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;MARCH 04, 2004 ONE YEAR-TO-DATE, THE SECOND SADDEST DAY OF MY LIFE..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been through mad different phases like Masons&lt;br /&gt;to find my way &amp; now I know that happy days are not far away&lt;br /&gt;If I'm strong enough I'll live long enough to see my kids&lt;br /&gt;doing something more constructive with their time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;Stephen Y. Adams &lt;br /&gt;May 05, 1975-March 04, 2003&lt;br /&gt;I Love You&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-107838471642909671?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107838471642909671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107838471642909671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107838471642909671' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-107831167641211788</id><published>2004-03-03T06:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T07:04:15.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BIRTHDAY PUSSY? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, yeah lemme get an order of bday pussy a side of fries...hold the pickles and std's.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO KRYSTIN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I haven't written anything of substance in here for a minute. Ima try to with this entry. Lets see what are my plans for this week....I might be going to Pittsburgh and surprise visit my homies and also to collect my shyt....Then I gotta go re-apply for a damn state id, cause Im tired of people thinking Im 14 years of age, when Im damn near 3 months away from being 20..I cant believe that stupid lady at Union Station carded me to see some damn R-rated movie...But it is my mission to get my id back so I can see my damn movie "Twisted"...so if its still in theaters in like 2 weeks Im going to see it....Why 2 weeks, cause I've developed this bad habit of procrastinating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta pee-pee, BRB---&lt;br /&gt;Yeah white people think they gonna leave us down here on Earth, and go to Mars and have a great life cause they done found water on Mars...Fukk that they will be stuck with us cause that water on Mars probably got lead in it like this damn Potomac Punch we got here in DC..I cant believe its going to take them 5 damn years to fix these fukkd up lead pipes....Damn you District of Columbia...&lt;br /&gt;Im so excited Dana is coming home, and the "crew" will be back together again for another week or so w/ of fun filled activities...PS: Crystal I would like for you to always remember "Someone's watching you".....LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for now, I cant wait to see my homies...IM SO EXCITED I JUST CANT HIDE IT, I ABOUT TO  LOSE CONTROL AND I THINK I LIKE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-107831167641211788?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107831167641211788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107831167641211788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107831167641211788' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-107814166421162810</id><published>2004-03-01T07:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T07:51:32.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>clearly you will not take me for no damn "boo-boo the fool".......take that shyt and run somewhere else with it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-107814166421162810?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107814166421162810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107814166421162810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107814166421162810' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-107794663705326277</id><published>2004-02-28T01:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T02:03:38.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I GOT TO WEE WEE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok my mission today was to set out a go see the movie twisted with Yvonne but nothing ever happens as plan in my life. I get there and I'm bout to buy our tickets and the lady asked for id, and I was like okay I gave her my COLLEGE id and she was like how old are you I'm like I'm 19 she's like well I need something with your birthday. Now I'm thinking to myself "what 14 year old you know that got a college id?" I'm just tired of most people thinking I'm like 1 years old. But anyway we when to plan B, which was, get some food and watch/listen to this jazz band trio play. I was real nice until, this random guy who I believe is a street walker, you know one of those people that look dirty with no purpose they just look so aimless. But moving on her kept riding up and down the escalator and cussing at somebody who kept looking at him, this the white lady stuck behind him on the escalator said "excuse me" so she could get past him, cause he wants to walk back down the up escalator to go fight whomever he was cussing at.  But he just flipped on her, the lady looked so scared she grabbed her daughters hand and tried to flee from this man, but her started following her forgetting all about the person her was cussing-out but anyway he's just all up in her face yelling at her, Yvonne and I are sitting there laughing and hoping this man does hit this poor Caucasian lady, cause that wouldnt be nice.  Oh, but before all of that took place we were walking and these kids were about to fight then out of nowhere the security guard comes doing this pirouette thing to break up the commotion.  Then when we were dearly departing again, another commotion took place, this time at LaEfant Plaza Metro Station, this girl we arguing with is older guy all I could get out of there conversation what the girl saying &lt;em&gt;"you stupid dirty ass muthafukka, take a bath, you stishiteat me my shyt is clean as a whistle"&lt;/em&gt;all I want to know is since when was a whistle clean? I mean you after all those people put their mouth on it and blow their saliva in it, I don't think its clean anymore.  Lets talk about that whistle being too damn dirty, mess around and put your mouth on it and catch streptococci, and that's not sexy. That's all for now, more to come later. Oh but before I go I would just like to mention I'm in the process or requesting tickets to be an audience member on a taping of Jeopardy, its coming to DC. &lt;strong&gt;WOOOHOOO&lt;/strong&gt;, I know some people might be like why are you excited about jeopardy, and the answer is because I love that show its like the only thing other than the people I hand with that challenges my intelligence. Intelligence is sexy to me, I like my chicks smarts. I'm so excited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-107794663705326277?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107794663705326277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107794663705326277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107794663705326277' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-107786059667071355</id><published>2004-02-27T01:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T01:50:00.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DONT EVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok for the past three nights or so, I have been involved in the black planet conference call. what that is a bunch of people on BP with 3 way call each other and just have this bog ol' group conversation its like chatting without the typing...if that makes sense...whelp so far the people who are involved in the conversations are: Truthbetold, Black_Panther2, Modesty, VIFlava, Pazzion4Life, &lt;strong&gt;FineDon2003&lt;/strong&gt;, and myself I'm telling you these conversation be hella funny, the calls usually take place late at night round 3 or 4 and we dont her off the phone until like 7 in the morning But last night was the night I invited finedon2003 to the conference call..*wink* but yeah, she gave me her number and we called her she was like dont be scared cause she sounds like a dude and that was &lt;strong&gt;NO LIE!&lt;/strong&gt; OMGoodness when she answered the phone I was shocked, I was expecting a slightly deep voice, but this chic has a super super deep voice like a man, yo we all spent like 15 minutes cracking up at her voice cause that shyt was amazing. thats why she has the title of &lt;strong&gt;SUPER DYKE&lt;/strong&gt;, she has all the criteria met. But the conference got fucked up when we couldnt get a good connection to VI, she is all the way in the Guam. but no the less the night was fun. Black and I were typing to each other while on the phone she was talking bout Fines voice I was cracking up on the inside I typed back to her I was like does Budha sound like this? Then black was like, man ion know we both wanted to ask fine what Budha sounded like, but neither one of us had the courage to, cause im telling you Fine has one of the intimidating voice. But yet non-the less she (Fine) is a really cool person &lt;em&gt;Man who needs friend when you have people like this&lt;/em&gt;I cant wait to get my cell phone back online so I could have 3 way &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-107786059667071355?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107786059667071355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107786059667071355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107786059667071355' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-107734779501129255</id><published>2004-02-21T03:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T03:21:55.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YO! KID WHAT IT DO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think 32?  I don’t know bout, um, I had a dream the other day that I went back to La Roche and the first person I saw and remember seeing is my roommate…I miss NeNe, but anyway in the dream she was on the phone when I walked in the room and at first she didn’t realize it was me, but then he sense kicked in and recognized me. She dropped the phone ran over to me and hugged me telling me how much she was happy to see me. That was a pleasant dream. I like Nene, she is one of a kind, I never met anyone like her before. I can recall the first time I saw her, she was walking out of the gym and the first thing that came to my mind was “this bytch is gay as all hell”…I know it is wrong to stereotype but she just took the cake I knew she wasn’t of the heterosexual population. I was elated to find someone at the school that was in a way similar to me. Your luck if you find someone at the school you could relate to there are so many different people, races, and ethnic backgrounds.  But back to Nene, I also remember telling my self I needed to ask her, her sexual preference cause I didn’t just want to assume and be wrong cause there are some girl who look I gay and aren’t and they get offended when you assume they are…So I was trying to do the right thing by asking her. One day I was walking out of Bold Hall (my dorm) and she her walking to wherever, but I stopped and asked her are you not straight? and she was like yeah I was like cool. Then after it was a beautiful beginning to a nice friendship, we ended being roommates. She told me went she first saw me she thought I played ball, like everyone else who sees me. But at the time I arrived at the school I was rooming with two white girls, I was fine with that I didn’t care, but I was the only black chick on my floor and they would look at me like I was freaking crazy, but I could give two shits what they thought about me. I stay in my room after class and meals. I didn’t go anywhere I didn’t have and friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Jeannie one day at orientation for a job I had applied for. She was cool, and of course we were the only two black people at this orientation. Then after that she introduced me to Chelsey, Tiffany, Ebony, Carrie, Leanne and I met many more cool people after that. It seemed that they were living in the freshman hall (Mahler Hall) I was living in a general dorm with sophomores, juniors, and seniors. But to make a long story short I ended up moving into Mahler 12 with Chelsey and Carrie as me new roommates.  I was so freaking happy cause I had my own damn room, if you aren’t a college student you don’t know what a rare thing that is to have your own damn room within a dorm room. After that we all became good friends, trust they were time went people were beefing with other. I dont know I tried to keep to myself I try my best not to be involved with drama, cause I refuse to hear anyone say that Anika said this and that, I'm not in for that shyt. However later on I moved in with Nene and Jen (Schneider 4).  Those were the days I miss my buddies. There was a group of us, majority black, we had to stick together. In all it was: me, Chelsey, Tiffany (Dominican), Jeannie (Haitian), Ebony, NeNe, Carrie(white), Leann(white), Jen(p. rican), Lacey(White), Leo, Hoover, Jason (Frank) all of us use to hang out on the steps of Mahler. At the present the group members have been altered some new, some dropped, you got: Chelsey, Jeannie, Tiffany, NeNe, Carrie, Leann, Shawnti, Ayana, Ashiema (Sheem), Janet, Kenneth (KG), Leo, the only person missing is myself. You probably wondering what happened to the peoples that were ex-communicated in the group, they just acted up showed their true color and got cussed the fuck out…I had some of the best days of my life with those folks, day I will never forget. I hope to see them all again soon one day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whelp! That’s all for this entry I'm bout to cry and shyt cause I miss these niggas…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-107734779501129255?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107734779501129255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107734779501129255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107734779501129255' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-107721901764610358</id><published>2004-02-19T15:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T05:02:11.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i took part in this craze "&lt;em&gt;cyber sex&lt;/em&gt;" here is this conversation, this shyt it too funny, i mean how do people cum off typing...im like that washington post, i just dont get it! but without furthur ado i give you my cyber conversation....&lt;strong&gt;oh yeah im castro..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alasijah&lt;/strong&gt;: ya care to take em off&lt;br /&gt;CASTRO: &lt;em&gt;HOW BOUT YOU TAKE THEM OFF&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alasijah&lt;/strong&gt;: ok i slowly begin to pull them off wit my teeth&lt;br /&gt;CASTRO: &lt;em&gt;I WANT YOU TO KISS THE INSEDES OF MY THIGHS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alasijah&lt;/strong&gt;: then i begin to slowly kiss this insidews of ya thighs nice an slow&lt;br /&gt;CASTRO: &lt;em&gt;AW THAT FEELS SO GOOD, GO HIGHER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alasijah&lt;/strong&gt;: then i go up to ya pussy slowly licking&lt;br /&gt;CASTRO: &lt;em&gt;I PLACE MY HANDS ON THE ATOP YOUR HEAD...MASSAGING YOUR SCALP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alasijah&lt;/strong&gt;: then i slowly suck on each of ya pussy lips harder an harder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alasijah&lt;/strong&gt;: then i spread ya pussy open an i blow sum cool air on it an lick it once&lt;br /&gt;CASTRO: &lt;em&gt;OOOO BABY I LIKE THAT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alasijah&lt;/strong&gt;: now i begin to lick my tongue on an off ya pearl slowly an i nibble on it wit my teeth&lt;br /&gt;CASTRO: &lt;em&gt;HARDER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alasijah&lt;/strong&gt;: now i take my tongue an stick it deeper in ya pussy&lt;br /&gt;CASTRO: &lt;em&gt;DEEPER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alasijah&lt;/strong&gt;: i'm a lil tired&lt;br /&gt;CASTRO: &lt;em&gt;I LAY YOU ON YOUR BACK AND TELL YOU TO RELAX&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alasijah&lt;/strong&gt;: k&lt;br /&gt;CASTRO: &lt;em&gt;I KISS YOU SOFTLY ON YOUR NECK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alasijah&lt;/strong&gt;: umm&lt;br /&gt;CASTRO: &lt;em&gt;IM RUBBING YOUR BREAST TWEEKIN YOUR NIPPLES BETWEEN MY THUMB AND INDEX FINGER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alasijah&lt;/strong&gt;: um&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of that nonsense...&lt;strong&gt;have a nice day peoples&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-107721901764610358?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107721901764610358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107721901764610358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107721901764610358' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-107717887423398326</id><published>2004-02-19T03:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T05:08:31.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;does familiarity breed contempt?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah im just sitting here readin some of these kuma stories....some are good, some are bad...but the best goes to glitter hands down...she is by far the best writer on kuma....but the most memorable story i've read on kuma was one entitled "rookie" it was about wnba players....i loved that on, the reason i loved that one so much was because it never ended its to be continued....and im sitting here waiting for the continuation....like the loser i am, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost had an heart attack over here, i just looked at my bp page an it was in shambles cause bp wanna play like it dont know how to read codes....i looked at my page and it was in gibberish..."all i wanted was a niggerman to be true, eh?" ok mshelle ndegeocello.....but anyway the new thing is "the passion of the jesus christ"....yeah buddy...mel gibson direct movies instead of acting, fine my me...but the big hoop-la about this movie is the jews think it "anti-semetic"...one i dont think the movie is anti-semetic because the director is catholic, and the woman who plays mary of jewish and she doesnt feel the movie is anit-semetic..they think its anti-semetic because it depicts the jews being the killers of jesus christ...critics think its a nice movie oscar worthy....but some people want to take their kids to see this r rated movies with depicts ALOT of graphic images that arent suited for kids....but those christians want to take there 10 yr. olds to see it....fine by me...some say the movies isnt something for kids of the age group or what have you.....the movies has a positive message, its bout jesus himself...like anything (controversy) in american you got those who love it and those who detest it...so there you have it...i personal dont really wanna see the movie...but i would if i had nothing else in the world to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont do religion because i can only believe what i've been taught, and who knows if my teachers where taught the right thing for them to pass it onto me....so now both of us will be up shyts creek cause we were taught the wrong damn thing....also i just cant see devoting myself to believe one religion...i see things in other religion that i agree with and things i dont agree with in others...so if i could i would make my own damn religion incorperating things i believe that derive from numerous other religions of this world...see i would like to think im a multi-demensional person...for instanct the whole "&lt;strong&gt;jesus died to pay for my sins&lt;/strong&gt;"  thing....one side of my would be like, he didnt die for my sins, he died cause they stoned and beat the shyt out of him then nailed his ass to some two by fours and left for dead matthew sheperd stlye cause thats what cruel people do...another part of me would say, well he died cause its a natural part of life, his body could indure the pain no longer....some other part of me would be like he died cause his body was through fighting that good fight and it was time for his physical to leave this world and let his spirit stay behind and continue the good fight between good and evil...whomp whomp there you have my views on that statement...&lt;em&gt;i know i might be hella wrong about the way i interputed the statement&lt;/em&gt;...but hey what can i says its my opinion...the only thing i know about religion first hand was that i was baptised as a seedling along with my brothers and sister....i cant speak for them but i think the bible is a bunch of hog wash written by someone back in the day by poets...cause you telling my this book was writing by deciples and then it was translated perfectly but puniy humans minds who werent their when all this shyt was going down...ummm oh false i refuse to believe that &lt;strong&gt;jiggery puggery come bring ram-goat story&lt;/strong&gt;...all i wanna know is if the bible is true, why wasnt there any mention of the dinosuars that once so called ruled the earth before humans evolved? answer that for by bible freaks...i'll be patiently waiting for your response....cause if you tellin me they forgot to mention the dinosaurs, what else did they forget to mention in this great book of stories....cause thats all the bible is, a book of storied compiled by people, people who probably lied and people who made mistakes just like me and you...and sure nuff they made some mistakes translating those scrolls..i dont know if what i just typed made any sense to you, but it damn sure nuff made hella sense to me....now moving on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onto other news an "anti-semetic" group from some west bubble fukk state is protesting the ludacris and 'em concert cause they feels its "devaluing/demoralizing" their city or whatever...&lt;em&gt;look who taking about values and morals&lt;/em&gt;....they printed out fliers say something like you allowed a convicted rapist into our town, and now you want these rappers and their degrading music to come in also....and when they say convicted rapist they are speaking of the prince of the south himself, mystikal......&lt;em&gt;im tellin yall the hood aint shyt compared to all the fukked up things going on in the basements of middle america&lt;/em&gt;...***smh***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THERE IS A WHOLE IN THE WORLD TONIGHT...THERE IS A CLOUD OF FEAR AND SORROW...THERE IS A WHOLE IN THE WORLD TONIGHT...DONT LET THERE BE A WORLD TOMORROW...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-107717887423398326?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107717887423398326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107717887423398326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107717887423398326' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-107692244345329862</id><published>2004-02-16T05:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T05:10:00.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Christina Aguilera - Stripped &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A voice within&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Young girl, don't cry&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right here when your world starts to fall&lt;br /&gt;Young girl, it's all right&lt;br /&gt;Your tears will dry, you'll soon be free to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're safe inside your room you tend to dream &lt;br /&gt;Of a place where nothing's harder than it seems&lt;br /&gt;No one ever wants or bothers to explain&lt;br /&gt;Of the heartache life can bring and what it means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there's no one else&lt;br /&gt;Look inside yourself&lt;br /&gt;Like your oldest friend&lt;br /&gt;Just trust the voice within&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll find the strength&lt;br /&gt;That will guide your way&lt;br /&gt;If you will learn to begin &lt;br /&gt;To trust the voice within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young girl, don't hide&lt;br /&gt;You'll never change if you just run away&lt;br /&gt;Young girl, just hold tight&lt;br /&gt;And soon you're gonna see your brighter day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in a world where innocence is quickly claimed&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to stand your ground when you're so afraid&lt;br /&gt;No one reaches out a hand for you to hold&lt;br /&gt;When you're lost outside look inside to your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there's no one else&lt;br /&gt;Look inside yourself&lt;br /&gt;Like your oldest friend&lt;br /&gt;Just trust the voice within&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll find the strength&lt;br /&gt;That will guide your way&lt;br /&gt;If you will learn to begin &lt;br /&gt;To trust the voice within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Life is a journey &lt;br /&gt;It can take you anywhere you choose to go&lt;br /&gt;As long as you're learning&lt;br /&gt;You'll find all you'll ever need to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll make it&lt;br /&gt;You'll make it&lt;br /&gt;Just don't go forsaking yourself&lt;br /&gt;No one can stop you&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'm talking to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there's no one else&lt;br /&gt;Look inside yourself&lt;br /&gt;Like your oldest friend&lt;br /&gt;Just trust the voice within&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll find the strength&lt;br /&gt;That will guide your way&lt;br /&gt;If you will learn to begin &lt;br /&gt;To trust the voice within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young girl don't cry&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right here when your world starts to fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6420867-107692244345329862?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107692244345329862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107692244345329862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107692244345329862' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-107683448330968469</id><published>2004-02-15T04:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T04:44:28.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOW YOU MAKE ME FEEL......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i sit here and listen to you, you evoke make different feelings inside of me...some happy, some sad, some confused, some resentment....but not matter what feeling i'll always sit here and listen to you...you are the only one i think people listen to universally without any complaints…. you come in many different forms unknown to me... you just got that way with people, its the way you make us feel, its in the way you comfort us all time no matter what we go through...you're shapeless, you're limitless, you’re powerful, you've broken many barriers...you're unstoppable...your you, your &lt;strong&gt;MUSIC&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what time of the day you cant catch me listening to numerous stations..93.9 WKYS, 95.5 WPGC, 96.3 WHUR, 97.1 WASH, 99.5 HOT, and 107.3 WHFS....as i sit here and write this entry im listening to 97.1 tracy chapman is on, im not sure of the name of the song..but it has something to do with her working two jobs to pay the bills, dad being and alcoholic, and mother leaving him..i'll eventually get the name of this song, cause i like it...im an indecisive person but i've decided that  you have to shower the people you love with love, show them the way that you feel, things are going to work out fine, if you wont it will....another thing too is that, say it loud say it clear, you can listen as well as you hear its too late, when we die to admit that we dont see eye to eye....it seems to me that we all live our lives like a candle in the wind not just norma jean... never knowing who to cling to when the rain sets in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay folks we are about to have a brief intermission (clipping my nails &amp; drinking tea)...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those you there in lala land, who read my journal entries, do you think im an odd individual? cause i think i am...im a rarity, like russian faberge eggs…. everybody’s got something that they had to leave behind, no use looking back or wondering how is should been or what could have been, ive never had a dream come true…. you’ll always be my baby, you’re the one i think of each day, no matter where life take me you’ll always be a part of me….no matter how hard i try and try i could never say goodbye to you…music always has a way f saying what i want to be said…..fukk you bill oriley  i will not be censored…..moving on…..im feeling this new sheryl crow song, the first cut is the deepest…and the new sarah mcglachlin, fallen…and melissa etheridge, breath…among other songs…oh, for I am truly a lover of music..im sorta of jealous I gotta share you with everyone else, damnit…. (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well, thank you for everything......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-107683448330968469?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107683448330968469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107683448330968469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107683448330968469' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-107662093048178371</id><published>2004-02-12T17:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T17:24:42.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TAKE A GOOD LOOK AROUND PRETTY BABY; IS YOU LIFE EVERY THING YOU WANTED IT TO BE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will go down with this ship/ i wont put mine up and surrender/ there will no white flag above my door/ im in love and always be/-Dido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im sitting in the kitchen drink some tea... the tea doesnt have tat much sugar cause im cutting back on my intake of sugar and salt...&lt;strong&gt;NO HYPERTENION OR DIABETES FOR ME&lt;/strong&gt;...but anyway im going to go on a "diet"...lol thats funny i cant imagine myself on a diet if that means no more noodles...sorry sir no can do...i need my noodles, its what i have "fix" for...geez people cant you tell im a noodle addict and a noodle addict with no noodles isnt a good thing...i'd fukk around an go on a killin spree, strangling mofo's with a piano wires.....lmao, im a damn idiot...&lt;strong&gt;DAMNIT!&lt;/strong&gt; im out of tea, but im too lazy to make some more.. a lot of work goes into making this damn tea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on a better note yesterday what terisha-lloy's birthday.... she turned the big five-oh, she looked so happy and pleased when we were all singing happy birthday to her over the cake...i tell you little kids are the most peaceful people, they have this innocence about them. innocence that i wish i still had, peacefulness i wish i had… but i cant get that back because this funky world grab hold of my by the balls and wont let go.. lmao @ balls...if a great wave shall fall, it shall fall upon us all... im a sucker for my niece's and nephews, i would give my life for those kids...i give whatever i could to protect them from the real world, i would be there shelter through out life.. i dont want them to go through the things i had to endure...if i could i would go where ever they would go, way up hi, or down low...if i could turn back time i would, i would keep them forever young......as i look around the kitchen i see that all the dishes are wash the floor is semi clean, i have to mop it out cause anubus was digging in the mud outside then came in the kitchen with his muddy paws and missed up the floor...damn dog...thats the weirdest dog i've ever met, he digs hold in the dirt, he eats grass, he doesnt like to eat his own food....at time we (my fam &amp; i) believe that nubus is more human than dog.. he is a really friendly dog, he loves people, and just a tad bit too much is you ask me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah yesterday also i got a note from crystal talking bout im harriet tubmans second cousin cause im working the gravy yard shift at kfc...i dont know why she listening to dana.. talkin about they got me in the back with whips and chain sayin dont tell nobody about the way we treat you...despite all that i was pleased to hear from crystal...cant wait the hang with her again… and them butt naked hunnies with thongs.... lol----someone please remind me to call the cdc cause i believe to many people in the bp chat room are walking/typing hazard to my health and the health of others...people coming in the room talkin bout you wanna go private so we could cyber...or you wanna hook up so we could do the nasty as the elderly put it...someone tell me what do you get out of typing dirty talkin to another person millions of miles away from you....all i have to say is if it aint the real thing why bother? why waste your time? i've been in the room many of night and chic talkin about you wanna cyber with me, or you wanna call me so we could have phone sex....WTF..no i dont wanna cyber of have hone sex with you, you probably got cooties far as i know...you aint giving me shyt that i didn’t have before i met you, damnit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-107662093048178371?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107662093048178371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107662093048178371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107662093048178371' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-107656286956822393</id><published>2004-02-12T00:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T01:17:00.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LIVE TO CLOSE TO “WHITTY”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, that damn girl datkrazy....was in the chat room again talking bout dana and i are crackers cause we have privileges...&lt;strong&gt;just cause we have a front and back yard&lt;/strong&gt;...talking bout we scared to walking the hood.....WFT who is proud to be from the hood? the people in the hood are wishing and praying to be somewhere other than the hood....then all she kept saying was that she graduated top of her class from Howard, like that suppose to mean something.....&lt;em&gt;i don’t give a fukk if you graduated summa cum laude you can still be dumb an ignorant as all door nails&lt;/em&gt;...like Dana and i are suppose to bow down to her superiority cause she graduated from Howard...and if you ask me Howard isn’t all its cracked up too be, its a school of fashion more than a place of higher learning....stupid bytch.....oh don’t smite me ol' mighty smiter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she was talking about that, we were brain washed by the man, cause we go to private school...well not so much me cause, but dana...she was like all private school kids take is up the ass to remain virgins, and they do drugs...she was just ranting about absolutely nothing of importance....if you ask me she was making up her own facts an statistics as the conversation went along....she is nothing but a &lt;strong&gt;disgruntled old hag dyke &lt;/strong&gt;with a degree that is not good cause she obtained it back in the century of square wheels and dirt roads....so to make herself feel better she talks about those who are doing something of importance with there little life that they were given....she is one of those people that sit on the couch all day and blame &lt;strong&gt;"the man"&lt;/strong&gt; cause her life aint going nowhere but to the dogs...fukk lame-o…she took up about an hour of my life to talk through her neck….and that’s when I decided that my communication with her had to end….see why I don’t like old people….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not done for the night, but please stay tuned for updates…. STAYED TUNED FOR WHEN OLD DYKES SIT AROUND AND BLAME THE MAN, NEXT ON THE 12 O’CLOCK NEWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-107656286956822393?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107656286956822393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107656286956822393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107656286956822393' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-107648160110730390</id><published>2004-02-11T02:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T02:42:30.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM ALRIGHT, IT ONLY HURTS WHEN I BREATH....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im come to the conclusion that i am indecisive...and you may ask yourself how can am indecisive person decide that they are indecisive.. made it to the verizon store to pay my bill..damnit that place was fukkn far I mean we were driving for-freakin-ever to get there..it was between white flint mall and congressional plaza,  it was a far drive because we really didn’t know where the hell we were going…but before we made it to the actual verizon store, I walkin a radio shake and to ask for directions and to see if I could pay me bill there…anyway I walked in and the three white employees were looking at me like I was going to rob them or something like that…they were also looking at each other to see who was going to approach me and ask if I need assistance…like I had a fukkn disease that were severely contagious neither one of them wanted…you see why white people get punked by some black people cause they are too damn timid…not all black people wanna clobber you over the head and take your wallet or purse…well it didn’t help any cause I was dressed like I belonged on the corner and my name could have been pusha-t…shyt gimme a break, don’t judge me by the way im dressed, cause whatever you are thinking about me I can tell you now that your wrong….but any I got seventy-one more dollars to pay off my bill and I’ll be back on line….just cause imma be back on line don’t mean you can call me all damn times of the day, trust I wont answer my phone…I’ve gotten into the habit of not answering my hone, compared to when I first got it I didn’t wanna miss a call….that phone was my significant other who was attached to my hip….but now it’s a different story…I let that shyt ring, ring, and fukkn ring until it stops of I’ll press ignore and have the call go directly to voice mail…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been brought to my attention by some disgruntled old stud from dc that all people from nw are bytches…well lemme rephrase everyone except femmes….well she clearly doesn’t know me, cause im far from being a bytch….i was nice enough to tell her I wasn’t a femme cause she assumed I was (why I don’t know), then I told her wasn’t a bytch….just cause im from nw doesn’t mean any damn thing…then she was like yall uppity people get on my nerves…."uppity” little does she know again im not uppity either, I live in nw yes, but not upper nw….she thinks “uptown” means rich….little does she know yet again “uptown” is a term used to describe all of nw, not “upper” or “lower” but ALL…..fukkn idiots I cant stand them….then I asked her to explain what she was say and how she came to the conclusion…she said im too old to be sitting here explaining anything to you….yeah an im like but you aren’t too old to be in this chat room talking about things or people you have no idea about…so shut the fukk up you disgruntled old dyke…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend all your time waiting for that second chance for a break that will make it ok / there is always some reason to feel not good enough and its hard at the end of the day / I need some distraction a beautiful release / memories seep from my vain, they maybe empty or weightless and maybe I’ll find some peace tonight in the arms of the angel/…so tired of the straight life, and everywhere you turn / there vultures and thieves at your back storm keep on twisting and keep on building a lie to make up for what you lack/ don’t make no difference to escape it one last time/ its easier to believe in this sweet madness of this glorious sadness which brings me to me knees in the arms of the angel….words courtesy of Sarah  McGlachllin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say baby your amazing/ I want to let you see/ that you are everything and more to me/ I will let you be I will, I will….words courtesy of someone one….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im really feeling that new Alicia keys song, “ if I aint got you”…she speaks the truth in that song….but most of all I recommend that everyone go out and get the &lt;strong&gt;meshell ndegeocello &lt;/strong&gt;album, man that cd is GOOD…I listened to it last night online at this site, I instantly feel in love with it so much that I listened to it over and over for like 6-7hours straight….there is this one song called andromeda and the milky way, yo im telling you that  song is so will put together….you can make babies of that song…matter a fact when i get online later on im going to listen to it again….other songs by her that I like are “grace”, ‘faggot”, “earth” just to name a few…that’s a serious sistah right there….i want a women like that…&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/6420867-107648160110730390?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107648160110730390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107648160110730390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107648160110730390' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-107638971456176535</id><published>2004-02-10T01:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T01:26:40.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went to the mall, tried to pay the bill, but to my surprise there is no freakin verizon wireless kios in the damn mall.....i have to go to the damn store somewhere over there on rockville pike....so tomorrow i'll be attemping to pay this bill again...see shty like this always happens to me when i have money in my pocket for a specific reason...i end up never doing what i set out to do and spent the money on frivilous things....for im cursed.....awww damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would swallow my pride...i would choke on the rhine...but the laughter of would leave me empty inside...i swallow my doubt turn it inside out...find nothing but faith and nothing wanna put my tender heart in a blender and watch it spin around beautiful oblivion...rendezvous and im through with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when your little and the world is so big...how can you smile with all those tears in your eyes and tell me everything is wonerful now...when the bills ring i dont wanna go home...please dont tell me everything wonderful...no! no!-- give me one reason and i'll turn right back around...said i dont wanna leave you lonely..you gotta make me change my mind...baby i got your number and i know you got mine..you know i called you i called you may times....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-107638971456176535?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107638971456176535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107638971456176535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107638971456176535' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-107631194451257829</id><published>2004-02-09T03:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T03:34:50.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE LASTEST ON THE IMPROVEMENT IN MY LIFE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the slowest movement/improvemnt i've ever encountered...things are looking up but moving &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell slow..i found a excert from a previous story i was writing and i've found a way to intergrate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it into one of my current stroies...this is going to be good, well thats at least what i think "to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each his own"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone explain to me why puff daddy aka puffy bka p. diddy is in the new TI video "rubberband &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man?"--i need an explaination for that one cause im just baffeled.....well im off to continue this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing i call a story...wish me luck...well, its not you guys will every get to read &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it...lol....ta-ta hombres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im back, this story slash screenplay is coming along pretty damn good if i may say so myself..go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nika-go nika-go nika.....hahaha hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im craving sex....with who? that will remain a mystery to you and i....i just need to have sex...you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever seen a nympho go sexless for 8 months, its not a pretty thing...yes peopel i said it, im a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYMPHO, and a proud one at that...without sex i feel makes me feel like a crack head standing in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;line with no crack...man im telling you im going on a sex rapided spree when summer comes or at &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;least til it gets warm..its too damn fukkn cold to be traveling to have sex....i just cant do it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;officer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you dance,i hope still feel small when you stand besides the ocean...and when one more door &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close i hope one more open...promise me you'll give fate a fighting chance and when you get the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choice to sit it out ir dance, i hope you dance....lyrics coutersey of leann womack...yes i listen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to country music, damniot you got a problem with that? you betta not, punk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ONLY GOALS THAT CANT BE REACHED ARE THAT ARENT ATTEMPTED.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-107631194451257829?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107631194451257829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107631194451257829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107631194451257829' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-107614073050462097</id><published>2004-02-07T03:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T04:01:13.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WELL WELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate whewn people lie to me, dont lie to me and expect me to be all buddy-buddy withyou....nah...i aint havin it this year...im just tired of people and everything....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on a better page, i went ot see barbershop2 way better than one, i give it two thumbs up...now at first i wasnt a believer, i thought it was going to sux, but to my surprise it was good, it was worth the 6.50 with student discount..."i cant talk about luther" "NO" cedric did well in that movie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah right now im listening to 97.1 wash fm cause aint nuthion but commercials on the other stations...no good..i dislike radio commercials, for the simple fact that i cant see anything...i know that comment was dumb...but hey i have my moments...shyt im getting old im allowed those moments...now that just makes me sound like im suffering from "old tymers"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-107614073050462097?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107614073050462097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107614073050462097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107614073050462097' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-107604505324722513</id><published>2004-02-06T01:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T07:42:29.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ERE BODY WANNA GET TIPSY BUT NO OLD ENOUGH TO, THATS WHY I GOT A FAKE ID....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know sings that song but i will find out, it is what i am detemined to do..&lt;br /&gt;im sitting here readin addicted for the umpteenth time...thoughts of stephen are starting to invade my brain, i miss him...his laugh, his smile, his vioce, just everything about him i miss...why did they have to call you home so soon? i want you back in my life, i only got 18 years with you, but i want forever...but when the angels call, they call with all intent of getting what they want, and they wanted you big brother....now im callin all angels, please send him back to me and my family...no matter how much callin and raying i do you'll never be here with me....someday, somehow i'll be alright but not right now..im only left to wonder when will i see you again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey steve i had a dream about you the other day, i was in the basement talking to terisha i think im not sure all i remember is hearin knockin coming for the back door and i opened it and it was you, you where standing there and said "arent you gonna let me in" and thats all i remember about that....then a few days later chebe had a dream about you he said you were sitting at the desk facing the computer and he, vane and jeff appoached you and then you said, "im here, you said you were goign to bring me back, right?"...they say our dreams mean that you are alright and came back to tell us that you were doing okay, and we need not worry anymore...no matter how many times you were mad at me for wearing your stuff, never the day i thought i would sit here and write about you in past tense, it hurts me so much that i didnt get to say goodbye and that the last thing you saw wasnt someone who loved you dearly....man you should see delesa, you would have loved her just as much as you loved the rest of the kids man, she is so pretty...one life must leave for another one to come in,  she came 7 months after you left so abruptly....for the two months she was in the womb and you were still here, she heard your voice...oh and to top things off, you should see anibus, he all big and friendly...some time we think he is more human than a dog.....tell mommy i said "sup", man i just miss both of you...i know you to are catchin up things...im thinkin of gettin a tat of you and mommy on my arm...i asked lesa and terisha to pay for it...hopefully they come through...if you need me i'll be here.....i just regret that i couldnt save you, from now on everything i do in life will be for you...i did everything in the past for mommy, but now its you turn...all i need is someone who cares....and you are that person....I LOVE YOU BIG BROTHER and MOMMY.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LYNETTE P. ADAMS 1945-1991&lt;br /&gt;STEPHEN Y. ADAMS 1975-2003&lt;br /&gt;REST IN HEAVEN PEACE...YOU ARE LOVED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.e-places.net/samples/stfu.html"&gt;THIS IS ALL YOU NEED IN YOUR LIFE.....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-107604505324722513?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107604505324722513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107604505324722513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107604505324722513' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-107587896985253843</id><published>2004-02-04T03:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T03:18:29.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SLAP ME SOMe OF THAT GOOD OL' STAPHYLOCOCCI &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kids and adults who dont share anything will share their germs...BEWARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing that exciting happened today....got up, took a showers, got dressed, and left my house....where did i got thou shalt not know...im having a brainfreeze now, i cant think, well i can think cause im typin, if i couldnt think then i wouldnt be typing......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im working frantically on my new page "Clealy_ImNeed"....stay tooned for the latest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-107587896985253843?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107587896985253843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107587896985253843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107587896985253843' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420867.post-107575278346407572</id><published>2004-02-02T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T05:34:55.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NEW MONTH, SAME OL' BULLSHYT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned.....for the lastest--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN YOU MEND A BROKEN HEART?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for all the lonely people who thinks lifes has passed them by, dont give up until you drink form the silver cup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for i am the master, i am the one the only.....PROTO.....I have many alias, you may have known me from as "Pharaoh Phalachi", "CumSqat", or the one im most infamous for is "oh, leader of the free world"...it doesnt matter what you've come to know me as, what matters is that i an one, the only one ~~~[]D.[].[]V[].[]D~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just give me one moment in time when im more than i thought i could be | when all of my dreams are a heartbeat away | give me one moment in time where im racing with destiny | there in that one moment i feel i will eternity...you're winner for a lifetime if you seize that one moment in time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well there is nothing much for me to talk about today...i was online earlier and i was talking to people via aim instant messenger than this chic hit my up and was like "sup" and i was like "who this be?" she was like "this is "eljay, you talked to me before on a different screen name" then she proceeded to to call out my bp page i was like "kool"....to be honest i still dont remember this girl, but im going to go alone with her...sometimes its best not to remember....speakin of best not to remember, a long time ago my roomie had given my a ny fitted cause i really liked it, i brought it home one break and left it in my drawer along with my other hats...went i came back home lookin for it, it was nowhere to be found most naturally it was one of my favorite hats so i was upset when i couldnt find it to wear...but just a few minutes ago, i saw my hat it was on the floor, i called my nephew and asked him what happened to it, and he was like he didnt know...i said you were the last person to wear it before i went back to school, then he was like i put it up...so im like it you putted it up then it wouldnt be in the condition that's its in right now....people im tellin this fitted isnt worthy of being worn by anyone not ever the wine-o's that are out on the corner, it need to be in the trash.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets talk about something else...oh this morning i had a dream about katie, it scared the shyt out of me this is what happened....**recalling the dream** i was on my way to work and it was raining, and i was at takoma with some other people from my job...and they kept asking me "so what happened to katie" i was like she fine, like she always is...so i get to woke and i see her pic on the bulletin board or whateva, and i stopped and stared at her pic like i was missing her or something like that, but anyway someone walked up to me again and was like saying sympathetic things and y this point i was like what the fukk are yall talking about. so i pulled out my cell phone and went to a window (my phone doesnt work every where, only by windows, damn shame it doesnt even work in my dreams) and proceeded to call katie house...aher sister keisha answer the phone and i was like "keisha what up with katie?" and she was like "anika you dont know?" im like "know what?" she was like "katie died two days ago, i thought you knew", i was like "what!  keisha how did she die? when did she die? was she happy?" (at this point i was by my kitchen window on floor crying) and all keisha said to me was "yeah she was happy, the last thing she did was hold a picture of you and was signing to it"....***back to reality***...i abruptly woke up hold my hands like i was really holding a cell phone, and tears were in my eyes...i havent told about this dream cause it scares the beegeezus out of me...i've never had a dream like that before about anyone...just before dreaming about her, i dreamt about my deceased brother stephen...and before he died i woke up with an empty feeling like someone snatched my soul.....WHATS GOING ON HERE PEOPLE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well onto a happier note, if there is one...welp it looks like in shyt out of luck on that happy note thingy....but i can say that my short story writing is coming along pretty nicely, right now im having what they call writes block...i started writing two stories in one night, like i was sydney sheldon (author) or somebody like that...but one story has 6 pages bout to be 7 and the other had 3 pages bout ot be 4....im coming along pretty well for a first timer....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is [the dom]nika signin out for WDFT, im not american but i at least i know im free, what about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420867-107575278346407572?l=domnika3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107575278346407572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420867/posts/default/107575278346407572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://domnika3.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107575278346407572' title=''/><author><name>Pineapple Boogie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257690197742474698</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></entry></feed>
