<?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-6430455</id><updated>2011-09-25T09:16:00.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah, Blah, Blah</title><subtitle type='html'>Be courteous to all, but intimate with few, and let those few be well tried before you give them your confidence. True friendship is a plant of slow grow, and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity before it is entitled to a designation.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-114443208970520589</id><published>2006-04-07T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T10:54:37.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(I tried postin' a pic, but this crap isn't working)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Everyone, Check it out, the kid has cut her hair off...for no particular reason, other than just doing it! That's all I have to say, come back another day maybe I'll have a long drawn out iteration of my boring life!!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay then, bye bye now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-114443208970520589?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/114443208970520589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/114443208970520589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114443208970520589' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-113994172235621218</id><published>2006-02-14T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T10:28:42.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My thoughts about Valentine's Day....&lt;br /&gt;It's a day perpetuated by a bunch of self-righteous and fake people, who love based on a condition, a situation, a holiday, built to make grocers, wine dealers, lingerie sellers, chocolate producers, and flower shops rich. I don't love based on a condition. Love makes you selfless, it makes you absolutely insane, and you want it so much that you go along with the madness voluntarily. There is a proverb that says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a sweet tyranny, because the lover endureth his torments willingly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that crap make you want to vomit, I mean really! Let me be completely upfront with you all today, on this beautiful Tuesday, February 14, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;I thought today would be an awesome day for me, unlike other Valentine's Days, when I either spent them with girlfriends, alone, family, or with someone special (at the time).&lt;br /&gt;I really believed that this day would be different, spent with a person whom I've loved unconditionally, without paradox. Simple, pure, true love…been through the trenches, and just got back on the battlefield and fought more, even harder every time.&lt;br /&gt;I’m an emotional creature, part because I’m female, part because I don’t have a solid foundation with the two men in my life who are/were suppose to love me unconditionally (my father and my brother), so I have issues with men, and part because I’m on birth control (the ladies can feel me on this one)…Me being emotional has nothing to do with how much I love, why I love or who I love, it just intensifies reactions…so you can say I am an intense person. When a person falls in love, or chooses to fall in love, it’s very passive aggressive, because its part choice, but then again, its not a choice…I guess it all depends! I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;Love confuses us because we “think” too much about it. It isn’t geometry, or applied physics, it’s a natural and raw emotion. Many tangents in this entry, but I hope all that are reading will follow. So I’m going to rap it up like this:&lt;br /&gt;For everyone who has love, keep striving towards the ultimate perfection, like the love that God has for us, it’s a difficult journey, let us not be wooed by those who are selfish, who dictate, or those who find love as a convenience or are inconsistent with their love. Be patient with those who try, confront those who don’t try hard enough, be passionate to those who boast their love for you, and embarrass you in public, be weary of those who don’t relay it, not only to you, but to others, for love is not something that hides, love wide open…one who is in love isn’t ashamed to be “sprung”&lt;br /&gt;Ladies: Find a man who worships you, and knows that there are other women, but he cannot imagine that there could be any other like you. Revel in your alone time – use is as a time for personal growth.&lt;br /&gt;Gentlemen: When you know its love, you never really know whether your elation comes from the qualities of the one you love, or if it attributes to her. Walk carefully in the beginning of love; the running across the field of daisies can only come later when you are sure they won’t laugh if you trip!&lt;br /&gt;Now ladies and gentlemen, the reason for this blurb…I was in an awesome mood, the day is beautiful, had a good lunch, and then I read this on my boyfriend’s away message on AIM; tell me what you think, those of you that know me, know how to reach me: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a loner today! To all in love Happy V-day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say this to you all: The heart has its reasons that reasons know nothing of, I’m not trying to make sense of it, I just needed an outlet to vent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t proof read this, and not going to…!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-113994172235621218?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/113994172235621218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/113994172235621218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113994172235621218' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-113201063837295670</id><published>2005-11-14T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T15:23:58.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's your type of man!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. MR. THUG LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Advantages&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Real good at making love&lt;br /&gt;b. Fun and exciting&lt;br /&gt;c. Makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;d. Has your back, will fight and protect you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disadvantages &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Usually drinks and smokes too much&lt;br /&gt;b. Always got drama&lt;br /&gt;c. Stays a thug forever&lt;br /&gt;d. In and out of jail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. MR. NAW, I DONT HAVE A GIRL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Advantages &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Will take you out in the beginning&lt;br /&gt;b. Will introduce you to all his friends&lt;br /&gt;c. Compliments you all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disadvantages &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Has a girlfriend who hes been with since the 2nd grade&lt;br /&gt;b. Will not get rid of her&lt;br /&gt;c. He tells you about her after youve fallen in love with his *bleep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. MR. BIG BALLA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Advantages &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Will give you money with no questions asked&lt;br /&gt; b. Has alot of style to him&lt;br /&gt;c. Will show you some of the nice things in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disadvantages &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Never returns your pages&lt;br /&gt;b. Feels he can come to your house at any given time without calling first&lt;br /&gt;c. Loves to be around his boys more than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. MR. IM IN THE INDUSTRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Advantages &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Can get you and your friends onthe guest list at all the jumpin parties&lt;br /&gt;b. Can have a decent stimulating conversation&lt;br /&gt;c. Tends to dress nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disadvantages&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. You dont know if hes gay, straight or bi&lt;br /&gt;b. Seems flighty when you speak of a solid commitment&lt;br /&gt;c. You still have to wait in line to get in all the jumpin parties,then theres drama at the door&lt;br /&gt;d. All he has is a bunch of pictures with celebrities but he doesnt know any of them personally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. MR. INTELLECTUAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Advantages &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Book smart&lt;br /&gt;b. Cares about how you feel&lt;br /&gt;c. Has a very good job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disadvantages&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Boring as hell&lt;br /&gt;b. Doesnt know what the hell hes doin in bed&lt;br /&gt;c. He is not street smart&lt;br /&gt;d. Always asking you when can he see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. MR. GHETTO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advantages&lt;br /&gt;a. THE BOMB IN BED!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;b. Makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;c. Got mad style and flava&lt;br /&gt;d. Has a temper, but generally a charming sweet guy&lt;br /&gt;e. Says he want a real relationship&lt;br /&gt;Disadvantages&lt;br /&gt;a. He got 3 or more baby mommys&lt;br /&gt;b. Wants to lay up in your crib, use the phone, and eat up all the food&lt;br /&gt;c. Is in denial when you tell him about himself&lt;br /&gt;d. Comes home at 3:00 am and says he was out with his boys&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;7. MR. IM A RIGHTEOUS BLACK MAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Advantages &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Will teach you about black history&lt;br /&gt;b. Revolutionary&lt;br /&gt;c. Inspiring &amp; gives to you spiritually &amp;amp; emotionally&lt;br /&gt;d. Wants a wife and family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disadvantages &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Breaks up with you for a white girl&lt;br /&gt;b. Mo money-doesnt have a job&lt;br /&gt;c. Doesnt own a nice suit, always wearing camouflage and oils&lt;br /&gt;d. In the end, you find out he is just a trifling, con motha*bleep*a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. MR. TOO DAMN GOOD &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Advantages &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Will introduce you to his mother&lt;br /&gt;b. Has a job and will take you out&lt;br /&gt;c. Will give you money for your bills if you need it&lt;br /&gt;d. Sometimes he goes to church on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disadvantages &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Sometimes he goes to church on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;b. Secretly wants to be Mr. Thug Life&lt;br /&gt;c. Wears fake Movado &amp; Rolex watches when he goes to the club&lt;br /&gt;d. Ignores you when the game is on because he takes sports too serious -He didnt make it professionally&lt;br /&gt;e.You find out after you break up with him that he was cheating on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. MR. PLAYA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Advantages &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Will tell you the truth - that youre not the only one&lt;br /&gt;b. Sometimes hes fairly decent in bed&lt;br /&gt;c. He tells you that youve changed him and hes ready to settle down&lt;br /&gt;d. Has his own apartment and car (invites you to move in with him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disadvantages &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. He doesnt acknowledge you in public, especially if theres women around&lt;br /&gt;b. Generally he is a punk (wont stand up for anything)&lt;br /&gt;c. He expects you to believe all his lies just because he told you the truth about other women&lt;br /&gt;d. After you catch his lyin *bleep*, he tells you that he told you that he was a playa in the beginning anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. MR. I HAVE A JOB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Advantages &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Of course.... he has a job&lt;br /&gt;b. Doesnt have too many bad habits&lt;br /&gt;c. Will take care of you when youre sick&lt;br /&gt;d. Tells you that he is in love with you&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disadvantages&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. You stay in the relationship 2 years or more and then find out hes a shiftless, lazy son-of-a-*bleep* who wants you to do all the wifely duties but wont give you a ring&lt;br /&gt;b. He ends up telling you that he loves you, but is not "in love" with you&lt;br /&gt;c. After he leaves you he gets married a month later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. MR. BEST FRIEND&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Advantages&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Hes your best friend, you tell each other everything; you get along very, very well&lt;br /&gt;b. He gives you advice when you and your man are having problems&lt;br /&gt;c. The ultimate gentleman&lt;br /&gt;d. Sweet and caring with a good sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disadvantages&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. You end up hooking up with him only to find he aint about *bleep* either!&lt;br /&gt;b. Now, you gotta find a new best friend because you cant stand his *bleep* no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. MR. RIGHT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Advantages&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.He loves God and takes his relationship with God seriously&lt;br /&gt;b. He is intellectual, brilliant, and capable of taking you there mentally and emotionally&lt;br /&gt;c. He will love you even when you are not lovable&lt;br /&gt;d. He has a career and not a job!&lt;br /&gt;e. He acknowledges his faults and strives to be a better man&lt;br /&gt;f. He understands a relationship is built on a 200% quota - 100% him and 100% you&lt;br /&gt;g. He doesnt have a bunch of kids and babies mommas - hes smarter than that&lt;br /&gt;h. He is a true best friend and everything you ever wanted in a man&lt;br /&gt;i. He was cute when you met him. But, after spending sometime you see hes fine as hell!&lt;br /&gt;j. He can dress - knows the difference b/t formal, semi-formal, professional, business casual, casual, and since we are just chilling let me throw on some sweats and a fitted hat&lt;br /&gt;h. He loves his mother and respects women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disadvantages&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE HE IS BECAUSE HE'S ALREADY WITH ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha hahahahah that's a bold face lie....How about i have a combination of 2, 6, 8, and a possible 10!....what's your combination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-113201063837295670?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/113201063837295670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/113201063837295670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113201063837295670' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-112967916652555043</id><published>2005-10-18T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T16:46:06.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Geesh bruva, cheating, lying and betrayel...sounds like a serious, serious story...I'll be looking forward to the heart wrenching, tear jerking, can't stop reading dickey-logue....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I have to say, nothing much....the usual, I don't like my job, I need more money, i need to be doing something interesting every day, the only thing that i do like about my job is that i get to travel, i just came back from chicago, and i'm going to philadelphia next week. I am very much interested in looking for something better, but I can't, because I have an obligation to this organization.  Why me Lord!&lt;br /&gt;There are tons of stuff going on...Ladies...word to you: Don't date men with children, or starving artist.  That's all I have to say about that. It takes a certain type of person...and you know what that person is, the same type, they have to be going through the same thing.   Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints....I don't even have enough typing power to tell you the amount of nonsense that goes on in my life nowadays, it's just blah!....I am down to two jobs...at least... but who wants to have two jobs, i don't, but i do, because i have bills, bills that we won't speak of. At some point, i'm going to have some time, and i'm just going to let it all out, and you will be pulling at your hair, feeling my pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-112967916652555043?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/112967916652555043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/112967916652555043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112967916652555043' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-112852767274428627</id><published>2005-10-05T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T08:54:32.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know, I know, I know...&lt;br /&gt;I took a personality test today, and I'm a Phlegmatic Melancholy or a Melancholy Phlegmatic, however you want to look at it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been blogging, and I don't have a reason, I 've just been busy...I miss everyone, and I'll be back in effect soon...so watch out for me, the life of the powerful 5-footer is getting more and more interesting...and the birthday is coming up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;October 9, 2005 - Moe's Birthday!!!!!  Happy birfday to me, Happy birfday to me, Happy birfday to mmmeeeee! Happy birfday to me, and Many more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-112852767274428627?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/112852767274428627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/112852767274428627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112852767274428627' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-112387567005270911</id><published>2005-08-12T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T12:41:10.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have not been bloggin' and I should be shot!&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of stuff going on, there are tons of stuff not going on...I don't have the energy to write about it, because the air conditioning is broken in my office...How 'bout that? I have another job...Another job...Yes! another job...I work for a car dealership...and no I can't get you a discount on a lincoln or a ford! Great...Now that we've got that out of the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to really sit down and write, and I don't have it right now, because my boss is here, and well...he can tell when I'm b-sing, I have been the least productive today, than i've been ever, let's just say, on my weekly report, I'll have a lot of b-sng to do...feel me...&lt;br /&gt;Least i can do is tell you what's up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo IM...AIM...Blackplanet...Facebook...and Hi5...what's going on with our generation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm being "internet" stalked...but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there any interesting questions boggling my mind? I don't think so...if there were, it would probably be the question of the knowledge of the male species or something like that...? You know something that is a rhetoric. That word made me think of someone...and like that the thought is gone... Anyone reading information about Flipping... I read in the paper that some dumb chick got fines  and stuff for flipping houses in the Baltimore area, for this outrageous amount of money...I think I'm going to start looking for a house, when i get another job...I can't live at home forever...debt follows you wherever you go, so getting rid of it just means getting more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on the modeling agency&lt;br /&gt;still designing clothes&lt;br /&gt;getting contacts, meeting prospective clients&lt;br /&gt;working two jobs&lt;br /&gt;maintaining sanity&lt;br /&gt;photo shoot coming up&lt;br /&gt;getting ready for vacation in miami&lt;br /&gt;getting ready for business travel&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to...nothing in particular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still strugglin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-112387567005270911?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/112387567005270911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/112387567005270911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112387567005270911' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-112170744606547563</id><published>2005-07-18T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T10:24:06.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5114/344/1600/bdaybashflyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5114/344/320/bdaybashflyer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5114/344/1600/myimage6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5114/344/320/myimage6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna dance my pain away&lt;br /&gt;I got problems&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna dance my pain away&lt;br /&gt;I got problems&lt;br /&gt;Woooaaaahhhh oohh woooahhh&lt;br /&gt;Wooooaahhhh oohhh wooooahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ Rod Lee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, Baltimore is funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so on another funny note...I got my picture on my first promotions flyer...Yes Bloggers, Me!!! Wanna see it, there it go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-112170744606547563?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/112170744606547563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/112170744606547563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112170744606547563' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-112126786783257839</id><published>2005-07-13T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T08:17:47.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Love is not a dissertation, it is a demonstration."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-112126786783257839?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/112126786783257839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/112126786783257839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112126786783257839' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-112005933232969406</id><published>2005-06-29T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T08:35:32.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm just going to type today, I'm going to allow my fingers to stay upon the keyboard, so watch out for typos, grammar errors, and things of that nature...Run-on sentences are permitted when you have to vent, in the way that I have to, so here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this quest to find that special someone, why is it so difficult for people to tell the truth...Why do people you care about get hurt, Is it possible to love two people at the same time?....To that statement, I say no...It's not possible. What do you think? I let go of someone rather special..Someone whom I never really saw a future with, but nonetheless, loved the guy to bits! He was warming up to me, possibly an easy love affair, but I let him go, for the sake of the new guy...and the new guy has major issues...like no job, no car, and 3 kids....by 3 different women...&lt;br /&gt;Whats the attraction... Idon't know...I run into people whom I've never had a relationship with and I wonder why...I had lunch with this guy and by god it was the best conversation I've had with him up-to-date...then I think, why didn't I give him a chance as a boyfriend...Oh yeah, He's an alcoholic and he smokes weed, but he has a car, and a job...a good job at that, one that can evoke endless hours of conversation.  But why am I with a jobless, carless, baby maker...Mhmmm...It' s nonesense...because the truth is...I'm not in love with him...for reasons I can spit off the top of my head...I love him...but that's about it...I give him a chance because of his potential...but day in and day out, that potential seems far far away...The man claims he wants to marry me, painted me a beautiful mental picture...then the very next day lied to my face about (yet another) potential paternity case! And he wonders why I don't want to have his kids...because you have 3...what the fudge! Is that off the wall...&lt;br /&gt;A part of me thinks that I owe the other guy an opportunity to have me all to himself...He put himself out there for me...nonetheless he lied too, but he humbled himself...and his proof was in his actions...No one understands him like me...Maybe I'm his only motivator, the poor guy doesn't even get on the internet because of me...I got love for him though...Whatever I did wasn't intentional...that doesn't lessen the pain...But it was meant to go this way, I can't go back and change it and make it better, I don't know how...I'm stuck right now, in this vicious cycle...ADHD is a mutha fudger...It's a epidemic plaguing the black men of america...trust me, it ain't the white man, it's Attention Defecit...Every guy for the past 3 years has had a serious case of the crap...Redlin needs to be sold over the counter, to women only...for there children and there boyfriends/husbands...I think it's a male-oriented disease or at least 90% of people who suffer from it are men...I'd put money on that...&lt;br /&gt;Nothing exciting has been going on, I went to a birthday party with Carla, where I practically got hit on by a chick! We haven't been to the club, went to King of Prussia a few weeks ago...did the shopping thing..Saw a guy from UMBC there...who graduated and lives in Jersey...still can't figure that one out....Tire blew out on 95...that was interesting...Trooper put my spare on...said we had him sweating like a slave without his papers...funny! Blackplanet is definitely over rated...I got back on  Yahoo Messenger...Hit the kid up. It's funny, I don't mention that I'm on yahoo, but all these dudes on Blackplanet be like Hey wassup....I met you on Blackplanet...Yeah and.....! Stalker-ish activity is not permitted, I don 't give out my Yahoo screen name...nor my AOL screen name, I don't even talk to people on BP...so what gives....&lt;br /&gt;I need to relocate...maybe a pedicure would help....&lt;br /&gt;Better things are coming....soon enough...patience is the key that unlocks the doors to my dreams....Waiting is nothing but my appetitite for success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao people...until next time, thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-112005933232969406?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/112005933232969406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/112005933232969406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112005933232969406' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-111832697414471972</id><published>2005-06-09T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T07:22:54.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey fellas....Stop it with the " Hey Ma" or "Mami"....I am not your darn mother, I didn't birf you, yes I wrote "birf".....I will not acknowledge you, because I'm not your mother, nor am I anyone elses mother....Thanks...that's it! Ciao!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh...Two options....party at Dream with Lebron on Friday or go to John's brother's party at Tiffany East....Who's coming with?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-111832697414471972?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/111832697414471972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/111832697414471972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111832697414471972' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-111782677363093163</id><published>2005-06-03T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T12:26:13.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry it's been so long, I've been working....sort of! You all know I have like 3 jobs, well actually it's down to three, but I'm working on a lot of "Moe" projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about VA beach for the Memorial Day weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to VA beach on Saturday around 5:00/5:30 pm. The ride wasn't that bad, except for I can't turn left or right when I drive, I can only look forward, no side action, and I'm okay with that...&lt;br /&gt;So what do we do when we get to the hotel...I went to take a dump, and lit up the entire bathroom area...What????!!!...then we go outside and walk on the boardwalk, make fun of people, find somewhere to eat, Eat...that's something that we do alot...Did we make it to the club, Ughhhhh No....We're all tired, thank you very much, and sleep is a much needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Get your lazy buts up and eat breakfast...Moe why are you asleep on the couch...Don't ask! I winded up sleeping on the couch the whole vacation, 'tis okay, couch was comfy....Breakfast full of starch and no meat or protein....mhmmm, opposite of the Atkins...we had bagels, waffles, pancakes, oatmeal, grits, english muffins, juice, dry cereal, oj, and apple juice and of course the occasional hot cocoa, and coffee, who drinks coffee...back to the room, and we watch church, well actually we fell asleep on the church service, but hey at least we watched it....woke up, chose bathing suits to sport on the beach, HOT AS CRAP outside...Found a great spot on the beach, Why does it cost to rent a lounge chair, 10 bucks, yeah right, the hot sand seems to be more appealing, Did everyone lather down with sunscreen? YES! and who still got sunburned...Hey let's talk about the deep sea divers who were riding around dropped "Idunnohowmanyfeet" from a Air Force 'copter....Wow! We were amazed....I played in the sand, and I made a fish...dolphin....shark...thingy....i have pics to prove it...shut up!  Carla got an upfront proposition to have a Memorial Day fling from a white boy on the beach...HAHAHAHa...you know make-out, hang-out and stuff....LOL....and then we go back to lay out on the beach, and who blocks my sun, but these guys from NY...So how'd you get here...you caught the bus...Yes...and you say you're 24...right!!!! really!! Anyway....Go away...Thanks...now back to getting sunburned....! So we leave the beach and walk around trying to find a toilet for pee-ing purpose....I got this cute t-shirt that said FedUp with Boys...get it...I guess you gotta see it....What else....We ate lunch at the Dough Boys place, it was good! And then we went back to the crib....Shower time....get dressed time....Someone call the radio station and see what's going on for tonight...Moe!  Okay fine, and then the dude puts me on the radio!! ughhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;Picassos, 30 bucks to get in....Quickly made a U-turn back to the beach...First of all it was located in a strip mall, 2nd of all there is no dress code, 3rd of all there's a church 2 spots over!...Right!!!&lt;br /&gt;Wait, there's a club, let's go over, 20 bucks, let's go ahead and make another U-turn and go get something to eat, and of course....more sleep....&lt;br /&gt;Shopping is fun!&lt;br /&gt;Let's do that....Lynnhaven Mall, Hechts, Yes!! H&amp;amp;M...No!!! Dollar Store, Yes!!! Target, Oh heck yes!!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay it's time to leave, on Tuesday...Breakfast...it's all about the starch...and driving in the HOV lane, but can't 'cuz it's closed...ain't that a bleep!&lt;br /&gt;For more details about the VA Beach trip log on to &lt;a href="http://www.moe-tells-all.com"&gt;www.moe-tells-all.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao people...&lt;br /&gt;Hey dorks, That's not a real link...k!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-111782677363093163?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/111782677363093163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/111782677363093163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111782677363093163' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-111651951763476878</id><published>2005-05-19T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T09:18:37.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rambling from the top of my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking about sex, not having it, just thinking about it, and why it is what it is...from a femal point of view of course. I came to the conclusion that sex is 85% mental for women and 15% physical...and that's about 70% of the population of women.  The other 30% are porn stars, hoes, prostitutes, and sluts.  Who knows where they get the mental from, it's inate, they almost think like men...Testosterone levels must shoot through the roof.  Anyway...so I thought, why is it that women scream and squeal and put on a performance during sex? Come on now...it's not that painful, not that pleasurable...it's a learned experience...see...it's all about pleasing the man....if a man could get a woman...(the 70%ile) to actually have an orgasm...He'd be labeled an enigma...and his penis would be dipped in platinum for everyone's enjoyment... Now men let's be realistic here...Women don't orgasm...we get happy...Men orgasm (ejaculate, release sperm) We ain't got nothing to release...Our whole reason for having sex is to get pregnant...so why do we have sex...For you... make sense....&lt;br /&gt;God loved you enough to make it easy for you to reach that euphoric feeling...He just gave us the vessel to hold life...we can only orgasm when we masturbate...this is true, cause we know what we like, most women don't know how to communicate what they like...as much as we talk you would think so, but when it comes to pleasure...Nope...we can draw you a diagram, tell you where to go...Just call me Magellan...&lt;br /&gt;I hope that this wasn't too X-rated for you guys, I mean we are all adults here, lets be realistic...Only porn stars have orgasms...or those women that can make there fluids shoot out like a freakin 747...it's that 30%...of overly manly women...I tell you...&lt;br /&gt;Most people don't know the difference between a male orgasm and a female orgasm....&lt;br /&gt;Question: When females orgasm to they normally cum?  Do you know the answer...? It's no! A female orgasm is characterized simply by vaginal contractions...she doesn't have to be wet at all, a males orgasm is characterized by ejaculation of semen...For guys who have to ask if a woman has orgasm...Stop! It's involuntary...it's uncontrollable...Now don't worry over it...most women don't orgasm....through simple intercourse...you gotta play with the special button, and massage body parts...and talk.  It's a point of emotional intensity for women, for men it's a point of physical intensity...(no emotion involved)...most of the time, they can't even think straight!&lt;br /&gt;It's true...don't get mad, it's true...Most dictionary's don't even refer to the female when you look up orgasm...&lt;br /&gt;Try it, tell me what you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-111651951763476878?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/111651951763476878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/111651951763476878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111651951763476878' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-111575979903188253</id><published>2005-05-10T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T14:16:39.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Confucius say: Lovers in Triangle not in Square!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so not in a lovers square, that's just nasty...I'm not in a lover's triangle either...I have a boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I'll say about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao Bellos and Bellas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-111575979903188253?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/111575979903188253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/111575979903188253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111575979903188253' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-111454392708847471</id><published>2005-04-26T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T12:32:07.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I almost thought that Blogger wouldn't recognize me. It's been a moment fellow bloggers, but I'm here with a lot on my mind and not much to type so let's go over the weekend, shall we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday/Saturday/Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;10-6 Work most of the day, went to eat eat, and got a fortune cookie, that said: You find beauty in ordinary things, do not lose this ability...It made my day go a little bit easier.&lt;br /&gt;6-7 Drive home, get ready, wait for sis to get to house, go get peeps from UMBC&lt;br /&gt;8-10 Kaleidescope Fashion Show at Towson University&lt;br /&gt;Ticket Fee: Free&lt;br /&gt;Seating arrangement: Stood&lt;br /&gt;Fashion Show: Priceless (Oh how wonderful it is to go to a fashion show where it's about models and walking and doing routines, maybe it's me, am I a little bit to old school)&lt;br /&gt;10-11 Driving to DC&lt;br /&gt;11-4 at Dream, partying it up, thanks for the Free Water Hash! Appreciate it dude!&lt;br /&gt;4-6 go pick up Boopie, drive back to Baltimore&lt;br /&gt;6-11 sleep&lt;br /&gt;11-1 drive back to DC to take Boopie home, get lunch, brunch, breakfast, whatever&lt;br /&gt;1-2 rest at Boopies house&lt;br /&gt;2-3 drive back to Baltimore&lt;br /&gt;3-10 do absolutely nothing except babysit my niece and braid her hair, ordered some food (took two hours)&lt;br /&gt;11-9 sleep&lt;br /&gt;9-10 get ready for church&lt;br /&gt;10-11 driving to church&lt;br /&gt;11-2 in church&lt;br /&gt;2-6 riding around Baltimore city with the mother, and visiting toi, driving back to church to pick up the niece&lt;br /&gt;6-7 drop off niece at her house, drop off brother at his house, drive home with mother&lt;br /&gt;7-HOME Finally...watched tv and made it to bed at 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can figure out the times yourself, I'm not going to sit here and put in the am and pm crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: A word to the wise ain't necessary, it's the stupid people who need the advice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-111454392708847471?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/111454392708847471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/111454392708847471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111454392708847471' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-111263864633185406</id><published>2005-04-04T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T11:17:26.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;They just deleted my long paragraph of wonderful events that occurred over the past few weeks, and I'm slightly perturbed!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-111263864633185406?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/111263864633185406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/111263864633185406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111263864633185406' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-111264056828235368</id><published>2005-04-04T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T11:49:28.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's try this again, Let's see if the Engineers at Blogger will allow me to post my entry, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear God, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for the inspiration from the sun and the moon. Thank you for this life that you've blessed me with the pleasure of experiencing. Thank you, for the crackhead that broke into my car to steal a used after-market radio, when there was 65.00 in cash in the car. Thank you for the 2 hour wait at the Safelite Glass installation place with the dirty install guy. Thank you for my $213.67 new driver side door window. Thank you for the monies to pay for the window. Thank you for the lesson, and for the quiet indulgence that I experience every day as I drive in my car. If you could make a guest appearance while I am at work, I'll be here 'til 6:00 pm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh and thank you for the weekend and the few days off that I was able to enjoy...And God, if I can ask for some peace of mind, whatever activities you have in store for me for the year 2005, grant me with a little patience to deal with each situation with you in mind..These things I ask in your name...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amen... I mean A-lady&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Break-down of past weekend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Club One&lt;br /&gt;" I just want to get to know you, but don't turn around, bugga got 15 chics in here, he's been fooling around, that pretty round thing was good to him, now he can't go around town"--MoMo Valentino&lt;br /&gt;2. I am not a pimp&lt;br /&gt;3. Toi has the flu&lt;br /&gt;4. ...in the weirdest places&lt;br /&gt;5. Arundel Mills&lt;br /&gt;6. Rain&lt;br /&gt;7. More Rain&lt;br /&gt;8. Dave Chappell with the lil' sis...and talking til 5 am&lt;br /&gt;9. Springing forward, and losing an hour of sleep&lt;br /&gt;10. Apartment huntin&lt;br /&gt;11. Back to the bull crap dude...but there is always Belly Dancing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-111264056828235368?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/111264056828235368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/111264056828235368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111264056828235368' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-111031244945660438</id><published>2005-03-08T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T12:07:29.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel much better today, no curse words, back to the person who doesn't use profane language.&lt;br /&gt;I met up with someone that I haven't seen in almost 5 years, and all I can say is...It was an awesome reunion...awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time in Arizona, had another great time in Syracuse... I'm taking this travel bug, and I'm running with it...How about that...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "Sometimes, when you're faced with a wall, you need a boost to get across"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- In my case, I'm five feet, I always need a boost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao Bellas, and Bellos!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-111031244945660438?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/111031244945660438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/111031244945660438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111031244945660438' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-110987166717545613</id><published>2005-03-03T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T09:48:22.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cocksuckingfagwhores&lt;br /&gt;cuntasswholebastard&lt;br /&gt;shitface&lt;br /&gt;motherfuckerkingdumbassasswipe&lt;br /&gt;punkasslittledicknigga&lt;br /&gt;bitchwhore&lt;br /&gt;peniledysfunctionhaving&lt;br /&gt;asswipe&lt;br /&gt;selfrighteousbastard!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: "From man I came, and from me comes man, I am a contradiction in terms"...- anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer to that: We ain't the only contradictory species on this planet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-110987166717545613?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/110987166717545613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/110987166717545613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110987166717545613' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-110866147600629324</id><published>2005-02-17T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T09:31:16.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought that this was funny, you might too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Want in a ManOriginal List (age 22):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Handsome&lt;br /&gt;2. Charming&lt;br /&gt;3. Financially successfu&lt;br /&gt;l4. A caring listener&lt;br /&gt;5. Witty&lt;br /&gt;6. In good shape&lt;br /&gt;7. Dresses with style&lt;br /&gt;8. Appreciates finer things&lt;br /&gt;9. Full of thoughtful surprises&lt;br /&gt;10. An imaginative, romantic lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Want in a Man, Revised List (age 32):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nice looking (prefer hair on his head)&lt;br /&gt;2. Opens car doors, holds chairs&lt;br /&gt;3. Has enough money for a nice dinner&lt;br /&gt;4. Listens more than talks&lt;br /&gt;5. Laughs at my jokes&lt;br /&gt;6. Carries bags of groceries with ease&lt;br /&gt;7. Owns at least one tie&lt;br /&gt;8. Appreciates a good home-cooked meal&lt;br /&gt;9. Remembers birthdays and anniversaries&lt;br /&gt;10. Seeks romance at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Want in a Man, Revised List (age 42):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Not too ugly (bald head OK)&lt;br /&gt;2. Doesn't drive off until I'm in the car&lt;br /&gt;3. Works steady -- splurges on dinner out occasionally&lt;br /&gt;4. Nods head when I'm talking&lt;br /&gt;5. Usually remembers punch lines of jokes&lt;br /&gt;6. Is in good enough shape to rearrange the furniture&lt;br /&gt;7. Wears a shirt that covers his stomach&lt;br /&gt;8. Knows not to buy champagne with screw-top lids&lt;br /&gt;9. Remembers to put the toilet seat down&lt;br /&gt;10. Shaves most weekends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Want in a Man, Revised List (age 52):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Keeps hair in nose and ears trimmed&lt;br /&gt;2. Doesn't belch or scratch in public&lt;br /&gt;3. Doesn't borrow money too often&lt;br /&gt;4. Doesn't nod off to sleep when I'm venting&lt;br /&gt;5. Doesn't re-tell the same joke too many times&lt;br /&gt;6. Is in good enough shape to get off couch on weekends&lt;br /&gt;7. Usually wears matching socks and fresh underwear&lt;br /&gt;8. Appreciates a good TV dinner&lt;br /&gt;9. Remembers my name on occasion&lt;br /&gt;10. Shaves some weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Want in a Man, Revised List (age 62):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Doesn't scare small children&lt;br /&gt;2. Remembers where bathroom is&lt;br /&gt;3. Doesn't require much money for upkeep&lt;br /&gt;4. Only snores lightly when asleep&lt;br /&gt;5. Remembers why he's laughing&lt;br /&gt;6. Is in good enough shape to stand up by himself&lt;br /&gt;7. Usually wears clothes&lt;br /&gt;8. Likes soft foods&lt;br /&gt;9. Remembers where he left his teeth&lt;br /&gt;10. Remembers that it's the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Want in a Man, Revised List (age 72):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Breathing&lt;br /&gt;2. Doesn't miss the toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!! I will be the next belly dancing queen...Carla why are we the shortest people in the class...you got me beat, you are the smallest link...not including the instructor...isn't it odd that two black women are teaching Arabian belly dancing...was i wrong for expecting something different...you know maybe an Arab women, Lebanese, Morrocan even...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-110866147600629324?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/110866147600629324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/110866147600629324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110866147600629324' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-110841930448609962</id><published>2005-02-14T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T14:15:04.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's Day Massacre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I'm feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................................................off the top of my head.........&lt;br /&gt;Him...Physically he was everything that I wanted everything that I desired, a tall refreshing glass, a beautiful smile, not perfect teeth, you understand just a genuine laff and smile nothing orchestrated, he made me laff when I didn't want to, he didn't do things that the rest of them do...He ran the bath water for me, he bathed me, he rubbed my back and caressed my skin....Yes Him....He made me dinner, he told his mom about me, he told his sister yeah even invited me to chill with them...He enjoyed that I never pressed him...Yes Him...He felt comfortable with me to release his inner demons, he enveloped himself in conversation...we would sit for hours on end talking...yes him...He introduced me to his boys, yeah all of them, they like me, they do, they tell him what he should do...Yeah him...We made what most people make after getting too comfortable...a mistake...was it!?? Him...I wanted him...he let go...got too comfortable for the incredible Moe....he wiped away my tears, hugged me with his heart, yes him...ubelievable, unconceivable...yes him...he gave me what others did too, a goodbye a so long, a friendship is what i have to offer...yes...him...i made it to easy to fall for me...was it too much to take in...deep he fell...yes him, to the abyss and he's still spinnin'...a friendship...him...a friend...yes him....Is a friend a friend at the beginning when you've reached the end...him...why talk about him...he gave me what i wanted exactly what i thought...a friend...no commitment, no gem...him...he fell for me, but he not ready...him...just like the others when I thought he was different...not him...definitely not him....&lt;br /&gt;that's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's partying with the kid...I have a business trip to Tucson next week on Tuesday - Sunday...who's partying with me this weekend Sunday to Monday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the illustrious words of bruva: "Check the flypad baby...and see what's stickin'" and get back to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-110841930448609962?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/110841930448609962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/110841930448609962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110841930448609962' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-110807442616126177</id><published>2005-02-10T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T14:27:06.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a while, but I never let you all down, do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arabian Belly Dancing Classes start on Monday...How do you love that!? I'll be able to dance you into oblivion...Going to the club, doing what I learned in class...that's disturbing...yet very entertaining...on my behalf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend is going through something that I just can't help her with...She is dealing with a dude who just isn't worth it! He really isn't worth it! I've talked a whole in her head...My duties as a freind have been exercised to the nth degree what else can I do...I have no idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a question:&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that guys claim to want that "perfect" girl...you know the one who will cook for you, look nice for you, wifey material all the way...but when you meet her, you're not ready! The same chicken-head chicks that you are so tired of meeting are over at your crib, the very next day...telling you how sexy you are, and how you're the cutest guy ever...feeding you're freakin' ego...but no...you treat that "perfect" girl like she has rabies...deal with her with a long stick...the longest stick...you want to be her friend, but get pissed when her mr. "perfect" comes along...you jealous self-righteous bastards...you double standard man whores....mhmmmmmm....Why!? Why do you push her away...she's everything that you want, you want her to wait on the sidelines, while you whore-it-up with Kia, Nicole...Precious...Charesse...Donneka...Shelly...(by the way I don't know any of these names, they just came to mind) These chicks that speak broken English...you wouldn't bring around Mom, but you'd take her around the boys...I'm confused! Simply confused...I don't get it!  Oohhh! it pisses me off...You claim to be so tired of the trash you meet, well anus' stop sitting around while the garbage man comes, like he's the post man, delivering mail...what you'd expect something different...Don't meet guys at the club ladies...Don't meet guys over the internet...Oh, and those oh-so-pretty niggas...It's soooo not worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same self-righteous bastards that whine about...you know, you're like the most realist chick I've met....ever!&lt;br /&gt;Oh go bark up your own tree!&lt;br /&gt;So dudes!...Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-110807442616126177?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/110807442616126177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/110807442616126177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110807442616126177' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-110719612350341880</id><published>2005-01-31T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T10:28:43.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;On Being Hott!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we proceeded to leave the club, hugging the wall in the coat check line, we ran into some very interesting people...A very drunk chick, looking Carla and I up and down...."These two chics are sooo hott!, They should have some beads..."&lt;br /&gt;Huh!&lt;br /&gt;" You guys are so freakin' hott"&lt;br /&gt;Huh!- as Carla and I look at eachother, and then , she proceeds to feel me up...I don't think it dawned on me what was happening...because it was soo...awkward....&lt;br /&gt;"You're so freakin' hott"....she kept saying it...and she was touching my arms...&lt;br /&gt;Why is this white chick touching me...telling me that I'm hott...I'm waiting in the freakin' coat check line, and she wants to get some free feels...what's that all about dude! What a night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: "Frustrating encounters make hilarious antecdotes..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the heck is the guy that wanted us to come to his party at his crib...and we were the only black chics available...Thanks Reggie, He came in with the ill rescue...I'ma walk you guys to your car...Carla...I dare you open your door...Let Reggie be a gentleman...Chivalry is not dead...even when you're drunk...Thanks Reg...Sperm colored dude!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dickey and Dax...go to heck!!! Dickey...stop looking at the asian chic...darnit...I'm tellin'....You people...act as if you don't get out often...Well you probably don't considering...you both work like rant mules...and we've been snowed in for almost two weeks....I got hemmed up in the corner...by my own peoples....That's the fun with going to the club with a bunch of guys....You always have someone to dance with....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;U&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ade a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ad &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;hoice University....Ha hahaha hahah....Darn Dickey...Hahahahahaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bugga!!! what can i say...You're a fool dude!...Steve was puttin' the mojo on some chic...I wish I had as much game as you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carla was flirting with the bouncer, and got a VIP wristband...She actin like she wasn't flirting....YOU WAS FLIRTIN'...oh and we played double duty....chics with a mission...we going to watch the boy with the polo shirt...to make sure he doesn't make a fool of himself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall Good Saturday, even in the sleet, hail, rain, snow mixture...we walked very slowly to the car! Yes we did, without any accidents....Fabolous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooo freakin hott!!! - - Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-110719612350341880?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/110719612350341880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/110719612350341880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110719612350341880' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-110676227720766386</id><published>2005-01-26T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T09:57:57.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"When Reality Sets In"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sarcasm is a form of anger. I've realized that being sarcastic isn't a good thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-110676227720766386?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/110676227720766386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/110676227720766386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110676227720766386' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-110495211495208752</id><published>2005-01-05T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T11:08:34.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Merry ChristmaHannakKwanzaka to you!!! and a Happy New Year, fellow bloggers, It's been a minute, but hey I'm here...with a degree...a good feeling, and clarity....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Topic 1: Pedicures&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I 'd like to know what is it about getting pedicures that is so wonderful, it's the best feeling in the universe to have a pedicure...having clean and beautiful feet is a wonder of the world. God knew exactly what he was doing when he made women...and created pedicures for us... Thanks God!!! Geesh! Hey ladies, do you feel me when I say, that pedicures is better than sex...Well for me it is... I mean pedicures make you feel good from your feet to your head! I love pedicures, it's the most calming, most relaxing experience ever...What else can I say about it other than wow! And dudes who have foot-fetishes you know what I'm talking about, I mean the clean fetishes...not the whole, "I don't care I like feet", but the, "Wow, she sure does have pu-rrrr-dy feet", type of fetish... When a lady comes from the salon from getting a pedicure, give her a hug! Tell her how much she's adored! Beautiful feet is the cleanliness of a woman... How about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Topic 2: Giving and Receiving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching something on TV, that rationalized something for me, that I never really understood. Why is it that men are un-emotional when they receive gifts from women... and behold the answer....Men are created to give, that's why they get more excited to see our expression when they give us gifts or whatever...Now it's about to get rated R for the next couple of sentences but it's educational gosh darn it!!! Check this: A man has a penis, it's hung low, but when erect, it is easily shaped to be received by a woman's vagina. "Epiphany"&lt;br /&gt;Is it true ladies that when a man gives you a Christmas gift he is awaiting your response like a darn hawk....Yeah...And when you give him his gift, you have to ask, "Well do you like it"...And nonchalantly, emotionless they say, "Yeah, it's exactly...what I wanted!" It's because men are givers and women are receivers...don't fight the feeling ladies...receive...but do not think that we are not givers...we are, but what we give is filled with emotion and nourishment...More rated R stuff, but educational....Women's breast hang off of our bodies to be received by our children, so that they can be nourished, same for our men...something hangy so that they can play with and suckle on also. We were created from the man's rib to protect his heart...These are the types of things that we give! Gotta love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Topic 3: On Being Emotional&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we emotional beings....I'm speaking to the ladies...We are the most il-logical beings on the planet...Now don't get me wrong, we do have the ability to be logical and emotional, it's just difficult, and men have that same ability too, it's terribly difficult for them, even moreso than for us. I don't know the answer to this one, but hey maybe one day I'll find out, I'll let you all know...maybe it's the cure-all for heartbreak, pain, misery, and all of that other stuff...Maybe it's just a release of energy, a form of kinetics of something having to do with chemistry or physics. Being emotional isn't all that bad, it just gets in the way sometimes of what's right in front of your face. Sucks but hey...Whattaya do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta for now bloggers!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Light travels faster than sound, that's why some people seem bright before they speak.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most ignorance is vincible: You don't know because you don't want to know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-110495211495208752?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/110495211495208752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/110495211495208752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110495211495208752' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-110305694739750265</id><published>2004-12-14T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T12:42:27.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone may need this positive affirmation in their life...including me, so here are some positive affirmations, from me to you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am worthy of love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am responsible for my life and always maintain the power I need to be positive and have joy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a success in all that I do&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love and accept myself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My inner vision is always clear and focused&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now that is out of the way:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's go back, back in time...and let's revisit the Fudge You Monologue, inspired by the 25th hour!!! Oh how it is needed right now! So breathe in...and here it goes!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fudge me? Fudge you! Fudge you and this whole city and everyone in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fudge UMBC because I'm 'bout to be out bastards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fudge you pretty niggas who ain't worth poop, cuz the only reason you was trying to fudge me was on rebound, you nasty son of a ----....You're not that hott!!!....Okay maybe you are, but who got the last laugh, you may have fallen asleep buddy, but you didn't get the goods!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fudge the people who ain't come to the fashion show...you missed out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fudge L.F., and your company, because I'll succeed with out you, 10 years in the game and you are still local&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fudge George Bush....because my peoples are going over to Iraq, you sick bastard&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fudge the whole Government, that's why black people don't vote&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fudge America's Next Top Model if Eva doesn't win...How about that&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fudge you! If I mention your name I may vomit, but I wish that you never forget, and the thought haunts you, til the day that you die.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fudge you! Even though we are cool, if you ever lie to me again, I hope the firey furnace in hell engulfs your soul and you stay there for all eternity with a hot coal roastin' in your anus. Don't ever cross me, I'm hott, and that chick was not!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fudge beacon scores and having 'bad' credit....a credit score does not determine my wealth, you self righteous snitches&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fudge Gov. Ehrlich...freakin whiney malcontent&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fudge the whole freakin state of Maryland, 'cuz I'm outta this peace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and once again....Fudge you tall snitches, I'm bout to start a modeling agency for petite and full figured models, i hate you in-between snitches&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fudge Black Planet....uhmmm no pics no note....bastard...you ain't got no pic 'cuz your not hott!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fudge Animal Testing...I'm not on PETA or anything but geesh...they are living creatures&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just have to fudge this dude, who I don't even know....Fudge you for missing out on a decent chick....she's too good for you anyway....Punk!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fudge you and I'm out!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-110305694739750265?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/110305694739750265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/110305694739750265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110305694739750265' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-110262889872176773</id><published>2004-12-09T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T13:48:18.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;And this would be my horoscope for today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Your desire nature is running high. If you see it, like it or want it -- well, let's just say you'll find a way, no matter what it takes. Be careful if that urge includes a person --&lt;strong&gt; especially a person who may not be right for you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Ain't that a blip!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;So how do you feel about your sexual organs? That's the question of the day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Graduation gifts being accepted through out the month of December and January...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Ciao! Miney Moe signing off!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-110262889872176773?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/110262889872176773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/110262889872176773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110262889872176773' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-110252790462582041</id><published>2004-12-08T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T09:45:04.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Updates:&lt;br /&gt;The Design-N-Sew Fashion Show was a success, there was a crap load of people there, and well I had two cool chics come out and support me, Thanks a bunch Chasity and Kim...I'm am very grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is coming to the UMBC show, it'd be great if you were there, Bruvas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New News:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me on being a tempstress...Hey yall I'm tempting!!&lt;br /&gt;Convo with a guy:&lt;br /&gt;Him: &lt;em&gt;You are so damn cute and tempting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;So what's so tempting about me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: (&lt;em&gt;looking at me up and down) Just you!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;I need more of a description&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: &lt;em&gt;You don't try, you just are, it's your game!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;I don't have game...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: &lt;em&gt;Oh yes you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[side note: Someone else just today said I have game]&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;em&gt;  What's my game?, I just do me, I don't purposefully run games on people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him &lt;em&gt;You don't have to, it's just who you are, when you want something, you become aggressive, and it's sexy as heck (he didn't say heck). You have this innocence about you, but when you want something bad enough, you become cold-hearted, and spiteful...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Okay!!!....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: &lt;em&gt;That isn't always a bad thing, it means you become passionate about something important to you....You become a got darn (he didn't say darn) bully, like the Gooch!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;I am the Gooch, aren't I, (gleaming in my own glory)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my game, that I don't play the game, I just am....How bout that for you butt! ha! I've got game, and I'm okay with that, and it seems that others are too. But doesn't it suck when you want something and you pursue it, and the persistance isn't working? How about you just let the doo-doo go dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when people call me "cute", Dogs are cute! I'm petite, gosh daggit! I'm a sexy beast, YEAH!!!! I'm sexy, sessy, sessssy, yeah yeah yeah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;**I haven't had any sleep!***&lt;br /&gt;But back to the cute thing, I think I'm cute yeah, but I'm humble, I don't like when people call me cute and it's like, awwww your so tiny, like a doll....awww...your so small...I'm old enough to legally put my foot up your butt, shut up! Cute! Hmph! It's like saying I look like a kid, maybe I should have pig tails in my hair and bow-rettes! How bout that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My horoscope told me to flirt, but only with the people who catch my eye....now i have just cause to flirt...i like to flirt, it's fun!! Some people just shouldn't have that affect on  you! I made peace with some of my doo-doo! He's going through some things, so I had to be positive. I realized he's not as cute as I thought he was when I met him, the 6'5'' thing caught me off guard, and that sexual move that he was making while he was dancing....I hate you tall bastards! You're so darn hott!&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me I was hott!! That's hott! Newest catch phrase!!! That's hott! Thanks Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power to the short people!&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about your vagina?&lt;br /&gt;Peachy Cheeks, signing off!!!! I was a stripper in my former life, and I was rich, snitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-110252790462582041?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/110252790462582041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/110252790462582041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110252790462582041' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-110184218663690795</id><published>2004-11-30T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T11:16:26.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who's coming to the fashion show!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's December 11, 2004, at 9:00 don't wait too long, that's all I have to say for now, Oh and we will be going to H2O afterwards, to get our party on!! Holla at the kid! Ok k k !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-110184218663690795?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/110184218663690795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/110184218663690795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110184218663690795' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-110114327602388636</id><published>2004-11-22T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T09:07:56.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I have ever been ready to start a new year, this one would be it. 2004, gotta say it wasn't the best, went through a whole lot last year, but was able to look at it and see it for what it was worth, the only good thing I can say about this year is that i'll be graduating from college, finally....&lt;br /&gt;From beginning to end this year has sucked! Literally, the poop is for the birds. No vacation, continuous stress, and migraine headaches to whatever else you can think of, it's just sucked...Not happy with this year at all!&lt;br /&gt;This whole month has sucked, and I just want to give a Thank you to my best friend for being there for me, when the poop hit the fan, and I needed someone to help clean it up. Hopefully, we got all of it, and I won't have to deal with it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Usually the tone of my blogs are fun-filled and catchy, but this month has been...i don't even have a word to describe how this month has been, i'm so anxious for it to be over. I've never felt more ready for a part of my life to be over with.&lt;br /&gt;Much love to my family and friends, even still I love you dearly. I can't express how nice it is to just know that I'll always have you in my life. It means a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;And on that note, I'm ready to celebrate the new year coming, fudge Thanksgiving, and Christmas, let's just skip right on into the new year, and welcome all the blessings that are going to come. I'm ready to receive them. I'm tired of the trials and tribulations; I'm tired of climbing I'm just ready to rest for  a while, and just be happy, if that state is possible, I'd love to experience it.&lt;br /&gt;If I were to go into seclusion, which sometimes I feel like that's what I want to do, would that be wrong, would that be punking out, is that a way of putting up my white flag, because I'm not able to handle the harshness of reality. Because just when I feel like I'm able to handle anything, that's when the crap begins to overflow, and everyone knows that poop stinks, and if you don't clean it up, it'll stick...you feel me...I'm fed up with cleaning up poop. Not only my poop but everyone elses too, and I'm sure some people are tired of helping me clean up my poop too.&lt;br /&gt;What'dya do huh! If I knew what the proper cleaning solution was for the poop not to return, I'd sell it on Ebay...I swear to you I would.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend and last weekend in particular, has just been absolutely unbelievable! Like...being caught up in the abyss....without an exit, and if there were an exit it's no where in view...When you have moment's like this you miss out on everything, all the positive, good, and fun things that happen in life...And guess what...that sucks!&lt;br /&gt;And you know what else sucks, the fact that I'm the girl of a million faces, and I can't change the mood of my face so that it isn't evident that I'm stressed out!&lt;br /&gt;Supermoe is no longer in the building...She's been stretched too far, the supernatural abilities have been sent back to the lab for rejuvenation, don't know how long they'll be out, but look for the normal moe, say "hi" to her, she's less active, but still packs a powerful punch...not as powerful as supermoe, but hey she's still cute!&lt;br /&gt;ciao for now people! talk to ya later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-110114327602388636?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/110114327602388636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/110114327602388636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110114327602388636' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-110080929401689698</id><published>2004-11-18T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T12:21:34.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my Gah!&lt;br /&gt;I think I forgot my sexiest bruva's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on being really sick for the past week or two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooo sorry, I love you and Happy happy happy Happy birthday, I think I might go out witcha on Friday, somebody call me with the details please...&lt;br /&gt;Graci!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-110080929401689698?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/110080929401689698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/110080929401689698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110080929401689698' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-110080901168943224</id><published>2004-11-18T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T12:16:51.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What &lt;strong&gt;YOU &lt;/strong&gt;have to look forward to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thursday, November 26, 2004, Turkey Day, Eat and Be Fat!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Sunday, November 28, 2004, Party at the Red Maple....Bugga will your finger be able to make it out that night...&lt;br /&gt;3. Saturday, December 11, 2004, UMBC's Fashion Show, featuring yours truly and some other folks, be there...just be there, and of course partying afterwards, probably H2O!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til' later, i'm fighting with the people who are too attached!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-110080901168943224?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/110080901168943224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/110080901168943224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110080901168943224' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-109942407456964544</id><published>2004-11-02T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T11:34:34.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Celebrate National Celibacy Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Dick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Cheney)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;or&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(George) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bush&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!!!!VOTE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-The powerful 5 footer....Ciao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-109942407456964544?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/109942407456964544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/109942407456964544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109942407456964544' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-109933889349033618</id><published>2004-11-01T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T11:54:53.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meaningless Conversation that I had over the weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;So would you take off your clothes if I paid you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: &lt;em&gt;Yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;But your not a professional&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are a professional if you get paid!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;So have you ever been a professional take-clothes-off-er&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Uhmmmmm!&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Right!!!!...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: &lt;em&gt;Sooo, you want me to take my clothes off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Will it cost me?, I mean, I can care less if you're a professional &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: &lt;em&gt;No it won't cost you money&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Mhmmmm!!! So what will it cost me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: &lt;em&gt;Let me think about it....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Let's eliminate the thought process, and why don't you just strip&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: &lt;em&gt;Here??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Uh huh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: &lt;em&gt;Now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Yep!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:&lt;em&gt;  I can't....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Well then stop flirting with me, got daggit..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;You are a professional if you get paid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would make me a professional fashion illustrator, and fashion designer, what does it make you....lol!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mighty Moe, signing off!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-109933889349033618?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/109933889349033618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/109933889349033618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109933889349033618' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-109881748830016758</id><published>2004-10-26T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T12:04:48.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh I forgot one more:&lt;br /&gt;Future job title: ENTREPRENEUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-109881748830016758?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/109881748830016758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/109881748830016758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109881748830016758' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-109881691622896183</id><published>2004-10-26T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T11:55:16.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me reintroduce myself, My  name is Moe, &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; to the&lt;strong&gt; O.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a gushy?&lt;br /&gt;a. vagina&lt;br /&gt;b. candy&lt;br /&gt;c. booty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;Age: 23&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5 feet&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 117&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: 10-09&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac sign: Libra ( I can't make up my mind, so I want it all)&lt;br /&gt;3 characteristics: Fun, Approachable...and Indecisive, Nonchalant...okay that's four sue me!&lt;br /&gt;Favorite color: Purple&lt;br /&gt;Favorite food: Don't have one&lt;br /&gt;Favorite drink: Water...Don't drink alcohol or soft drinks&lt;br /&gt;Favorite ice cream: Cookies-n-Cream&lt;br /&gt;Favorite song: Moments of Love by The Art of Noise&lt;br /&gt;Favorite group/artist: Don't have one&lt;br /&gt;Favorite type of music: I'm feeling anything smooth, R&amp;B, Soul, Jazz, Hip Hop...&lt;br /&gt;Favorite TV show: ANTM, it's the only show I rush home to watch! Anything on TLC or HGTV, Oh and I like Kevin Hill, it's growing on me&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Movie: Mrs. Doubtfire, The Shawshank Redemption, The Color Purple, Breaking 2: The Electric Boogaloo&lt;br /&gt;Where do I work: I have 3 jobs, that's all you need to know...&lt;br /&gt;What do I drive: Honda Accord Coupe&lt;br /&gt;What's in my CD Player: A mixed CD, of R&amp;amp;B! oh and the compilation cd that i got from the Red Maple from a DJ in the UK&lt;br /&gt;Current indulgence: LOL...I won't say the first thing that came to mind, Shopping! I'ma spendthrift...You can put me on the Look for Less anyday!!! Oh and working out, make the body right and Remember to "Relax your muscles"&lt;br /&gt;Needs: Vacation, More time in the day, Vacation (turks and caicos)&lt;br /&gt;Wants: Apartment, Job Security, Land Cruiser, 100K (in that case a house, paid in full)&lt;br /&gt;Hobbies: Designing Clothes, Shopping, I usually read a book, but I haven't recently!&lt;br /&gt;Undergrad Major: Information Systems a.k.a Business Technology Administration&lt;br /&gt;Grad Major (soon): Business Administration or Management Science&lt;br /&gt;Future Job Title: Business Analyst/Consultant, Haute Couture Designer, Fashion Illustrator/Consultant....&lt;br /&gt;Life Aspiration: To learn the meaning of selfless love (Why because I don't want any children, and I think that's selfish, but....I don't care!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao! Fellow Bloggers, 'til the next time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-109881691622896183?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/109881691622896183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/109881691622896183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109881691622896183' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-109871493003025460</id><published>2004-10-25T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T07:35:30.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quotes of the month:&lt;br /&gt;-"I'm like Forrest Gump, because I keep run-ning, and I keep win-ning"&lt;br /&gt;-His name is not Lloyd&lt;br /&gt;-I still like her Moe, alot!&lt;br /&gt;-She's cute in a gremlin sort of way&lt;br /&gt;-Yeah she's cool, weird, but cool&lt;br /&gt;-He massages old people&lt;br /&gt;-He's legal, and that's all that matters&lt;br /&gt;-You sexy beast you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take a moment to shout out Tiffany, sweety, I don't know you like that, but I'm glad that you are okay, it's some rank-butt dudes in the world, I'm glad that you took a negative situation and made light of it, because otherwise, your boyfriend (my brother) would be searching the mean streets of Baltimore to hunt a dude down....That dude has a price over his head at this point....Peace Mami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bugga, Bugga, Bugga, you should just give up alcohol, you're getting old and your tolerance is low, face it, drinking isn't cool, you gotta know that your pimp game doesn't come out when your a little tipsy, it's always there, you just need a little motivation, like a chic buying YOU a drink...How do you love that...And running into ex's isn't so bad, I mean, geesh...you do it at least once a week, you should be use to it....there might be some type of tracking device attached to your wang chung or something, and all the old chics that you use to mess with know where you are going to be and they will be there too....that's a good synopsis, what do you think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reggie, I have your hat dude! I'll keep it in a safe place o k k k !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Red Maple....Mhmmm...Lots of Estrogen...not enough Testosterone...well maybe not the kind that I like!?!? So does everyone have to dress like Kanye West, "It's a party tonite, and who boy...you gotta dress like Kanye" Ughhh No!  If you are let's say a size 12-14, you cannot, I repeat cannot wear gauchos...period! How about wearing crazy color stockings went out in 19 let's say 93...I don't know, what makes you think that you're cute! Ughh and, how is it, that my bruva comes in there with Houndstooth pants and a wool sweater, and a dude comes in with a freakin leather jacket and baggy jeans, not cute! Why do people wear sunglasses in the club! Where is the sun!? Where is the freakin sun dude!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go roller skating pimps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***It's Miney Moe, signing off!***&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/6430455-109871493003025460?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/109871493003025460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/109871493003025460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109871493003025460' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-109823887502216669</id><published>2004-10-19T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T19:21:15.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Topics:&lt;br /&gt;Mannequins to purchase so you can spoon with them&lt;br /&gt;Bathing in Sprite&lt;br /&gt;Single People Unite&lt;br /&gt;Go Get' Em Girl (positive affirmations)&lt;br /&gt;Stalkers&lt;br /&gt;Blackplanet&lt;br /&gt;Masseuse "Rub'em down"; Massages&lt;br /&gt;Working-out&lt;br /&gt;Going to the mall&lt;br /&gt;Visual Appeal (dumb as a doorknob, sexy as crap though)&lt;br /&gt;Blow-up dolls&lt;br /&gt;Partying with the crew&lt;br /&gt;Ex's&lt;br /&gt;Children (and why we should not reproduce)&lt;br /&gt;Needing space (WTF)&lt;br /&gt;Getting older&lt;br /&gt;Marriage (is it in the near future, and if so, who?)&lt;br /&gt;AIM&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo! IM&lt;br /&gt;Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;Polo (and the people who need to admit that they have a problem, addiction)&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Night at the Red Maple (somebody check the darn weather please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6430455-109823887502216669?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/109823887502216669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/109823887502216669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109823887502216669' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-109761629074845194</id><published>2004-10-12T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T14:24:50.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks to everyone that came out, God Bless and Goodnight&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks to those that didn't come out, I know you were thinking about me anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a grrrreeeeaatt time this weekend, I'm hoarse, my legs hurt, I have bruises, and my hair is all over the place....&lt;br /&gt;Party hard peasants. 'til next time...&lt;br /&gt;Hey bruva, Oy....Red Maple...gotta love those faucets&lt;br /&gt;Hey everybody else....Dream was off the chains...anybody want to say "stalker", people look so much different in the dark...especially eyes...you can't tell that they are freaking crossed like a mutha!, the people you run into at the club...can we say, haven't seen you since high school...Okay so...how about H2O huh!!! same got darn "stalkers", are we magnets for stalker-ish like activity...get naked, get naked! Really sexy men, whoooh...okay like one really sexy man in the club the whole freakin night...and i only danced with him once!!!! and when I went to go look for him, he was no where to be found....(darn he was fine) and the man with the gut...who asked me how i got those...you mean abs....duh....exercise anus...exercise...and don't touch me....with your hands you perverse individual. Do i look 30!  if i do please let me know, because I am not into the sugar daddy thing...dude! go home to your wife-n-kids! talking bout can we talk, about what...your kids that are my age! no! heck no! Tiff, how'd you lose your phone...i mean it was in your hands, and then it wasn't...like magic....Oh what a weekend....Dream, H2O and The Red Maple....&lt;br /&gt;Thanks people for partying with the kid....and those that didn't...redeem yourselves soon!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-109761629074845194?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/109761629074845194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/109761629074845194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109761629074845194' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-109717658356514151</id><published>2004-10-07T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T12:16:23.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What are the "Laws of Attraction"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attract whatever we choose to give our attention to- wanted or unwanted! Most of the time we attract by "default" rather than deliberate choice. Sux huh!&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself:&lt;br /&gt;1. What it is that you want? Exactly?...&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you willing to make the proper moves to get what you want?&lt;br /&gt;3. Ask yourself number 1 again to  make sure.&lt;br /&gt;4. Now allow what you want to come to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was easy...wasn't it!!!&lt;br /&gt;Heck No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the Laws of Attraction do not include Physical...pure physical attraction...is evil! Don't be fooled ladies and gentlemen, looks matter to everyone...even if it's just a little, it  matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the signs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;dilated pupils&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reddening of the skin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;moist lips&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;These things arouse the basis of human instinct...and what pray tell comes after that...come on...let's be honest...don't be shy...you sexy person you...I told you all I hate the word "sexy" right...Do you want to know whay????  Because that desire is to lead to the wish to have sex. Sex...Sex...Sex...somebody be abstinent...why don't you...Geesh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope you've all learned something meaningful, and well, I hope that you all learn to supress your feelings, because well no one would want to look at you, when your pupils are dilated, and your mouth is wet....go dry heave the wall or something..you nasty bastard!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-109717658356514151?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/109717658356514151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/109717658356514151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109717658356514151' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-109699705915997676</id><published>2004-10-05T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T10:24:19.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Come and Celebrate with Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;This Weekend for my 23rd Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 8th, 2004 Party until 3:07am, the time I was born!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;DREAM NIGHTCLUB&lt;br /&gt;1350 Okie Street,  NE&lt;br /&gt;Washington, DC 20002&lt;br /&gt;Free before 10:30 with a guest pass&lt;br /&gt;Get online at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.welcometodream.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;www.welcometodream.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Dress to impress, Ladies and Men, No Jeans…or Athletic Attire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 9th, 2004 *** Let’s celebrate My birthday***&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;H2O&lt;br /&gt;800 Water Street, SW Waterfront&lt;br /&gt;Washington, DC 20024&lt;br /&gt;Free before 11:00 with a guest pass&lt;br /&gt;Get online at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.h2odc.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;www.h2odc.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Dress to impress, Ladies and Men, No Jeans…or Athletic Attire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need more info contact me at ("i'll never tell")&lt;br /&gt;If you need to follow me down, we will be leaving promptly at 9:00 on Friday and 9:30 on Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RSVP by phone or email me at "uwishuknew" or "yeahrightplease"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Pass this on to all your friends, you don’t have to come with me, just be there to celebrate with me!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-109699705915997676?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/109699705915997676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/109699705915997676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109699705915997676' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-109648458505338113</id><published>2004-09-29T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T12:03:05.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quarter Life Crisis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(it's a real thing)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis." It is when you stop going along  with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about  yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or  two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now. You  start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends  that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people  you have ever met, and the, people you have lost touch with are some of  the most important ones.  What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't  really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as  you. You look at your job... and it is not even close to what you  thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and  realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that  scares you. Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and  find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that  you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding  things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't. One minute,  you are insecure and then the next, secure. You laugh and cry with the  greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused.  Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with  dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and  further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move  forward. You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such  damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person. One night  stands and random hook ups start to look cheap. Getting wasted and  acting like an idiot don't seem as fun. You go through the same emotion s  and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same  topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for  yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd  just like to be a contender!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Quote of the Day: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can you relate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Au Revoir &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-109648458505338113?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/109648458505338113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/109648458505338113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109648458505338113' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-109630744279033826</id><published>2004-09-27T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T10:50:42.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to say a Happy Be-lated B-day to the Blazin Asian John....We did it up for your b-day dude, I hope you remember it, I hope you remember who was there, because you were tore up when you left...as I assume you planned!! It felt good seeing everybody and partying hard like we use to, Representin' DSS, and of course spending some QT with my bruvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;HomoThugs&lt;br /&gt;What sparked this issue...? Jillians! You are not cute wearing Baggy jeans, Timberlands, and a see thru shirt, that's far from cute, or maybe you think you're Kanye West, and you have on a blazer, a t-shirt and some sneakers, or maybe you like to wear pedal pushers otherwise known as knicker bockers...(not happenin') Let's rewind a little bit...Wearing a tight shirt so that your muscle-bound arms are showcased is not cute, I'm certain you left with tight ring marks around your biceps...&lt;br /&gt;That's just GAY!&lt;br /&gt;Dudes, there is nothing thuggish about sleeping with a dude...Don't get me wrong I don't have anything against being gay...Do you!&lt;br /&gt;Just don't come up and be wearing tight t-shirts, thinking  you cute, but be real thorough...it just doesn't mesh well dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the basics:&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about how old dudes should not go to the club, or old females at that.  Stay at home with your kids, or better yet, isn't that what Melbas, and Zanzibar is for...Stay there, do not venture into the 21 and over clubs, a matter of factly, there should be a ceiling, let's say 21 to 30...uhmm..wait...29...Yeah...that's cool, we can party with yall, at least your kids are more than likey only in Junior High...not college!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well people, it's been a pleasure...Black and Gold Ball this weekend...(Hurtin' em)...The birthday weekend celebration is approaching! Hey bruva, how was the Red Maple on Sunday....Hopefully you have some good news about that...Anyways I'll be getting back to you all on the details...Ciao for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-109630744279033826?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/109630744279033826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/109630744279033826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109630744279033826' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-109536760014337212</id><published>2004-09-16T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T13:46:40.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is it that this young whipper snappers think that I want to talk to them...Yeah I might look a little  young, why, I look a lot young, but that matter is: I don't want to talk to you, you just got out of high school, you just became able to go to the clubs that I go to...get a grip dude...get a grip...&lt;br /&gt;Dinner party this weekend...the kid has to make a guest appearance...yes indeed, I miss the family...&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a project and that project is not to be sarcastic. I'm not generally sarcastic, only sometimes when I'm provoked, and you have to be...those situations are prime reasons to be sarcastic...you just have to, especially when someone isn't thinking logically, and you have to break it down for them in terms that they don't understand and it comes out the wrong way....&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, I don't like gifted sarcastic people, just sarcastic because the sky is blue...just because, those type of people need to be shot in the foreheads with bee-bee guns, but thats just my opinion...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...back to the dudes who are like 19, talking bout Shorty...wassup witchu...how about i'm bout to graduate from college, i've worked for a long time and you can't take care of me, get a life, date a high school student, that's normal isn't it...Geesh, get off my case, I like telling my age, sometimes I knock it up one, that's only because my b-day is late, and everybody else's birthday is in the beginning of the year or in the middle of the year. But...who cares&lt;br /&gt;My birthday celebration this year, I don't know what I'm going to do!!! Maybe i'll just tell everyone to meet me at H20 and we will have lot's and lots of fun...that sounds like a plan doesn't it...sometimes I wish I knew some party promoters so that they could throw me a party, i can care less about presents, i just want to be showered with birthday wishes and dance til my heart hurts...yah mean....&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm tired of typing, I should be stuffing envelopes and that's what I'm going to do after I finish this line with a period. or maybe a few periods... great...that's good... Ciao&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/6430455-109536760014337212?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/109536760014337212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/109536760014337212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109536760014337212' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-109466746779505439</id><published>2004-09-08T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T11:17:47.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not going to do any senseless rambling today, I have class shortly, so just deal with the limited amount of stuff on this entry today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about...Careers...No!...Exercise...No!...Being Broke...Ugghh No!...Men...Okay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have you ever been in a situation when a person is totally and utterly attracted to you, and you have no physical attraction to them...you just want to be there friend...or maybe you've been in a situation when you really cared for someone, but they fell in love with you over a 3 month time period and now they want to take it to the next level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...there is this person whom I think is very cool, chill guy...nice guy...just not really...what I like physically...He's always pushing up on me, and always wanting to tell me what he can do for me....I doubt it very seriously buddy...but anyway...the child knows my cell number and he emails me...Why did I do this to myself....Is there a very nice way to tell a person... You're not as cute as you think you are, and well I'm not physically attracted to you, actually, I'm not attracted to you at all, the thought makes my tummy rumble...Urghhhh huhmmph...not a good feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you've really liked a guy and you think wow, this is comfortable...fun even, but you realize that he wants more than you can give to him at that time, and he loves you...he's fallin in love with you, and it's only been 3 months...okay maybe it was more like 5, but you get the point.  And then he wants to make you feel like the bad guy, because he doesn't remember you telling him when you first met him, I'm single and I like it that way...I don't have the time for a boyfreind or friend with benefits...I'm trying to do me now....and that's it...no commitment!&lt;br /&gt;Geesh I remember that quite vividly...and I don't remember stuff, but I usually remember my Disclaimer....the disclaimer is what gets you all the time...ladies and gentlemen, never forget to state your disclaimer it will help you out in the long run...say it on your first phone convo...give them a business card with the disclaimer on the back...geesh do something...would you...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay people...Ciao for now, I'll talk to you all later...I gotta pee!&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/6430455-109466746779505439?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/109466746779505439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/109466746779505439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109466746779505439' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-109457583979920560</id><published>2004-09-07T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T09:50:39.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I went to water on Sunday night...I must say I had a good time! How do I know I had a good time, because my legs still hurt...We were hot stuff on Sunday night...You would think you hear the name "Ginuwine" a crap load of girls would be at the club, but no...it was a mass of men, a sea even....Now the fish weren't all that appetizing, but the abundance was good, mad dudes were on my jock...Why...One guy kept putting his hands on my waist talking 'bout...you are so cute, like "this much" and he would use hand gestures to indicate, "a little bit"... at that point i had to walk away, because you don't tell a woman, she's a little bit cute...was that a pun to my height... Anyway&lt;br /&gt;Why do I give out my phone number, it's because I feel sorry for people...I really don't want to give you my number, but the likelihood of us meeting up again is evident, the Baltimore-Washington-Virginia area is full of the same people that you see every weekend...Hopefully these people won't remember my name or at least remember that they even went out on Sunday... Drunks are hilarious&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for living quarters...and that's all that I'll say about that...I'm not going to tell you were I'm looking, you might want to come and visit...and I don't want you to visit...basically.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry that I've been neglectful to the blog, it is a great outlet for me, to be creative, funny and well downright honest...&lt;br /&gt;So I want to say I love you to my peeps, my extending family (whom I haven't seen in like forever), and to all of the fellow blog readers...&lt;br /&gt;Holla at cha girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question:&lt;br /&gt;Where are the party's at people? and a better question is, Are they free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing funny today...it's a normal day..school is definitelyl in affect!! Ciao&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/6430455-109457583979920560?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/109457583979920560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/109457583979920560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109457583979920560' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-109355445411933442</id><published>2004-08-26T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T14:07:34.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was gone for a minute but i'm back peasants, the queen is back...and I won't keep you waiting like this anymore, well at least i will try, I'm sorry....Kisses kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back right after these messages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Breathe, Stretch, Shake, and Let it Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-109355445411933442?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/109355445411933442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/109355445411933442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109355445411933442' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-108985251841287239</id><published>2004-07-14T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T08:27:02.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>H20 was definitely off the hook on Saturday, I had a blast...To exert energy and then pass it on to someone else is the most awesome thing created. Just remember to "relax your mussscccccllllees" &lt;br /&gt;Anyone extremely stressed out like most people that I know right now, here's some advice, Masturbate...If your having a fudged up day, or even a fudged up week...The best medicine...Masturbation... Go rub one out, feel free to double click the mouse!! Why not! &lt;br /&gt;You know that girl or that fellow, doesn't want to be bothered with you and your whining or your stupid antic....Get to know yourself...Release that bodily tension, and don't hurt anybody...It's safe, your not at risk of any STI's and you don't have to call your ex-girlfriend or ex-boyfriend, or your FB or your FG....Just be one with yourself, and enjoy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on this whole Profane Language is a No-No kick, so uhmmm, here's the Disclaimer: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Before reading this blog, you may encounter words such as "Fudge", "Ewok", "Sugar, Honey, Iced-Tea", "Chubaccah", In the event that these phrases offend you, you must immediately leave this page, &lt;br /&gt;Directions: &lt;br /&gt;Go to the box with the "X" inscribed in it, click and your......done!" &lt;br /&gt;Wasn't that appetizing...Now, back to the basics, is anyone else suffering from the "Itis" any Itis, some type of itis...because I am... &lt;br /&gt;Later Ladies and Gents....Remember Virgin is not a Dirty Word, It's a Word of which implies that you are a Dirty Liar! &lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-108985251841287239?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108985251841287239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108985251841287239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108985251841287239' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-108985176111199087</id><published>2004-07-14T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T17:36:01.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, I'm posting...Mhmmm what can I say...I missed out on the cookout...Oh well maybe the next one! &lt;br /&gt;Had a ball at H20...You just don't understand how the Floetry look was killin 'em on Saturday night...Wassup to the Party Ladies..."Relax your Musssscccclllleeess" Haaahahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everyone having a nervous breakdown, well if so....masturbate...it might make you feel better...A lot of unruly things are happening to great people, so I hope that the storm will be over soon for you all, in the mean while, rub one out or double click the mouse.....Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's but a dreary mishap that we all encounter...in search of some got darn sunshine...Oh yeah so I'm back on my profanity is not the answer kick...so if some words like, "Fudge", "Darn-it", "Sugar, Honey, Iced-Tea" surfaces, then you'll know exactly what I'm talking about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now ladies and gents, the kid is going back to the books...I'm so ready to graduate, anyone else suffering from the "itis"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-108985176111199087?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108985176111199087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108985176111199087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108985176111199087' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-108863695458747020</id><published>2004-06-30T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T16:09:14.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Congrats to My Bestest Friend/Favorite Person in the World/Play Cousin/Wish I had her Eyebrows otherwise known as Toi&lt;br /&gt;She bought a house yall and she just moved in this weekend...I'm so excited for her, of course I'm supposed to be the interior designer but if you didn't know my best friend has control issues...so I just give my creative support from the background.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is new...Not a darn thing, no more phone calls from chicks I don't know and no more drama....hallelujah!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmmmm, I need to get a radio put in my car, but geesh....i don't have time to go and get it, but I'm working on that one too...So bruva is going to hook a sista up in the whip, I'm tired of listening to cassette tapes and the freaking radio, I don't have any CD's but that's okay too, I'll just steal them from everybody else, and I'm very much okay with that!  The 4th of July weekend is coming up, Who's partying and where for goodness sakes.  I just got my loan status from Educaid...looks as if I'ma be a broke angry black woman for the next ten to fifteen years, pray for me, that's all that i can say...Okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anybody wanna take me to freaking New York!  You don't need to know why, just do it...dag on it!!! Holla atcha girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lately I, would cry for you..." - Jodeci&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-108863695458747020?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108863695458747020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108863695458747020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108863695458747020' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-108809468514816159</id><published>2004-06-24T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T09:32:57.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=4 width=200px&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#ffcccc align=center&gt;&lt;font style='color:black; font-size:18pt;'&gt;How to make a Lollipopkid Martini&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;font style='color:black; font-size:12pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 parts sexiness&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 parts intelligence&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 parts creativity&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#ffffcc&gt;&lt;font style='color:black; font-size:12pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Method:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Shake it don't stir, and pour into a martini glass. Add lovability to taste! Do not overindulge! You may come up a little short! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;/div align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;form method="POST" action="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php"&gt;Username:&lt;input name="uname"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;input type=submit value="How do you make a 'you'?"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php"&gt;Personality cocktail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That darn Bre-nutz!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-108809468514816159?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108809468514816159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108809468514816159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108809468514816159' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-108809348187832383</id><published>2004-06-24T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T09:11:21.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tommy Mottola...lives on the road...&lt;br /&gt;He lost his lady....two months ago...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he'll find her....maybe he won't...&lt;br /&gt;The wonders of looovvveeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always you'll be my friend...&lt;br /&gt;Cher Chez La Femme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this song in my head?  I don't know, but how about I had a really decent nite the other nite...even though I didn't get to bed til well, did I go to bed...??? I've just been so drained and so tired...No drama...Woooohhhh Hooooo!! I could jump up and down...that would be a little too much though..don't you think.  Anyway, working out has become a wonderful routine, I'm starting to see changes in my body, "I'm dead sexy, Yeah!"  Oh, 'scuse me I got caught off guard there for a minute...My bad....!!! Cher Chez La Femme...I listen to too much old music... To everyone that is in love with old school r&amp;b like myself, or just r&amp;b in general, guess what i was listening too last nite...freaking anita baker, playa (cheers to you), and tweet...Tweet's cd is really nice....how about going to cop it...you all know that i'm black and well i don't buy cd's, it's all about the bootleg...and I'm okay with that..you don't have to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so that's enuf of that, i don't think that i have much else to say, i was up all nite working on a stupid stat project...why am i a procrastinator..why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "Weeeeeee represent the Lollipop kidz, the lollipop kidz, the lollipop kidz...and in the name of the Lolllliiiippppoooopppp kidz....I whip your ass if you call me a munchskin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm a pony, I'm a pony! (did you know that it takes milliseconds for a man to become fully aroused, and 2 freakin' minutes for women)Who said we didn't invent foreplay...Hi-five on that one ladies.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-108809348187832383?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108809348187832383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108809348187832383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108809348187832383' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-108784652405062471</id><published>2004-06-21T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T12:36:08.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am sooo not a bitter person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks too my bruva the Black Stallion for his, on-point poetry.  I appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;I just want you all to know, that I don't have bad taste...Everyone has someone that they care about a little too much...and that was my case...I think I have decent taste in men... so please don't try to hook me up with someone that you think is Oh-so-wonderful won't hurt you...I'm not looking...Thanks but no thanks... I can find a dude on my freaking own...I'm not a charity case, last time I checked I can hold my own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I have to say about that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankie Beverly and Maze....amazing...simply amazing...Good Friends Good Music, I had a wonderful time at the African-American Heritage Festival.  It was absolutely empowering, and I really needed the feel good music to calm me, because the belly of the beast resurfaced again with a phone call to my cell phone.  Check this...don't call me whining about shit I don't care about...okay....go talk to him, let him make you feel better aight....Stop...Think about it....and then Pro-fucking-ceed!  Ughhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY ME!? That's all I want to know...? WHY ME....Why not someone else...shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doo doo dododo...We're sorry the person you have just called, has been declared clinically insane, if you have reached this message in error...No you haven't reached this message in error...it's definately true...So try again...in about a week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holla atcha girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-108784652405062471?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108784652405062471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108784652405062471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108784652405062471' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-108740233636758295</id><published>2004-06-16T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T09:12:16.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woooo-mutha-fuckin-saahhhhhhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The belly of the beast has presented itself to me on my front porch yesterday evening after a full day of shoppping at Ikea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter to You:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck! I'm too good for you! See the good thing is you can go pacify her and it will be all better, and she'll take you back...That's great cuz that's what you want.  What's even better is I don't want you and I never did, And you've lost me, and that's what I want.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I ever think that I should go below my own means, a princess talking to a peasant.  You piece of lowly shit.  Have a great life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way...."Whose your punk bitch now, nigga?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, &lt;br /&gt;The kind of woman you will never ever have the pleasure of meeting in your ENTIRE life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go fuck yourself....Royally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to the normal me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, at this point I don't have anything else to say...Ciao people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And who are you?" - Me&lt;br /&gt;"Im his girlfriend for 2 years!" - Her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two years, now that's pushing it" - Black Stallion&lt;br /&gt;"You met him first, didn't you?" - Bugga foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww Horse Pooo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-108740233636758295?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108740233636758295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108740233636758295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108740233636758295' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-108733361581092006</id><published>2004-06-15T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T14:06:55.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Read this, it's hilarious...short conversation with a guy...(not from Baltimore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - "So what's wrong with Baltimore girls?"&lt;br /&gt;Him - "Baltimore girls don't look clean, the light-skinned ones in and around the city, the ones from the county usually look better!"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "Clean?"&lt;br /&gt;Him - "Yeah, they look dirty"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "So what are you saying exactly, I'm a light skinned girl from Baltimore"&lt;br /&gt;Him - "Yeah, but you look like you're from PG"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "I look clean"&lt;br /&gt;Him - "Yeah"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "?"&lt;br /&gt;Him - "You don't look like a Baltimore girl"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "?"&lt;br /&gt;Him - "You not a dirty looking Baltimore girl"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "Riiiiiigggggggghhhhhhhttt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the world was this about?  Do you all know that people from other places think Baltimore girls are dirty looking, or whatever that's suppose to mean. Why do people have personal gripes with Baltimore girls.  I don't think any guy that's ever met me, has said "Those darn Baltimore girls" with disdain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is my mission: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on a quest to visit some certain states so that everyone will get to know this sweet, caring, loving, wonderful, extremely intelligent, be-u-tiful, Baltimorean!&lt;br /&gt;Who can I take with me, I can't go alone... Fellas, Ladies...Let's do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am a Fashion Goddess"  - Me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-108733361581092006?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108733361581092006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108733361581092006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108733361581092006' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-108680550565858272</id><published>2004-06-09T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T11:25:05.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do your ears hang low&lt;br /&gt;Do they wobble to and fro &lt;br /&gt;Can you tie them in a knot&lt;br /&gt;Can you tie them in a bow&lt;br /&gt;Can you throw them over your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Like a Continental soldier&lt;br /&gt;Do your ears hang low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love songs like this that keep repeating itself in your brain long after, the song has been played or mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the song that does'nt end&lt;br /&gt;Yes it goes on and on my friend&lt;br /&gt;Some people started singing it and not knowing what it does&lt;br /&gt;and You'll continue singing it forever just because&lt;br /&gt;This is the song that does'nt end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started something haven't I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Oh Well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what else is annoying...The music from the ice cream truck...Wow that can drive a sane person mad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a conversation last night with my best friend about guys and the result was "no result".  I still don't get them and they sure don't get us.  I've come to the conclusion that at this age, we may be suffering from a quarter-life crisis, here are some symptoms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what you want to do in life&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of commitment&lt;br /&gt;Been in school too long&lt;br /&gt;Don't want any children, or you have children that you no longer want&lt;br /&gt;You really don't like your friends&lt;br /&gt;You'd rather be by yourself (I'm alone with no one here beside me, my fears are all far gone...But you gotta  have...friends)&lt;br /&gt;Your in a rut that you can't get out of&lt;br /&gt;You hate your parents and love them at the same time&lt;br /&gt;You want to move out but you can't cuz your a broke college student or in some entry level position (Can we say retail)&lt;br /&gt;All the guys/girls you meet are whack&lt;br /&gt;Your tired of being used for your money, body, looks, cooking, cleaning (Whatever your talent may be)&lt;br /&gt;You daydream a lot...like 30% of the day&lt;br /&gt;You are always in need of a vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If these things apply to you...GET HELP NOW!&lt;br /&gt;No need to deprive yourself of a decent future...go call up a friend, ask them if they know of anyone who sells crack cocaine...the good stuff....and get fucked up! YEAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm kidding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Seriously, I'm kidding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now playmates....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-108680550565858272?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108680550565858272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108680550565858272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108680550565858272' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-108610519969928983</id><published>2004-06-01T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T08:53:19.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday, May 27, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I went to Bohagers with the fellas.  The foam was off the hook, we danced...Bugga is a pimp.  I love my bruvas!!!  People shouldn't drink... Mhmmmm....What's in a name? Hahhahahahah!!!!  Getting wet, the sand....The damned sand that I can't get out of my sneakers...guess it's time for a new pair.  Making an big A-hole out of myself...Huge...like gargantuan size A-hole...Wow!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, May 29, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H20....Ayyy Girl in the Pink...."I don't have on pink, it's fuschia!"  Okay...we danced all night...like all night... "Excuse me, I just wanted to tell you that you are soooooo b-ea-u-tiful", "thank you" and you continue to dance...Brothers...here's a bit of advice...When you feel your manhood start to rise when your dancing with a girl...Move away...turn her around, dance face to face...I don't wanna feel your johnson on my bum....Thank you.  Talmesha is a dancing machine....Excuse me can you take off your hat, i can't see your face....Mhmmm...maybe because I don't want you to, playa....Sorry Andrene for the broken toe, I feel your pain...just less of it!  Seeing people you wish you didn't see...Why are YOU at the club...buddy!  And the ashy foot Q, who wanted to take us on a boat cruise...maybe uhhhmmm sandals aren't for you.  Lotion bruh...lotion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, May 30, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Republic Gardens....White Suit...long jacket...the short man...who likes big women...Yeah Toi!!! hahahah!  The stalker....Sorry Carla!! and of course, the smell of barbecue chicken...gotta love it! And we got in for free...that's more than i can say for H20, never again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of this wonderful week, I started classes on June the 1st, and what's my first class...Physical Fitness....I am not in shape...but I will be by July...Haterz, keep hatin...cuz the girl is on FIYA!   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-108610519969928983?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108610519969928983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108610519969928983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108610519969928983' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-108541970837873026</id><published>2004-05-24T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T10:28:28.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Bugga, I think the linen would be wonderful...fantastic...outstanding even.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Did I mention that I hate school, like I really hate school and I can't wait until it's over, for good.  I really don't have much to say today, I'm busy at work, making that mighty dollar, to pay bills of course. &lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanna take care of me...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Quote today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-108541970837873026?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108541970837873026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108541970837873026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108541970837873026' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-108445918431861986</id><published>2004-05-13T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T07:39:44.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The semester is almost over.... (Thank God)....and I'm not going crazy (some people may beg to differ), but for the most part, it's almost over.  Yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to say today...Studying, working, more working, and working some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holla at your girl...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Club Ozio's....Mhmmmmmm!!! Let's reminisce, Stalker...No rhythm...Step in the name of love....Carla's face....Lance's face....that girl....Stalker....White boy dancing....Being a naughty girl...(hehehehehehee)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-108445918431861986?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108445918431861986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108445918431861986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108445918431861986' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-108369052523413622</id><published>2004-05-04T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T10:12:38.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here is my &lt;strong&gt;Fudge You!!!&lt;/strong&gt;monologue, inspired by the Movie, "25th Hour"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fudge you niggas, who don't wanna commit...nigga neither do I&lt;br /&gt;Fudge MVA...long azz lines, stop it with the stoopid azz mailings&lt;br /&gt;Fudge meter maids...fudge you and your quota...ignorant bastards&lt;br /&gt;Fudge you females who can't be upfront wit a nigga, got my fam actin all crazy over you anal biatches&lt;br /&gt;Fudge you smuts, who because that's what you are, we had to create a name for you&lt;br /&gt;Fudge Baltimore, You egotistical bastards, who ain't even been outside of Baltimore Co., you one track mind nimrods, Baltimore is not a state&lt;br /&gt;Fudge UMBC.... I hate you and the fact that you as an institution make it hard for college students to work and go to school&lt;br /&gt;Fudge the Governor and the Mayor, Damn you two... now there will be hundreds and thousands of high school graduates who won't be able to attend college because they can't afford it, and you promote schools like UMBC, that has this unbelievable course schedule which won't allow you to work and go to school, "Did you really think you would graduate in 4 years?"&lt;br /&gt;Fudge working, I'm tired, I'm 22 years old, and I've been working since I was 13 or 14, bastards I should be retiring by the time I'm 30.&lt;br /&gt;Fudge having a relationship, people just can't get along, we are from different planets...not that I'm okay with that gay ish, speaking of which...&lt;br /&gt;Fudge you homosexuals...how come you get a march, i don't care if you like to lick bushes, or pack fudge into someone's azz, i don't care...and who cares if you wanna get married...live together for 10 years...that's common law&lt;br /&gt;Fudge thge war....when are our troops coming home&lt;br /&gt;Fudge the pedophile priests out there, you are damned to hell, you azz holes, I hope the devil, sticks a pitch fork of hot coal, up your ass for eternity, you azz backward cock sucker&lt;br /&gt;Fudge reality TV, if it ain't MTV's Real World, don't watch it, You ugly ducklings, you'll never be swans....stoopid&lt;br /&gt;Fudge MTV's the Band....Did you really think that you were Too Hott for TV....ughhh No!!!... How bout you all just got played, now it's gonna be hell of hard for you to try and get a deal, did you not realize, that you were just a show on TV&lt;br /&gt;Fudge Sex and the City for going off the air.........I take that back, I love sex and the city...Sorry&lt;br /&gt;Fudge being apologetic...women...do you know that we apologize for crap we ain't even do...like shut the fudge up with the I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Fudge Reuben Studdard for that darn song....you can't apologize for a whole entire year....say it when you mean it!!&lt;br /&gt;Fudge 30 year olds who have kids, and aren't divorced yet....how about that&lt;br /&gt;Fudge you skinny muh-fudgers who think your like " Mr. Greatest Sex Ever"...No....Sorry, your not...and no one told you that bull ish&lt;br /&gt;Fudge you light-bright niggas...date a black girl, like really black, you pretty bastard...stop it with the onward movement of Pretty People Unite&lt;br /&gt;Fudge you niggas who say "Shorty you Sexy"....just say i make you wanna have sex with me...say I'm attractive, I hate the word sexy&lt;br /&gt;Fudge models, you tall biatches...i hope your legs fall off...power to the short people&lt;br /&gt;Fudge being 5 feet...I can't reach ish&lt;br /&gt;Fudge sex....the ish hurts and...trust me...your probably not that good anyway.....&lt;br /&gt;Fudge you ugly niggas who keep coming up to us ladies at the club....go to hell&lt;br /&gt;Fudge you biatches who keep looking at us in the club...compliment me biatch!...Trust...cuz, I'm complimenting the fact that you and your girls came in here looking like you fly....flying monkeys maybe&lt;br /&gt;Fudge being the light skinned girl of the group....kill it with the onward movement of brown-skinned people....no one said yall was out...maybe i'm out...&lt;br /&gt;Fudge the fact that no one writes in their darn blog anymore&lt;br /&gt;Fudge the fact that I can't go out with my fam anymore during the weekend because I work like a Haitian-Jamaican&lt;br /&gt;Fudge New York niggas that keep saying "son" is that the equivalent to "yo"...but don't they say "Yo...Son"...ughhh, wouldn't that be like saying, "Yo....Yo"&lt;br /&gt;Fudge you short niggas....Let's get it straight....5' 8' is not tall for a dude...and don't compare yourself to me...I'm short!&lt;br /&gt;Fudge Black Planet....who are you and why is your e-wok chubacca-looking azz on my page&lt;br /&gt;Fudge you People in Sororities and Fraternities...Never say, "Yo, I'm not gonna change"  Bull-crap...You've changed...You indifferent muhfudgers...yall can't even get along with eachother&lt;br /&gt;Fudge Wisconsin....mhmmmphh why not&lt;br /&gt;Fudge ex-boyfriends/girlfriends....current boyfriends/girlfriends...and soon to be boyfriends/girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;Fudge Club Music...oh can you stop it with the running on of the beat....no one else likes our music except for us&lt;br /&gt;Fudge Go-Go.... I mean what...Pots and Pans...?&lt;br /&gt;Fudge you niggas from the Carolinas....not really southern-breed huh! You ain't gentlemen for real&lt;br /&gt;Fudge the Ghetto....go figure&lt;br /&gt;Fudge niggas with kids outta wed-lock....get a whole box of condoms...incondominate your entire body&lt;br /&gt;Fudge you dudes who can't tell a girl how you feel....feel this (kduwouywa;kjtiuaotualktjoaihgyah01777!!)&lt;br /&gt;Fudge you dudes who just wanna have sex....females...don't just wanna have sex..you need to pay for that....go to Baltimore street...Hookers available!!! Strippers too!!! or go rub one out...aight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired now.... There is plenty more...&lt;br /&gt;Dick... I'm with you on the WooooSahhhh kick...just need to relax, in this muhfudger, but sometimes...you just gotta get it off your chest....Mhhmmm I feel better....&lt;br /&gt;Ciao Peasants...&lt;br /&gt;Princess Mighty Moe...signing off....anybody got the 25th hour on DVD...&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/6430455-108369052523413622?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108369052523413622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108369052523413622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108369052523413622' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-108318549800516483</id><published>2004-04-28T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T13:55:54.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like being borderline genius today, so read this quote and just think about it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: &lt;br /&gt;"A human being is a part of the whole, called by us "Universe," a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest - a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty. Nobody is able to achieve this completely, but the striving for such achievement is in itself a part of the liberation and a foundation for inner security."&lt;br /&gt;--Albert Einstein&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/6430455-108318549800516483?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108318549800516483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108318549800516483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108318549800516483' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-108308971537905387</id><published>2004-04-27T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T11:20:20.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, I jus wanna give shout outs to everybody..you ready here it go...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way...Yeah Dick, it is from Kill Bill...Gotta love it!&lt;br /&gt;Mind you these are in no particular order..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My bestest friend/favorite person in the world: You need help...That's all&lt;br /&gt;-My fake/play bruvas:&lt;br /&gt;   -Dizzy/Bugga/Bugga Foot/Leaky Buddah/Anus: Pick a girl, any girl.  It's like a game of spades, play to win niggah...&lt;br /&gt;   -Dick/Black Stallion/Sexy Beast/Partyboy/You strippin muhfudger: Make dat money baby&lt;br /&gt;   -Doc/Durango Yo/Hot damn/There he go/Pretty azz nigga: Why the fudge ain't you writing  in  your blog&lt;br /&gt;   -Sheedio/Yo dats sheed/Tall nigga/I be dancin' wit his knees: You aight ova der in Chick-a-go&lt;br /&gt;   -Jay/Little muhfudger: When is you and bugga movin?&lt;br /&gt;   -Fuller/Durdyboy/Mexican half-breed/Hairy monster: Can you cut my grass, and work on my car?&lt;br /&gt;    -Mr. Dax/Anus: You been sniffing some of those chemicals dude...Do you see dead people&lt;br /&gt;    -Blazian Asian/John: I never see you anymore dude&lt;br /&gt;-Carla/Wee little brownskin/Number 2: Niggas ain't ish.&lt;br /&gt;-DSS: I miss yall fools&lt;br /&gt;-Big Erika/Bease: Get your black azz back in school please...thank you&lt;br /&gt;-Lil Erika/The Lioness: You betta take your tale out wit us the next time we go to H20&lt;br /&gt;-Ivy/Shiny lip yo/My lil sis/Egypt: HA...when we going to the club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmmm.. dat about it for right now...holla at your girl...Miney Mo, Medium-sized Mo, Mowgli...and all that stuff...Ciao!&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/6430455-108308971537905387?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108308971537905387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108308971537905387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108308971537905387' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-108301402721612555</id><published>2004-04-26T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T14:18:00.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.....This is entry number 2, because I just accidentally deleted what I had typed...So let's try this all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We....represent the Lollipopkidz , the Lollipopkidz, the Lollipopkidz, and you better not sing along bastard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a conversation with my friend the other day.  The topic: &lt;strong&gt;Men with Children&lt;/strong&gt;, How do I feel about getting into a relationship with a man who has a child or children?  Well I don't feel anything. I think that if that situation were to present itself, I probably wouldn't be too happy about it, see I'm a little bit selfish, and I need to know that I am a priority on his list.  And there is no way that if you have children, you have time to be with me.  Selfishness is not a virtue, yes I know...but I still don't think that I could handle it.  What do you guys think about women who have kids, do you discriminate because she has children... very much confused in Baltimore, Holla back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on another note, so I've contacted this pageant..called Miss Petite International, because I'm short and I'm beautiful damnit.  What do you have to say about that.  I'm tired of the norm being that chic that's 5'7'' and taller, why can't a girl that's 5'6'' and under be one of America's next top model's.  You can even walk into one of the Petite stores, and the models on the ads will be tall...WTF.(fudge) What is that all about, bad enuf I am a double threat, but triple.... I'm a woman --wammie #1, I'm an african american --wammie #2, and my third wammie is that I'm short...I can't tolerate this, so my life's mission is to create some type of outlet for women who are petite and under the 5'6'' range...well there will be a range of 5'0'' to 5'6'' because otherwise your just a midget, and they have there own outlets...So...what do you think about that...you pricks!!! Tall bastards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "Holla at your boy, we can shoot the shit for a few, or we can go to dinner for some chat and chew", This guy is pure genius, that's why he's my play bruva...&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/6430455-108301402721612555?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108301402721612555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108301402721612555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108301402721612555' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-108248340379167653</id><published>2004-04-20T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T10:54:08.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bang...Bang...He Hit the Ground&lt;br /&gt;Bang...Bang...I shot my lover down&lt;br /&gt;Bang...Bang...Do you hear the sound&lt;br /&gt;Bang...Bang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what I'm talking about?  Bang...Bang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel good...and if the reason I don't feel good is because of you, then Screw Off.... Fart Face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang...Bang...I shot you down..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-108248340379167653?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108248340379167653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108248340379167653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108248340379167653' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-108205108686322638</id><published>2004-04-15T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T10:48:44.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone wanna teach me Spanish, please... I need it in my life...I want it in my life... Are the only anus' that write in their journals people who are most depressed, or is it the people with the most to say... I usually don't have much to say...I just use blogger as an outlet to be truthful and honest...or to lie, steal and cheat, and all of that heathen-like stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get dressed up and go somewhere...warm...I need a break... as I stated in the last entry...Sometimes the hum-drum of everyday life is just too much, and right about now...it's beginning to overwhelm me.  The whole monotony of work and school and back to school and then more work.  Anyone taking summer classes, I am...My summer is screwed..How you love that! I can't even go on vacation.  Ughhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! I continue to rethink my path of going away as soon as I graduate...dont' get me wrong I still want to, but I need to get rid of some debt..so if anyone knows of any old guys getting ready to die...and they need to leave their inheritance to someone...holla atcha girl!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-108205108686322638?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108205108686322638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108205108686322638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108205108686322638' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-108197793491223842</id><published>2004-04-14T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T14:29:31.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a little tea pot&lt;br /&gt;short and stout&lt;br /&gt;here is my handle&lt;br /&gt;here is my spout&lt;br /&gt;when i get all steamy&lt;br /&gt;here me shout&lt;br /&gt;Then tip me over and &lt;br /&gt;Pour me Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get out more often...I am in desperate need of  a vaca (a.k.a. vacation), before I freaking explode. The highlight of my day is singing this little tea-pot song. What the heck is wrong with me?  Did anyone see the news conference yesterday? Does anyone want to respond to it, or talk about it.... No, Okay then...I'm okay with that...Make sure you guys watch the debates, those are always interesting... to see politicians dish more dirt, and talk around questions for 2 hours.  Yeah, how bout we have a debate night at someone's house, and everyone can bring plastic dart guns to shoot at the TV.  Wouldn't that be fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah....Spaghetti, spayetti...spagheetti, yeah yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love Crank Yankers.&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/6430455-108197793491223842?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108197793491223842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108197793491223842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108197793491223842' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-108119318356306368</id><published>2004-04-05T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T12:30:07.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All I can do is laugh, because life is so difficult, it's great when someone can make you smile and forget about the issues that you have on a day-to-day basis... and people, learn how to pray, it can make a substantial difference in your life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: "Los labios" - Wow!! Yes indeed... those..!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-108119318356306368?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108119318356306368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108119318356306368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108119318356306368' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-108066960584939070</id><published>2004-03-30T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T10:07:49.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a pimpstress... I've realized that all of my male friends, and I love you all are like my manwhores, I send them on their way and they make me lots of money... Hey females... chicken heads...jazzabelles...whatever... watchout... it's almost summer, and the guys have been in training... they look good they smell good and uhmmm... they hott!!! So beware, the money you spend on him could be coming to me...&lt;br /&gt;(I'm a dork, and if you believe that, you're a dork too..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring break is over, and back to the bull crap... So, how about... I have no life... Let's talk about H2O, otherwise known as VIP on the water to a chosen few... gotta love that place, anytime, you can get in for free and you don't drink... who is losing money... not me, I just pay for gas down there and that about it... Hey fellas (bruvas, My nuhs) Are all of you guys going to the Kanye West concert... I'm thinking we gotta take it back to when Busta Rhymes came, like ions ago... that was hot.. Yall know I don't do concerts, I'm too short for that crap man.... People tend to look me over, and then I can't see, and then I'ma have to whoop somebody's tale..&lt;br /&gt;Do I have a Napoleonic complex... because being short isn't the norm, I mean... short isn't cute anymore, let me tell you what the norm is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long hair (look-a-like a mixture of ish)&lt;br /&gt;Tiny (look-a-like a anorexic, wit booty though)&lt;br /&gt;Long legs (look-a-like a tall glass of Vodka)&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused... Beauty is in the eye of the beholder...but who be doing the beholding &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about that guy that get made when you don't dance with him at the club!&lt;br /&gt;Why do guys think that I came to the club to dance wit you, like  you the hottest nigga up in here... and for that matter....the hottest nigga most likely ain't dancin wit me anyway, but that's not the point... the point is....Look you 5'5 bastard, I don't wanna talk to you..I don't wanna dance wit your drunk tale...I don't want you touchin my skin... ewww.  It's plenty of sexy nigga's in here and you ain't one of 'em playa... matter of factly, if I have on 4 inch heels, and we eye level... you might wanna go elsewhere.. go find a midget or something and be happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enuf of that.... Hey fellas... you sexy beast you!!! Can yall make me some money, it's about to be summer time... get it right!!! Get the bodies right, get the gear right... if you need some sexy dancing instructions, The Black Stallion is handling that call him, for the appropriate gear, you might wanna contact, that sexy doc and the light-eyed bandit, and for the appropriate hair, check out the dirtymexican...uhmmm... that about it for today.. class dismissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "What's your name shorty, &lt;em&gt;Cairo&lt;/em&gt;, is that your sister, &lt;em&gt;Yeah&lt;/em&gt;, What's her name, &lt;em&gt;Egypt&lt;/em&gt;, Yall twins, &lt;em&gt;Uhmm No&lt;/em&gt;!!!, You older, &lt;em&gt;Yeah&lt;/em&gt;, Why you so short?" &lt;br /&gt;Short conversation with a drunken person....Wassup wit the short puns, why can't a girl just be short.. damn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-108066960584939070?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108066960584939070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/108066960584939070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108066960584939070' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-107963066677620642</id><published>2004-03-18T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T09:27:46.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've realized that this journal is for my satisfaction... I need an outlet to right down my thoughts, how i feel.. I'm not writing for anyone in particular, I don't care whos feelings I hurt... This is my darn journal and I say what the fudge I want to... You got a problem wit it, screw you and the ship that you sailed in on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Men: "Grow the fudge up!" "Get over it" "Jump off a curb, holla at me when you get back to reality"... "Oh and ughhhh... get a life"&lt;br /&gt;Black Women:"Did I mention Grow the fudge up!!" "Learn to live life for you....Anus"&lt;br /&gt;White Men: " Get over yourself"&lt;br /&gt;White Women: "Your not that cute....Stop it.. your annoying me"&lt;br /&gt;Asian Men: "You are not Hip-Hop"&lt;br /&gt;Asian Women: "Can you take me to Arden B with you, You rich bastard!"&lt;br /&gt;E'rbody else: "Fa-la la lala la, fa-lalalalalala"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I don't need to be pissed off at anyone, because I don't care.It takes to much energy.. It's time to focus on ME and I'm okay with that, and If you're not...oh the hell well.. Everybody, at a point in there life, can literally go "nutty" if they want to... Do it, Do it... Who gives a fudge? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;" I give a fuck, I give a fuck!!" - 25th hour, that was a really good movie, wonder if it's on DVD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-107963066677620642?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/107963066677620642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/107963066677620642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107963066677620642' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-107936568778704839</id><published>2004-03-15T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T07:51:22.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.....since there are no topics today... i really don't have much to say... I have work to do, what about you, what do you have to do today... I have two exams this week...and a quiz... so uhmm yeah.. holla at the kid at the end of the week, otherwise, trust!!! I'm too darn busy to be talking to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"...it all falls down..." really!! - Kanye West, L-Boogie, Syleena Johnson, whoever sings the darn hook!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-107936568778704839?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/107936568778704839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/107936568778704839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107936568778704839' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-107903333183244252</id><published>2004-03-11T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T11:32:01.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me start off by saying that I am in probably the crappiest mood that a person can be in... I can't find anything good about anything... So don't interrupt me today... Just let me be, ask me how I am or what's wrong next week.. The kid is likely to go off on anyone today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Topic of the Day:If there was one thing or one moment in time that u could change or go back to what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was one moment that I could go back to it would probably be when my uncle died, it was my first year in college, and I was aww struck over this dude who wasn't worth crap and I spent most of my time crying over him, when my uncle was laid up in the hospital for 6 months struggling with cancer..&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn back the hands of time, I probably would have the strength that I have now, and tell the bastard about himself and I would have been there for my unc' whom I loved and still love very much.. he was the father-figure to me when my father wasn't available... So with that said.. that's it.. &lt;br /&gt;Of all the moments in my life, I think that one would be the most important or one of the most important..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Some people want it all, I don't want nothing at all, if it ain't you baby..." - Alicia Keyes... wouldn't it be great to feel that way about someone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-107903333183244252?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/107903333183244252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/107903333183244252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107903333183244252' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-107884895142904070</id><published>2004-03-09T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T08:18:58.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The guys are doing this so why not me... check it out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who, what, when, where?......... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-what music do you have in heavy rotation? I don't, I have no freakin CD player in my car... &lt;br /&gt;-what is your current mood? Content...&lt;br /&gt;-what are you currently snacking on? Nuffin, I'm hungry as crap...&lt;br /&gt;-what current phrase are you thinking about? My bologna has a first name it's H-O-M-E-R...&lt;br /&gt;-what is you current favorite movie? Mhmmm, let's see... Haven't been to the movies lately...last movie I saw was Barbershop 2, can't say it's my favorite, so I'll pass on this one...&lt;br /&gt;-what car would you drive if money was no object? I'm easy to please, I want my Landcruiser...Yeahh!!&lt;br /&gt;-who is your current favorite model? don't have one! &lt;br /&gt;-what is your current bad habit? Procrastination, and I don't call people...i just don't&lt;br /&gt;-what is your current good habit? A habit that's good... I don't talk much, I listen... I dunno!! so I'ma stick with that&lt;br /&gt;-who is your current favorite family member? I'ma pass on mom, My auntie is battling breast cancer so right now she is my "Shero"&lt;br /&gt;-who is your current favorite ex-boy? Earl&lt;br /&gt;-who is your current least favorite ex-boy? Demonte' &lt;br /&gt;-who would you ditch everyone to be with? can't say that I'd ditch everybody too attached&lt;br /&gt;-what person do you wish you had another chance with? ughhh...don't have much of a list to choose from so I'll pass&lt;br /&gt;-what is your favorite pick up line? that someone has given to me..."I've been watching you all night"...nigga you ain't been in the club all night so how were you watchin me, and this the first time I've seen your ugly tale...  &lt;br /&gt;-what are the last clubs that you went to? Dream...Club One...it's been a minute &lt;br /&gt;-who do you have a crush on? crush...people still have crush's&lt;br /&gt;-who would you take a bullet for? mhmm..let's see... I don't like bullets so can I get stabbed instead... My niece, my best friend...probably anyone that i'm really close to it's a maternal instinct&lt;br /&gt;-who would take a bullet for you? i dunno...so i'll say... I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;-who do you love? I love e'rbody&lt;br /&gt;-who are you in love with? I'm in love wit a man, nearly twice my age.... It's a song.. shut up!! I'm in love with myself gotta love me first&lt;br /&gt;-what do you think the opposite sex likes most about you? I'm short and a gotta phat bootie (sorry bruva's cover your eyes) &lt;br /&gt;-what do yo think the opposite sex dislikes most about you? facial expressions... I think I can make a nigga cry by the way I frown up my face...&lt;br /&gt;-what is your current favorite sex position? Ughh... sex is good in any position if you gettin some&lt;br /&gt;-what is your current least favorite sex position? ughh.. pass&lt;br /&gt;-what is your favorite alcoholic beverage? don't drink&lt;br /&gt;-what is your current favorite food? i like chicken... i eat too much chicken, so i'll say turkey wings&lt;br /&gt;-what's the last restaraunt you went to? Pizza Hut&lt;br /&gt;-who did you go with? who else...&lt;br /&gt;-who is your current favorite person(s)? E'rbody is special...so e'rbody is my favorite, my bruva's, my best friend, my homegirls, my little sista's, this is an all -inclusive type thing... &lt;br /&gt;-what article of clothing do you feel that you look your best in? I'm a girl, it's gotta be shoes..pair of NYLA stylettos&lt;br /&gt;-when's the last time you wore it? haven't worn them yet&lt;br /&gt;-who's the last person you kissed? A durdy ass spic&lt;br /&gt;-who's the last person you did the do with? ...&lt;br /&gt;-who's the last person you made love to? ...&lt;br /&gt;-when's the last time you got misty eyed? when i totaled my car last august... haven't seen passion of the christ yet, but I'm sure it'll be waterworks up in there&lt;br /&gt;-who's the last person you danced with? some dude... &lt;br /&gt;-what's the craziest thing you've done recently? forgot to fill out my dang on fasfa/fafsa, however it's spelled&lt;br /&gt;-what's the dumbest thing you've done? (please see above) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so that's it, wow, that was fun... yeah yeah &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-107884895142904070?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/107884895142904070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/107884895142904070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107884895142904070' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-107851600085641181</id><published>2004-03-05T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T11:49:42.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't have anything to say... The bruvas posted a question of "list the people that you've had sex with?" since that doesn't apply to me... I'll just leave that one alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... uhmmm, I don't have anything to say... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This phone is old, how old is it?" - Retailer at the T-mobile store&lt;br /&gt;so pissed... did you have to diss my phone, geesh &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-107851600085641181?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/107851600085641181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/107851600085641181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107851600085641181' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-107834489592390526</id><published>2004-03-03T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T12:20:09.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't fill out my FASFA!!!&lt;br /&gt;Geesh!!! Can anything get anyworse?  Yep! and I'm gonna enjoy the day because I don't wanna know what "worse" is!  Anyhoot what can I discuss today... Mhmmm.. First I wanna say "Wassup" to e'rbody that read blogs on a daily basis... sorry the kid hasn't written much lately... the new gig has been keeping me busy... &lt;br /&gt;I wonder what it's gonna be like once I graduate... I've been seriously contemplating leaving Baltimore, I've been trying to visit some schools and see what's out there, not for graduate school, but to get some type of degree in Fashion Design... Yes people, the kid is finally going to do something with her talent.  I don't know though... the job I have now, I've only been at for a few months and by the time I graduate, I will have only been here for a year...so.. that leaves me perplexed... I think I have the option to work from home, but do I want to, that leaves room for delays, and communication issues, etc... I do like this job, I can say one thing... The Lord continues to bless me with good jobs, jobs that people my age usually dont get, I mean, people my age are usually working in retail, telemarketing, food services, etc.. &lt;br /&gt;So what do I do!! I wanna go, really bad... I don't want to leave my friends and family, but I will!!!!  You know how you get that feeling like you know, you just gotta move on, something is holding you back, whether it be someone, job, family, whatever.... I gotta leave, so we will see.... I can't pursue a prosperous career here, not for the things that I want to do, I'll be back of course... &lt;br /&gt;I mean, geesh, does anybody know how it feels to want to go somewhere different, feel like maybe... starting over, or just seeing somethings you've never seen before and wanting to enjoy those things for a while, well that's the state that I'm in right about ... now! Gotta go people, can't stay here forever, the kid must move on, and see other places, I feel like a caged bird almost...well that's enuf..&lt;br /&gt;Arrivederci for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---none for today!!&lt;br /&gt;Find something that your passionate about and celebrate it!  (non-sexual)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-107834489592390526?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/107834489592390526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/107834489592390526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107834489592390526' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-107791141026265514</id><published>2004-02-27T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T11:53:02.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in need of another job... hey Dick.... I think we should be a tag team stripping duo... Whatcha think about that for a side career?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could be called CAFE' LATTE'&lt;br /&gt;You the cafe', I'm the latte'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Real knowledge is to know the extent of one's ignorance" - Confucius says...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-107791141026265514?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/107791141026265514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/107791141026265514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107791141026265514' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-107755143860459934</id><published>2004-02-23T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T07:55:52.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well fellow blog readers, I am in a crappy mood today...Not for any particular reason, just thinking about everything...Everything thats wrong!!  I hate these crud ball days...So... Blah, blah, blah, whine, whine, whine... Okay pissy attitude time...OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the basics:&lt;br /&gt;Message for: &lt;strong&gt;My bruva&lt;/strong&gt;, Bastard stop drinking... the crap isn't cute...I'ma put your pretty butt in rehab!&lt;br /&gt;Message for: &lt;strong&gt;My best friend&lt;/strong&gt;, Thanks for the day in Philly, we need to vacation...&lt;br /&gt;Message for: &lt;strong&gt;Wee Little Brown Skin&lt;/strong&gt;, When the crap hits the fan... let's whip some butt!! (you know who I'm talking about)&lt;br /&gt;Message for: &lt;strong&gt;UMBC (e'erbody)&lt;/strong&gt;,  This school is not pump, crunk, any word associated with fun, it isn't, have we forgotten, we are an HONORS University...&lt;br /&gt;Message for: &lt;strong&gt;Everybody&lt;/strong&gt;, Have fun with life...but, always keep grasp of your future, so you can have fun then too.&lt;br /&gt;Message for: &lt;strong&gt;Guys&lt;/strong&gt;, Most of you suck, why is that? (like 87%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True friends stab you in the front." - - Well isn't that nice, Oscar Wilde &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Can someone please package me a little bit more happiness and send it to me in the mail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-107755143860459934?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/107755143860459934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/107755143860459934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107755143860459934' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-107721173663993802</id><published>2004-02-19T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T09:31:37.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So... I want a tattoo, and I'm trying to find something... Worthwhile.. So I have a few things in mind, but I was on the internet and here is what they say I should get...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Libran you tend to be pretty chilled out. You seek balance and stability for true happiness and will go to great lengths to achieve it. Not one to argue, you prefer to discuss an issue in order to reach a peaceful resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your recommended tattoo design:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A harmonious appearance is very important so choose tattoo’s that compliment each other. Pleasing and attractive lined designs such as the Vine Arm Band tattoo combined with a soft and a flowing Butterfly Belly Button design will enable you to achieve balance and harmony.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Angel Butterfly tattoo matches your starsign colour of light to mid blue perfectly. Additionally, colours such as dark rose and black, give you a great choice of designs to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to get... Lots of things to think about... Geesh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort" - Isn't that the truth... this one's from Herm Albright&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/6430455-107721173663993802?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/107721173663993802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/107721173663993802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107721173663993802' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-107711937166953822</id><published>2004-02-18T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T07:52:11.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My horoscope:&lt;br /&gt;You will find yourself in an especially affectionate and loving mood today, dear Libra. Your romantic nature is heightened and your nurturing qualities are strong. You are extra sensitive and receptive, and you might find that you have no problem communicating your truest feelings to others. Connect with those that you feel especially close to, and enjoy an evening of intimacy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the heck am I getting intimate with? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoot, Pet peeves and Cliche's, A lot of things people say make no freakin' sense to me? Maybe you can help me out, here are a few examples:&lt;br /&gt;"That's neither here nor there."  - Then were exactly is it...&lt;br /&gt;"You can't have your cake and eat it too." - What else are you suppose to do with cake?...&lt;br /&gt;"No need to cry over spilled milk." - My point exactly...&lt;br /&gt;"A broken heart is hard to mend." - Really!!!!&lt;br /&gt;"When God gives you lemon's, make lemonade." - Awww horse *7%$&lt;br /&gt;"It could be worse." - Well then why don't I just jump off a bridge... why don't people understand that a statement like that, really doesn't help.&lt;br /&gt;"All is fair in love and war." - Who told you that lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my pet peeves:&lt;br /&gt;-anal leakage&lt;br /&gt;-when people don't put their blinkers on... all i can think about is how high my car insurance is!!&lt;br /&gt;-farting in the club... you nasty bastard&lt;br /&gt;-I will lose weight, exercise more, spend less money, and be nicer to family and friends. Whatever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;"Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real." - Thats from Tupac Shakur, think about it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-107711937166953822?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/107711937166953822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/107711937166953822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107711937166953822' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-107703611264327324</id><published>2004-02-17T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T08:44:30.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so how was everyone's Valentines Day!!! Interesting I hope. Okay great, now that it's over... how about I need to exercise, anyone want to do pilates with me!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am sooooo not happy with my weight right now, but who ever is happy with themselves, that's the problem, women aren't happy with their imperfections, why can't they be perfect too.  I'm not saying being conceited, just embrace your body, mind and spirit.  (Get all of those tight and in sync, and you are fab-u-lus)&lt;br /&gt;I want a Mini-yorkie...to love...because I'm alone, my feelings are far gone, and there is no one here beside me, but You gotta have friends, ....okay excuse my Shrek moment, gotta love that movie..&lt;br /&gt;Uhmm, I guess I'm just babbling today. I have so much stuff that needs to be done, anyone want to help pay off some bills for me, so people can quit calling my got darn house, geesh, you would think I owe these people thousands of dollars, UGHH No!!! And the telemarketers are starting to get smart, Trust me they don't want none of this, they really don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"This ain't what you want, nigga" - Roland Pierce, Funny guy (comedian)&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/6430455-107703611264327324?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/107703611264327324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/107703611264327324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107703611264327324' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-107668835362117338</id><published>2004-02-13T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T08:08:26.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Constant life lessons, lead me to believe that I really need to move away from Baltimore... What are the topics of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love...&lt;br /&gt;Relationships...&lt;br /&gt;Friends...&lt;br /&gt;Careers...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What is the point of falling in love, to continuously get hurt? What is love? Is it possible to love someone who doesn't love God?  Can love be fake, phoney, unrealistic? &lt;br /&gt;-Why foster a relationship that is destined to fail, because of your uncertainty?  Why is decision making necessary in a relationship?  Should you waste your time in a relationship because in time it will help you understand yourself, or even help your partner discover who he/she is?  Is that a waste of time..? Or should you only foster relationships that you think will be long term?&lt;br /&gt;-Who are your friends and why are they your friends, Are they expendable?&lt;br /&gt;-What career path will you take and will it make you happy?  Why get a degree in college, when experience is necessary too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;"It's not your blue blood, your pedigree or your college degree. It's what you do with your life that counts."&lt;br /&gt;Some dude with the last name Fuller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think today, think of life, think of love, think about your future and the people that you will share it with... &lt;br /&gt;--that's one of my own...Screw Valentines Day... Celebrate everyday!! (if your in love)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-107668835362117338?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/107668835362117338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/107668835362117338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107668835362117338' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-107635299268392303</id><published>2004-02-09T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T10:58:59.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what to write exactly.... I'm in a good mood today.. I'm sure school will make that worse... I don't want any kids.  Really!!! Children are not wonderful gifts... They are terrible little people who learn how to pluck a nerve right in the womb... I have an 11-year old neice, whom I swear is the devil's spawn... I love her dearly, but the child needs a serious blessing... Maybe it's me, maybe I'm not patient enough, maybe I'm asking for too much...Little kids need to be disciplined, thrown up against walls, beaten with frying pans, you know the works... Just kidding!!&lt;br /&gt;But really, is there something wrong with me that I'm not maternal. I don't think that its that I'm not maternal, I just don't think I could handle a child now, because I'm selfish... I like to buy clothes... I like to leave the house when I darn well please, and further more little kids like to sleep with you... and I like to sleep alone...(they kick you all in your back and give you herniated disks)&lt;br /&gt;Well that's my speech on why I don't want any children.. But can someone bless me with a god child or a mini-yorkie, whichever comes first, I'll even take a beta.. (i love fish)&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;"My teacher has turretts"&lt;br /&gt;Bugga (that's all I have to say about that)&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-107635299268392303?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/107635299268392303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/107635299268392303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107635299268392303' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-107608369431165180</id><published>2004-02-06T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T08:10:37.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Je suis à mon vieux travail, fonctionnant pendant quelques heures. Je voudrais aller faire des emplettes aujourd'hui. Le temps est mauvais. Je suis fatigué de la neige stupide, verglas, grêle, glace et quoi de plus type de percepitation existe dans l'atmosphère. J'espère avoir égaliser très de détente à la maison. Ce qui vous aimez faire ce soir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: &lt;br /&gt;"Don't knock the weather; nine-tenths of the people couldn't start a conversation if it didn't change once in a while."&lt;br /&gt;I don't know  who this is from... How about that for a quote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-107608369431165180?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/107608369431165180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/107608369431165180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107608369431165180' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-107599713883877338</id><published>2004-02-05T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T08:08:00.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so I hate Production/Operations Management. It has to be the single most boring class that exists for Management students. I mean it sux so bad, I almost fell asleep.  My professor, otherwise known as, Dave, is soooo boring!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's have a discussion about beauty. What are your thoughts on beauty and being beautiful, is ugly an option?  Truthfully I'm tired of all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep.  That's deep enough, what do you want an adorable pancreas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: &lt;br /&gt;"Everything has it's beauty, but not everyone sees it"&lt;br /&gt;This is from that confusing, Confucius, yet this makes sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody have any pet peeves they want to discuss??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-107599713883877338?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/107599713883877338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/107599713883877338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107599713883877338' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430455.post-107591396420412768</id><published>2004-02-04T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T09:01:44.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What should I say today, I guess I should just introduce myself, but I won't do that.  Today it's all about being really, really upfront, so I have to say something to all the ladies and all of the fellas out there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't fall in love with the thought of falling in love."&lt;/em&gt; It isn't worth it! If you really love someone show them that you love them, ladies and gentlemen this does not mean, purchases on the Visa or Mastercard.  A showcase of love is just what it is. And it doesn't hurt for you to say it either.  Never be afraid to tell someone that you love them, there is a case that must be satisfied,&lt;strong&gt;if and only if&lt;/strong&gt;, you really, really, really mean it. &lt;br /&gt;So to all of the people that I love... I love you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"An insincere and evil friend is more to be feared than a wild beast; a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind"&lt;br /&gt;This one is from that funky BUDDHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - Ti Amo Tutti, Arrivederci&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430455-107591396420412768?l=lollipopkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/107591396420412768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430455/posts/default/107591396420412768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollipopkid.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107591396420412768' title=''/><author><name>Moe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760023305015297413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/63/6/15203617/n15203617_30158507_8999.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
