<?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-5457077461574591775</id><updated>2011-10-01T08:12:06.727-07:00</updated><category term='truce'/><category term='suggestions'/><category term='blog family'/><category term='reflection'/><category term='resolutions'/><category term='nicknames'/><category term='poem'/><category term='fucking'/><category term='&quot;code&quot;'/><category term='looks vs. personality'/><category term='topics'/><category term='tattoos'/><category term='need'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='preferences'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='open mic'/><category term='lesbianism'/><category term='stalker'/><category term='sex'/><category term='sharing mates'/><category term='cell phones'/><category term='making love'/><category term='cheating'/><category term='compromise'/><category term='limits'/><category term='need vs love'/><category term='oral sex'/><category term='family'/><category term='going backwards'/><category term='want'/><category term='lies'/><category term='poetry slam'/><category term='dear 2008'/><category term='figuring yourself out'/><category term='worst'/><category term='head'/><category term='past'/><category term='2008'/><category term='first date sex'/><category term='gold-digger'/><category term='kids'/><category term='friends'/><category term='bedroom'/><category term='reformation'/><category term='women'/><category term='gay'/><category term='haters'/><category term='verbal war'/><category term='advice'/><category term='acceptance'/><category term='positions'/><category term='first time'/><category term='internet dating'/><category term='ride or die'/><category term='experience'/><category term='titles'/><category term='communication'/><category term='needs'/><category term='ideas'/><category term='learning yoru mate'/><category term='letter'/><category term='comment acceptance'/><category term='types of sex'/><category term='situationship'/><category term='long distance relationship'/><category term='quick relationship questions'/><category term='meeting people'/><category term='stigma'/><category term='beyonce'/><category term='words'/><category term='stalkers'/><category term='dislike'/><category term='first blog'/><category term='power'/><category term='teach'/><category term='come home'/><category term='men'/><category term='wants'/><category term='man vs woman'/><category term='exs'/><category term='followers'/><category term='baby mama drama'/><category term='PET PEEVES'/><category term='love'/><category term='best friend'/><category term='in love'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>...trucee...</title><subtitle type='html'>a writer who has been THROUGH it in relationships. alot of misconceptions between the sexes...i just want to clear the air.........</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-7607098314133425797</id><published>2011-04-16T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T11:10:59.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first date sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stigma'/><title type='text'>The Stigma of First Date Sex...</title><content type='html'>Let's be honest...it's 2011 and the majority of us have indulged in a sex on the first night before. We may not be proud of it or even admit to it, but it has happened. My only question is, does it still have the same stigma it's had in the past? Do people still consider females who have sex the first time they chill with a guy a 'hoe'? And do women still view men that try to have sex&amp;nbsp;after only&amp;nbsp;hanging out once&amp;nbsp;a 'player'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now screwing everyone on the first night, that's a little bit of a problem...but is it so wrong to have such a strong physical attraction to someone that you take it a step further after just one date?&amp;nbsp; I think it's more of a generational thing though.&amp;nbsp; All of the older people I know make it seem like it's a terrible thing, while people in my generation view it as simply acting on an attraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes it more than what it is, is the way most women feel after they've had sex with a guy after barely knowing him. They start getting into- what if people find out? Does he think I'm a hoe? Is that all he wanted?&amp;nbsp; Granted, there are some men that make women feel comfortable enough to have sex with them and then disappear, but some men are just genuinely as attracted to you as you are to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about making&amp;nbsp;a conscious decision that it's something you want to do.&amp;nbsp; If you're doing it with hesitance, or because you just think it's what the other person wants, then maybe you should decide against it because all you will have is regret.&amp;nbsp; But if it's something that you're doing because you want to, then there is no way that you can regret it afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens everyday, but are people still putting that stigma behind it that it makes you lose value? Or a hoe? Or easy? Or a player?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do any of my readers have a current, healthy relationship that stemmed from sex on the first night?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-7607098314133425797?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/7607098314133425797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=7607098314133425797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/7607098314133425797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/7607098314133425797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2011/04/stigma-of-first-date-sex.html' title='The Stigma of First Date Sex...'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-4487650866356263766</id><published>2011-04-14T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T09:46:21.069-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verbal war'/><title type='text'>Verbal Warfare</title><content type='html'>Can be read on &lt;a href="http://www.thesituationship.com/"&gt;http://www.thesituationship.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-4487650866356263766?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/4487650866356263766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=4487650866356263766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/4487650866356263766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/4487650866356263766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2011/04/verbal-warfare.html' title='Verbal Warfare'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-1037490605606995037</id><published>2010-06-07T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T15:15:51.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><title type='text'>Who Should You Take Advice From About Relationships??</title><content type='html'>everyone gives advice right? but does anyone take it anymore? and if you do take advice, is it ever from the right people??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a avid believer in not taking advice from someone who has never been in the situation that i need it for, and doesn't know anyone who has. there are going to be plenty of people that offer their advice and feel it is best...but is it really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a friend that had quite a few relationship issues and part of them stemmed from taking advice from allll the wrong people. if you are someone interested in&amp;nbsp;a relatonship&amp;nbsp;and want to be committed and faithful, would you take advice from a friend that's trying to have sex with anything moving?? i know i wouldn't because how the hell can they help me with my problems? they can't even relate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i need advice, i go to the people that i know have been through what i am going through and made it out alive. i don't ask anyone still in the situation because they need the same advice that i need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing people do that they shouldn't is take relationship advice from previous mates that can't let go or people that have expressed interest in them. do you REALLY think that they're going to tell you the right thing to do? or just what you want to hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my best advice to people is to take into consideration the advice from people that have always been honest with you no matter how much it hurt. those are the ones that are going to give you the real, honest answers or opinions that you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO DO MY READERS THINK GIVES THE BEST ADVICE IN THEIR LIVES? WHO SHOULD YOU, AND SHOULDN'T YOU, TAKE ADVICE FROM??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-1037490605606995037?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/1037490605606995037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=1037490605606995037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/1037490605606995037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/1037490605606995037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2010/06/who-should-you-take-advice-from-about.html' title='Who Should You Take Advice From About Relationships??'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-7885556484171070183</id><published>2010-06-02T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T23:53:55.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ride or die'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='limits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quick relationship questions'/><title type='text'>Quick Relationship Question...</title><content type='html'>I get the whole 'ride or die' concept...but what's the limit of what you are willing to put up with in a relationship?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-7885556484171070183?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/7885556484171070183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=7885556484171070183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/7885556484171070183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/7885556484171070183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2010/06/quick-relationship-question_02.html' title='Quick Relationship Question...'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-5440860754727484573</id><published>2010-06-02T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T23:51:18.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Having Children Together...a Reason to Stay??</title><content type='html'>I sat around with some friends and had a relationship convo so that i could figure out some new blog topics.&amp;nbsp; during that convo it came up that sometimes people feel like their children are a reason to be with someone that they may not necessarily be the person they love, or want to spend their time with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happen to be a woman that doesn't have kids yet, so i tried to find a way to view the topic from a different light...from the outside looking in.&amp;nbsp; i've always heard opinions on both sides of the argument so i can't say that i am biased. it doesn't effect me either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel that if a couple decides together that they want yo have a child, that some type of love is present between them and they should probably try to work through most issues.&amp;nbsp; if you are a couple that did not plan on having a child though, and it just was not part of your plan at all, i completely disagree with that child keeping you together.&amp;nbsp; there are several children that have been raised and grown into wonderful people whose parents werent together. the excuse of staying for the child's sake is no longer valid...so why do people feel the need to stay somewhere unhappy just for a child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't agree with that. my parents are not together and havent been since before i can remember and i am just fine.&amp;nbsp; i honestly feel like people that use children as a martyring system for their relationship really just haven't found another way to admit their mistakes and use the child to hold on to any ounce of "love" that is left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am very curious to hear the thoughts of my blog supporters, and even first time visitors.&lt;br /&gt;do you think having a child together is a reason to stay in a relationship, even if you aren't as happy as you could be outside of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want opinions from everyone, even if you don't have children. curious to know what everyone thinks about this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-5440860754727484573?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/5440860754727484573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=5440860754727484573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/5440860754727484573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/5440860754727484573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2010/06/having-children-togethera-reason-to.html' title='Having Children Together...a Reason to Stay??'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-6457768173937161260</id><published>2010-06-02T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T23:17:13.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quick relationship questions'/><title type='text'>Quick Relationship Question...</title><content type='html'>If you could change something about your mate, what would it be?&amp;nbsp; Do you think they would change anything about you??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-6457768173937161260?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/6457768173937161260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=6457768173937161260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/6457768173937161260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/6457768173937161260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2010/06/quick-relationship-question.html' title='Quick Relationship Question...'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-4379856707073714235</id><published>2010-06-02T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T23:15:29.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Is It Ok to Use the Bathroom in Front of Your Mate???</title><content type='html'>The idea for this blog was bought up a very long time ago.&amp;nbsp; Just had no idea how to approach this one.&amp;nbsp; It makes me laugh thinking about it but it is actually a very valid question.&amp;nbsp; When is it okay to shit in front of your girl/guy, or while they are home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be honest, after two and a half years with someone, i was just able to do that while he's in the next room.&amp;nbsp; (Yes, females shit too.)&amp;nbsp; I was all nervous about doing it.&amp;nbsp; i made him get me the spray and stand away from the door.&amp;nbsp; It just made me feel so unladylike.&amp;nbsp; He was very cool about it, but if i wasn't concerned about not holding it in for health reasons, it would not have gone down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also thought about it like this though...you eventually want to live with who you are with (if it is serious).&amp;nbsp; It is inevitable that we will be in the house together at a time where i need to drop some kids off at the pool, so at some point i'd have to get used to taking that step.&amp;nbsp; One of my exes even sat in the bathroom while i took a shit.&amp;nbsp; Extremely awkward, but i guess that is some form of love shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LADIES:&amp;nbsp;When do you think it is okay to shit around your man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELLAS: Do you care if your girl takes a shit in front of you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-7278658004324713154</id><published>2010-05-30T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T12:30:11.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK...and way more focused!</title><content type='html'>i finally finally finally got the internet set up on my room laptop and am now able to write ALOT more often than i used to. if there are any topics/issues/concerns/questions about relationships that anyone wants discussed let me know and i will do my best to get to every single one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-7278658004324713154?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/7278658004324713154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=7278658004324713154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/7278658004324713154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/7278658004324713154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2010/05/backand-way-more-focused.html' title='BACK...and way more focused!'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-5468449381006320506</id><published>2010-03-08T19:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T19:21:50.271-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quick relationship questions'/><title type='text'>Quick Relationship Questions....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;What is the WORST relationship experience you have ever had??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-5468449381006320506?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/5468449381006320506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=5468449381006320506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/5468449381006320506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/5468449381006320506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2010/03/quick-relationship-questions.html' title='Quick Relationship Questions....'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-2862709873759097880</id><published>2010-03-01T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T16:38:16.653-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>Communication is KEY!</title><content type='html'>A little while ago...around my birthday in January...I had a conversation with seven other friends about what we were looking for in a relationship.  Like, what is the ONE key thing that we wanted from out mate.  At the time the question baffled me...I couldn't think of ONE thing from a relationship that I really wanted more than anything else.  Some gave the answers: trust, consideration, loyalty...but I never answered the question.  I don't even think any of them noticed lol.  I've been racking my brain with this question for a long time now and I think I've finally figured it out (for myself at least)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I want communication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is NO type of relationship in this world that can last without communication.  It sounds like a very generic, impersonal answer but I can break it down and show that it is not.  In a nutshell I want communication...but these reasons are why this would be my ONE answer to the question of what I want from my mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication is used to get through problems: When there is confusion between two people, the only way to solve or overcome it is communication.  No one reads minds (or at least not anyone I know) so it is important for two people to be able to effectively communicate in order to get through things.  When only one person speaks all the time (whether by force or because the other is silent) it makes it difficult to progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unspoken communication between couples builds a bond: Ever been with someone and the two of you are in a room full of people and all you two have to do is look at each other and it will cause you both to bust out laughing? No one in that entire room knows what is so funny but it makes perfect sense to you both.  To me, that is a great way for couples to bond.  When two people have their own jokes, their own handshakes, even their own words for things that they've made up...it makes the relationship fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you learn how to communicate with your partner it shows growth: It is easy to say that communication is important but what's not easy is knowing off hand how to communicate with everyone.  Everyone does not handle things the same way.  Some people are harder to communicate with because they talk more and listen less, they talk less and listen more, they are easily angered or they are very passive.  It takes a very good understanding of your mate to know exactly how and when to communicate with them.  It's almost like a skill because eventually you become one of the only people that knows how to communicate to them without any obstacles being in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication builds trust: Yes, trust is a VERY critical aspect in a relationship but trust cannot be built without the key factor of communication.  If your mate is constantly in the dark about your whereabouts or has no idea who certain people are to you because they havent been told...it will probably raise a few red flags.  This is not to say that you should feel like you need to report things to each other because part of trust is knowing your mate will not do anything wrong, but small communication in the beginning will work out for the better in the end.  It's all about what each couple &amp;amp; each partner is comfortable with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you communicate, the more you understand your mate: Through conversations is how you got to know who you were with in the first place right?  So it's not too far fetched to say that this is how you will continue getting to know who you are with right?? Exactly!!  You don't just learn everything about someone over a few days/months/or even years.  You continue getting to know your partner throughout your entire relationship.  Everytime a new situation presents itself, you will learn something new about your S.O. if you guys have that type of relationship where you talk alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication prevents confusion or a feeling of uneasiness:  This might not apply to everyone but there are plenty potential homewreckers out there so if you can't relate to this, I'm sure you have at least heard a story.  Don't you hate when an outsider informs you of something that you mate should have told you? Or when someone lies to you about who you're with in efforts to sabatoge your relationship?  Most of the time these same ppl have made slick comments or hinted along the lines of messing up what you have, so when you talk to your partner and they know ahead of time...it is easy to avoid conflict.  It builds your bond and makes you stronger as a couple.  When the lines of communication are open, no one will feel as if they are left in the dark.  There will never be a question of honesty between you two because everything your mate needs to know will already have been told to them.  And if someone does try to sabatoge, an open line of communication makes it easy for a S.O. to openly ask something, get an honest answer and that be the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effective communication shows you respect your mate: Learn to just speak to one another.  When you choose to communicate in a respectful way it shows...well, it shows that you respect your mate lol.  If there is alot of sarcasm, yelling, attitude, etc...it will prevent the other person being spoken to from responding in a respectful manner and then the whole source of the problem is lost.  Speak TO your partner and not AT them.  Also, learn to listen to your mate without interruption.  It doesn't mean to not share how you feel but when someone isn't allowed to get their point across it will make them draw back and it will disrupt the flow of communication.  Once a couple has learned to communicate, I feel there is no stopping them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the reasons I feel that communication would be my solid answer to that question.  There are alot more reasons but I'm sure you get the point.  COMMUNICATE with who you love if you want things to last.  I have proven that it helps you get through issues, it builds a bond, it promotes growth in relationships, it builds trust and understanding, prevents confusion and it shows respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW YOU KNOW WHAT I THINK IS MOST IMPORTANT IN A RELATIONSHIP...&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU AGREE?? WHY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IF NOT...WHAT DO YOU FEEL IS MOST IMPORTANT?? WHY???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-2862709873759097880?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/2862709873759097880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=2862709873759097880' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/2862709873759097880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/2862709873759097880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2010/03/communication-is-key.html' title='Communication is KEY!'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-2689337535520285927</id><published>2010-02-19T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T09:42:56.766-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teach'/><title type='text'>Don't Cheat...Teach!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/S37KLbzGdZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KfR8GvChlsQ/s1600-h/teacher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440007697699599762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/S37KLbzGdZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KfR8GvChlsQ/s320/teacher.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      One of the biggest reasons for cheating is one of the people in a relationship being unsatisfied.  They continue being with the person based on love and care, but sexually they are not being pleased.  This is a terrible reason to cheat! I don't think there is any 'good' reason to cheat, but this is thr WORST! If you are that in love that you would stay committed and not be satisfied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DON'T CHEAT..........&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TEACH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!&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="left"&gt;     That is the easiest solution to your problem.  In a relationship there should be a certain level of comfort. You should be able to express your feelings to your significant other.  Although the previous statement is true, it may be hard to tell your 'boo' that they are bad in bed.  I have a way to fix that too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     If this is a situation you are currently in...listen up! The next time you are about to get it on with your mate, ask them to play a game of Simon Says...or whatever your name is. Instruct them to do exactly what you want, but only when you say '_____ says'.  This way they won't feel like they've done something wrong, they'll think you're just being kinky...but at the same time you are literally teaching them exactly what you like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     Another way to approach it is positive reinforcement.  The sex can't be ALL bad, so when they do something you like...verbalize it. This will encourage them to do that more often. There are several ways to go about it, just make it fun and subtle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     The worst way to handle this is to blatantly tell your mate you don't like the sex.  This may cause them to draw away or become self-conscious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     It pains me to hear anyone say they're cheating because they don't get what they want at home.  Nine times out of ten, the person you're cheating on for this reason is who you actually want to be with, and the person you're cheating with is just filling a void.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     If you're going to complain about something, do your part to fix it. It can be fixed...nothing is impossible. When people are in love they enjoy pleasing each other, so why wouldn't they work on it for you??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     To sit there and fake orgasms and make them think they are putting it down is the reason they haven't changed their style up in you. Why would they fix something that doesn't appear broken? You're the one lying to them...so finally tell the truth...but in a fun way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     Cheating is not the way to go.  It does far more damage than actually sitting there and telling them the sex is bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     If you love the person enough to stay, love them enough to make an effort to fix the issue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-2689337535520285927?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/2689337535520285927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=2689337535520285927' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/2689337535520285927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/2689337535520285927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-cheatteach.html' title='Don&apos;t Cheat...Teach!!!'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/S37KLbzGdZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KfR8GvChlsQ/s72-c/teacher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-9072960245587386568</id><published>2009-12-27T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T09:04:00.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Hear Me Now? GOOD!!!</title><content type='html'>This post idea came out of nowhere but so many people have been asking me what i want to do with an English degree and THIS is what i want to do! So instead of ignoring my blog anymore...i have to get back on track so i can go into the New Year with hard work being done...because that's how i want to spend my year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the point of the post.  Its been on my mind lately that alot of couples dont work out because one party or the other feels they arent getting the 'love they need'.  Everytime i run this thought over in my head, it makes me really analyze what they mean by that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, the other party is usually standing there with a confused look saying things like: "i loved them the best way i knew how'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS THE PROBLEM PEOPLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone is a bit confused but let me break it down.  When you are in a relationship, most of the time you come across a few bumps in the road or obstacles.  There will be arguements where one half of the couple feels some type of way and the other has no idea why because they 'loved them the best way they knew how'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me ask everyone this: Has there been a point in your relationship where you have sat and literally told your partner what you want/need and did that because you expected them to comply? And then when the problem presented itself again...every word you said previously was ignored.  Your partner just continued trying to handle things the "best way they knew how".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTENTION: IF YOUR MATE IS TELLING YOU &lt;strong&gt;EXACTLY&lt;/strong&gt; HOW TO HANDLE SPECIFIC SITUATIONS.....LISTEN TO THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no worst feeling then having the strength to tell your partner how you are feeling, only for it to be ignored! As people in relationships, you have to learn how to listen. You have to learn how to take what is being said to you LITERALLY and act by those exact words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone expresses how they feel, it isnt up to you to make you rown interpretation of it or "revamp" it...they are telling you because that is EXACTLY how they want a situation handled if it comes back up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FOR EXAMPLE: &lt;/em&gt;A couple argues alot. The guy reveals to the girl that it upsets him when she continues to 'nag' him as he tries to calm down because he has a temper and does not want to take it out on her.  She hears these words EVERY time they argue but does NOT take heed to them.  She takes her own interpretation of it and instead of calling over and over starts texting instead.  That is NOT what the male asked for.  He asked for a certain amount of space for him to calm down so that he can have a clear head and then come back to the situation.  Once the girl tries this, things become better within the relationship because, just as his wishes are respected, he begins to respect hers more because he sees that she is receptive to his wants/needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also applies to males dealing with females.  If she gets upset and likes attention to be given to her...give it.  It probably wont take much for her to be happy and forget about the whole issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE MORAL OF THIS POST:&lt;/strong&gt; If someone you are with tells you  in detail how to handle rocky situations in your relationship...take that to heart.  They are giving you the solution to most problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO  NOT LOVE PEOPLE THE WAY THAT YOU FEEL IS RIGHT....LOVE THEM THE WAY THEY ASK YOU TO...it makes everything better!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-9072960245587386568?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/9072960245587386568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=9072960245587386568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/9072960245587386568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/9072960245587386568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2009/12/can-you-hear-me-now-good.html' title='Can You Hear Me Now? GOOD!!!'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-2670537663022753246</id><published>2009-09-09T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T11:43:14.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im back.</title><content type='html'>wow. where have i been. i have TRULY slacked on this blog but it is for a good cause. im finishing up with school so that i can turn this into an actual magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please hit me up with new relationship topics you'd like to read about or questions that you want/need answered and ill be back on my grind with this blog.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-T. Simpson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-2670537663022753246?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/2670537663022753246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=2670537663022753246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/2670537663022753246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/2670537663022753246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-back.html' title='im back.'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-4285274344782745654</id><published>2009-03-31T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T08:40:23.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Mirror Image</title><content type='html'>idk why but lately people have been asking me for ALL types of advice...and it isnt even necessarily people that read the blog! just my friends &amp;amp; shit...and i've come across a recurring theme in all the advice i give out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually, what people are complaining about are things they have issues dealing with within themselves. My homegirl tells me that her girl is selfish and doesnt want to change. All the while she is complaining about things ahe has done in the past and KEEPS bringing up how she doesnt think she will change &amp;amp; maybe its time for her to move on. I know one thing about me is that if i'm trying to change something within MYSELF for someone ELSE, the LAAAST thing i wanna hear is that motherfuker complaining about me not changing OVERNIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like come on, people expect that just because you have realized change or improvement is needed &amp;amp; want to take the steps towards it, doesnt mean your whole attitude whill instantly approve. People slip back into old habits during a time like that &amp;amp; what they need is someone who notices the POSITIVE within them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like the fact that she would even STILL be constantly bringing up the past is a sign that she might just be the selfish one. Help your mate out some...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to the point of past cheaters....Looooord knows if your mate used to cheat...do not (I REPEAT...DO NOOOOOT) keep bringing that shit up! All you are doing is either reminding WHY they cheated or reminding them about the person they cheated WITH....either one is bad lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but back to the mirror image thing...if you're constantly accusing someone of doing something...it's gonna start looking like you've been sniffing in other peoples gardens &amp;amp; are insecure that its happening to YOU on the other end! It always makes you look like you lack trust in your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo people, my best advice to anyone with a complaint about their mate is to look at yourself in that same way &amp;amp; see if  you're committing the same acts you are accusing them of cuz chances are...you probably are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you have two options if you're dealing with someone you have a negative past with...&lt;br /&gt;1. let that shit go&lt;br /&gt;2. let that person go&lt;br /&gt;(holding onto both WONT work out for you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-T. Simpson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-4285274344782745654?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/4285274344782745654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=4285274344782745654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/4285274344782745654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/4285274344782745654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2009/03/mirror-image.html' title='Mirror Image'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-2840662737472244332</id><published>2009-03-24T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:58:39.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PET PEEVES'/><title type='text'>What's Your Pet Peeve??</title><content type='html'>I cant stand when i write to my man and he doesn't respond...at all lol&lt;br /&gt;I can understand if it's something that doesnt require a response but dang...half the time when it does require one, i get nothing. This is an ongoing theme for us, for me to get mad about this. It started becoming cute now because he doesnt even realize half the time that he does it...but let me tell you...it is a HUGE pet peeve of mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR PET PEEVES?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-2840662737472244332?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/2840662737472244332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=2840662737472244332' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/2840662737472244332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/2840662737472244332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-your-pet-peeve.html' title='What&apos;s Your Pet Peeve??'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-7246480420920028879</id><published>2009-03-23T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:39:51.400-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>KING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More than my man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More than my friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More than my soulmate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He is my King&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Body of a Greek god&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Appears more like a sculpture than human flesh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chisled features&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kisses sweeter than from any lips I've ever tasted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voice as demanding and forceful as a lion's roar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yet doesnt need to yell to be heard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He could whisper the toughest command&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And i would pick up every word&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His hands are rough and still possess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The gentlest touch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They tell the story of his life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A journey that was sustained and overcome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wirh pure power and determination&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking in his eyes you see a warrior&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A soldier returning from a combat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Between heart and mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His mind wins all wars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He allows his heart to submit to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just as i dont mind submitting to his power&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would stay stuck in the highest tower of his castle for hours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As long as he comes back to rescue me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The way he speaks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His thought process is like sex to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could lay for hours in his ideas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Until i'm sure they are clear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So that i'm never lost in his complexity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This man is a King&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am his castle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He lives IN me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;T.Simpson&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/5457077461574591775-7246480420920028879?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/7246480420920028879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=7246480420920028879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/7246480420920028879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/7246480420920028879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2009/03/king.html' title='KING'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-4641320589968507812</id><published>2009-03-20T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:32:41.985-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>I Miss Him</title><content type='html'>I miss him&lt;br /&gt;I miss looking into his eyes and seeing my reflection&lt;br /&gt;I miss his protection&lt;br /&gt;If this was MY world and we needed a leader...&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt even tolerate an election&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; choose &lt;strong&gt;HIM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, that's who i want to lead me&lt;br /&gt;Just like he rules me&lt;br /&gt;My King&lt;br /&gt;If i ever doubted such a thing as a soulmate&lt;br /&gt;He'd be the one that fools me&lt;br /&gt;If there's any doubt that God is real&lt;br /&gt;This is my testimony that He's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the people in this world&lt;br /&gt;He decided I was worth it&lt;br /&gt;To meet you&lt;br /&gt;To share a future with my equal&lt;br /&gt;Any other man will be denied&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life would I dismiss him&lt;br /&gt;Right now I wish I could kiss him&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah...&lt;br /&gt;I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- T. Simpson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just another poem i wrote. feel free to give feedback or maybe a snap lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-4641320589968507812?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/4641320589968507812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=4641320589968507812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/4641320589968507812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/4641320589968507812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-miss-him.html' title='I Miss Him'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-6343839673654596513</id><published>2009-03-04T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:48:12.552-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning yoru mate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acceptance'/><title type='text'>Take Me As I Am</title><content type='html'>i was having a conversation with a very good friend some weeks ago and we came across the subject of her not being satisfied with the progression of her relationship...or "situationship" that she was in.  She said he wasn't moving fast enough for her because he was not doing what she was used to as far as distinguishing stages in building a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that he always wants her around and in the crib but he never pays her any attention.  She said that he bought her to All Star Weekend this year and she was the only girl and he paid her little to no mind. All his friends were passing comments like "you bringing sand to the beach now??"  To her, these things were NOT what she was/is looking for but to me, he damn near was ready to propose to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my advice that i gave:&lt;br /&gt;KNOW THE PERSON YOU ARE WITH FOR WHO THEY ARE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is always on a kick to change someone or make them fit you or something along those lines. Sometimes bloggers, you just have to accept someone for who they are.  I'm not saying that progression in a person isn't a quality you should want, because eveyrone at some point in their life should want to progress...i'm just saying that people have certain ways abotu them that are not going to change and you have to take their signs of love for what they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him wanting her over there all the time as him saying that he enjoys her company and even though he's still gonna parlay with his boys and shit...he feels comfortable knowing that she is in his presence...it gives him a sense of security in a way. I took her going to all start weekend as the only female his way of saying..."baby this is not shit that i usually do but i'm feeling you so i'm bringing you FREE OF CHARGE OR ANY EXPENSES...to all star weekend with me and MY NIGGAS!!" When his friends passed their comments abotu bringing sand to the beach, that was a dead giveaway that this is not normally shit that he does...and this is a big step for him. Whether he gave all his attention to her or not...in his mind he was thinking he did something so special for her...andin a way...he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another friend who thinks her girl is falling out of love. They had a falling out before because my friend was easy to wear her heart on her sleeve and give ALL her emotions to her girl.  After that incident she because cold and put a huuuge wall up between the two of them in order not to get hurt again. What my friend didn't realize is that she had that wall up way too long and started believing that this was actually how she always acted towards her girlfriend.  She wasn't even noticing the little things her girl was doing to get her to tear parts of this wall down.  For the first time since they had dated...her girl said "i love you" first. This isnt no big shit to me because it's mutual between me &amp;amp; mine...but to her it should have been historic! They had been dating on and off for about 5 years!! Thats big shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone steps outside of theirself and the normal shit that they have grown accustomed to doing...as their mate, you HAVE to take notcie to these things or it could damper a part of your relationship that doesnt even need to be brought up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People let their egos and not wanting to give in to people be their downfall. If you want your relationship to last...KNOW your mate...like REALLY know them for who they are and then figure out with that information if they are giving you the love you want and the way you want it. Never base it off of how you love though...because.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE IS DIFFERENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just my words of advice. Anyone ever been in a situation where they misjudged something by not knowing their mate well enough? Or have you been the one who was misunderstood or judged incorrectly??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-6343839673654596513?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/6343839673654596513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=6343839673654596513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/6343839673654596513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/6343839673654596513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2009/03/take-me-as-i-am.html' title='Take Me As I Am'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-2311194747401516721</id><published>2009-02-09T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T08:19:54.589-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='followers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stalkers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haters'/><title type='text'>Ode To The Haters...</title><content type='html'>(yall thought i was joking about this blog...nope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this may be more to the female readers...but somehow i feel like guys will be able to relate also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS THERE ALLLLWAYS THAT ONE FEMALE/MALE THAT HATES ON AND TRIES TO SABATOGE YOUR RELATIONSHIP????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course for those who read the last two blogs, you see that i have somewhat of a stalker "following" my blogs on here and on myspace. Now, i'm not new to the female hater...i just thought that with age, the nonsense and silly shit would stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all my female readers can feel me on this on at least some level...&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you are happy in a relationship and enjoying your loved one and everything is going as planned...here comes the "hater" trying to ruin things and make them more difficult and even sometimes trying to break up what you have so that they can get involved with your dude. Usually this is ok if they're just doing small little things trying to get under your skin...but then there are times when it gets to this point...where they follow the things you do and start stalking and harrassing you about your dude being with them and claiming then when in reality...you have NO idea who the chick is lol&lt;br /&gt;Here are some points that i can make about the "follower" or "hater":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's usually a girl who used to or wants to get dicked down by the guy you are seeing and feels like you are getting "what's theirs". Most of these chicks are delusional and take things such as AIM and MySpace to a level of actually KNOWing the guy. They feel like the MyHotComments and little comments under pics means that the dude wants them when in reality...he's just a flirt and probably has sent them the same message as a million other chicks on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Now i wont even put this on solely the female just being crazy...many guys feel the need to gas up every chick they meet and make them feel important and like they have a special place in their lives. The common, average chick takes this and runs with it. There are many cases where the dude will front like he is oblivious to what this girl is talking about when in actuality, he's been filling her head with nonsense all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Much like my stalker...most of these females make themselves "anonymous" because they know that if the dude knew the shit they were trying to pull...they'd be cut off (if your man had any respect for you...mine had none for me so this kind of stuff was cute to him for some reason). If he has respect though and finds out...then its a wrap for this chick so like my stalker, she must remain anonymous and keep a low profile as far as being founf out is concerned. Another reason she's anonymous could be because she's extremely pussy and doesnt want any problems unless it's through an alternate identity (which is why i just stopped responding lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. ALOT of these females (if you are dating a dude who is popular in some sort of way) fall "in love" with your dudes alter ego. Much like Beyonce and/or most celebrities, alot of popular dudes have a personality when they are dealing with fans and groupies...and then they have their real selves that only family, close friends and of course the girlfriend, fiancee or wife sees. My ex just so happens to be very sexy and has a personality of a "bad boy" and not giving a fuck...ALOT of females are attracted to this bc they see the body, get the pic comments from him and flirt with him...so they feel a connection with the person...but only on that level. If you were to ask these same females your dudes REAL WHOLE name, his favorite color, something else he likes to do besides what they picked up on myspace, facebook or crushspot or even what his parents names are or how many siblings they have/had...the girl would draw the quickest blank face. This is because they have fallen in like with "LoverManDee"instead of David Lamar Brown (example names lmao). Its a sad sad case and sometimes the dude eats it up bc he's confused who he is with this multiple personality. (this is why baby girl put Ms. Patron Pay as i stated i would rather be MRS. C--- B------)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. ALOT of guys deal with this too! When certain guys have been with a female that puts it on them better than anyone else, but doesnt want to be with them, their whole world turns upside down and they actually step outside of themselves and contact the person's significant other and try to shit on what they have. WHY would you do that?? Especially as a guy bc that seems like such a bitchy, catty thing to do. To me, that shows low self esteem and just extreme catiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my personal case of dealing with the stalker, i have the anonymous chick who tried to come in between a relationship (of two people who arent even together) after following my every word and doing research and then creating and coming up with assumptions that best fit their "case" they wanted to make. Did this message bother me? Yes, because it was done on a blog created for business purposes. And no, because this girl who is the "real deal" cant even state her actual name which means...maybe she isnt being claimed at all. Did it make me question him? No, i actually just told him what happened, we had a discussion about why bitches are crazy and we kept it moving. I even told him not to try to figure out who it was bc he's still my baby and it wouldn't matter anywayz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm sure this girl feels that bc i'm not on his top that i'm not being the only one "claimed" as she said...but Lord knows i have let MySpace dictate too much of my life as is...and it really doesnt determine much at all. I know my placein his life and i know what it is/was with us so that whole comment onmy blog was actually pointless (except that it made for a good blog entry...thank you mamas :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;To sum it all up...i'm just curious is anyone has gone through this before: where a random girl/dude has hit up your wifey/hubbie and tried to throw a wrench in your project with them??? How did the situation unfold? What were the end results??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thank you to you for writing that last comment on the entry my love...cuz whoever it is definitely DOES need to get a life! lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-2311194747401516721?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/2311194747401516721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=2311194747401516721' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/2311194747401516721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/2311194747401516721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2009/02/ode-to-haters.html' title='Ode To The Haters...'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-3413950932509647265</id><published>2009-02-05T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T11:22:54.012-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stalker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comment acceptance'/><title type='text'>Apologies to My True Readers</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog Family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite recently ...trucee... was infected with a stalker. Because of this, we were forced to filter all of our comments, being that this is for business purposes and not for people to show their asses. We will continue to write blogs for our readers and hopefully continue to get the same support we've been getting. Sorry for the inconvenience, we are just trying to ensure that ...trucee... is only used for the purpose it was designed for...and not for this petty, childish, immature mess that one lonely female is trying to infect our blog with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are still able to comment on whatever you want, it just has to be approved by Serita or myself now. This wont take long considering we both have access to the site, so please keep sharing your opinions and asking questions that you would like answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ms. Simpson &amp;amp; Ms. Sophisticated :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-3413950932509647265?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/3413950932509647265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=3413950932509647265' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/3413950932509647265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/3413950932509647265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2009/02/apologies-to-my-true-readers.html' title='Apologies to My True Readers'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-9223027331071493065</id><published>2009-01-30T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T10:13:59.734-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='figuring yourself out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='needs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wants'/><title type='text'>What Women Want...</title><content type='html'>First let me apologize for the pause in entries but school has just begun and i am on the grind  like nobodies business...had to get my schedule and classes straight. They are all together now so i'm good to go...and great to write lol&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an almost deep convo with a few male friends, that will probably never get finished...but it made me want to get into the heads of my blog family!&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about the things that we would want in our mate. I used to have this convo allll the time, i even gave my answer when the blog Real Women, Real Talk posed the question....but i think it has changed since then, which is crazy bc that was not that long ago. I just recently finalized a break up with someone so maybe thats why but i dont know. Life works in weird, off the wall, surprising ways so it may not even be the end to that situation and relationship but as of right now...it did change the things i'd want in a mate. Not so much because of him, but because i'm just seeing things differently and looking through a different pair of eyes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What i Want in a Man is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Someone who makes me laugh even when i dont want to. The only time i dont want that to happen is when i am wanting to be taken seriously because it only angers me when people crack jokes when im genuinely bothered by something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A man that knows my moods like his own and responds to them accordingly. For example, i am a spoiled brat...my mood goes two ways with that though. I am either being spoiled and whining a little for some attention, or i'm just being a plain old bitch because well, its part of my attitude. When i am just being a big baby (everyone has their baby moments, dont judge me lol), i want a man who will see that, give me the 5 mins of attention i want, and most likely deserve, and then we both go about our day. If i'm being a bitch, i want a man that will put me in my place without being a dictator or control freak about it. Trust, to me there is nothing sexier than a man that can lay down the law without making me feel like his child or like he owns me. There are ways to do it...i'm just saying what i want tho, i'm not giving up the advice and ways to do it also. In that case, i'd just date and fuck myself lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I want someone who has a rough side to them. No, not like an ax murderer rough side but just someone who has seen both sides of the world and can relate to either one. They can be themselves around the fellas and then STILL be themselves around business professionals bc they hold and can carry both those sides of their personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I NEED a man who is willing to recieve AND give without it being an issue. I am an extremely giving person and it takes little simple things to make me feel as if that is appreciated. Shit, i'll take hugs, kisses, little silly notes, things being made for me...anything that makes me feel as if i am a valued part of your life because well, if i'm not...then i shouldn't be a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-COMMUNICATION...i want it, need it, dream about it at night (lol) Ok ok, maybe not the last one but it is key to ANY relationship! I have no problem telling my significant other my whereabouts when they ask or saying who i with because i have nothing to hide. I used to cheat but i dont anymore so whats wrong with answering a few questions here and there. I want a man that doesn't feel like communicating with me is a chore, or some type of "reporting" back to me. Trust, i have no desire to know anyone's every move because that's just crazy. I will ask every once and a while where you are or who you're with but its not to keep tabs, it's only bc well, sometimes i'm just nosey and those are regular ass convo questions, u kno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I would like to date someone who completely holds me down, no matter what the circumstances. I dont know about other people because everyone has their own agendas, but i wanted to be married young so that i could have kids young and be able to live my life with my husband for a bit, have our kids and then enjoy the rest of our lives as a family. I just turned 24 and most likely expect to be with someone for at least some years before an engagement or marriage so its not like im rushing to do anything TODAY...i just had a plan in my head...doesnt have to turn out that way, it's just something i thought about and would be happy if it worked out that way. I say all that to say, HOW am i going to call someone my husband who NEVER has my back. I need someone who loves me no matter what anyone else has to say. That will defend me when they KNOW people have the wrong idea or misconception of me and not be afraid to do it. Most ppl dont realize that if you have friends, that are true, genuine friends, they will be there regardless of anything else going on. If they dont like who you are with and befriend you for it, they werent shit to begin with. My friends have had problems with exes...even my family has, but if i felt strongly enough to say i loved them, then i'm going to defend any misconceptions or judgements anyoen has. I've done it in the past and still have the same family and friends...never mattered...i hold my mate down no matter what. Even when i'm mad, i have their back...so i expect  the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have alot more things i can get into but they are ALL so detailed and i'm curious to know what my readers want from their mate! Everyone is different and we all want different things so...&lt;br /&gt;What do YOU want????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-9223027331071493065?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/9223027331071493065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=9223027331071493065' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/9223027331071493065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/9223027331071493065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-women-want.html' title='What Women Want...'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-3236096398423487506</id><published>2009-01-19T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:34:09.959-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oral sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preferences'/><title type='text'>The Symbolism of Swallowing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its also been awhile since i've put something up here so I decided to switch up my normal flow of writing about all this lovey dovey stuff to talk about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Fellatio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, Once again we're introducing this topic to you guys. But I'm bringing it on a different approach. I'm sure that most folks love the act of giving &amp;amp; receiving but there's alot that comes with the pleasure. There's actually an art to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was on my facebook and a close friend of mine had posted a note pertaining to this topic. I thought it was very intriguing because I actually AGREE with alot of the stuff on this list. Now I hope I'm not being too graphic with bringing this up but hey, we're all adults here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So let's break it down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It's Tidy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Spitting is, quite simply, messy. Having a paper towel at the ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;can help, but even then, you have a cum-soaked towel to dispose of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Same is true if he comes somewhere other than inside your mouth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;there's plenty of sticky jizm to wipe up. Just swallow and there's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;no muss or fuss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It's Quick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Even if cum is unpleasant (we have tips for making it much less so),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;the fastest way to deal with it is to swallow. Running to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;bathroom to dispose of it or spitting it out on the spot will take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;more time, and be less efficient, than just swallowing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It Lets the Man Relax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If a man has to worry about coming, feeling that it is an imposition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;on the woman or the cause of unpleasantness, it creates tension&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;while receiving the blowjob. He cannot fully relax, and cannot fully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;enjoy his climax. A woman who swallows both puts her partner at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ease. Also, she can continue sucking through the orgasm, "sucking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;him dry", which men find both physically and emotionally satisfying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Symbolism of Swallowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;In Western culture, swallowing has deep symbolic significance. The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;act of swallowing signals acceptance, blessing, and complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;transformation. Imagine spitting out champagne after a toast or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;spitting out the wafer during communion. The insult and sacrilege&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;would be overwhelming. In the same way, spitting out cum is a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;symbolic rejection to many men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;By swallowing, a woman indicates complete acceptance. She wishes to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;consume, to commune with whatever comes from her lover. As she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;imbibes the cum, it becomes part of her, he becomes part of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;They are joined together in an intimate sacred bond like no other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It's Polite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;To quote one woman: "What sort of message does that convey to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;immediately run to the nearest sink to spit? I'm comfortable enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;to get down on my knees and wrap my lips around your cock, but not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;comfortable enough to swallow the fruits of my labor? I know I'd be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;offended if my boyfriend ran to the bathroom to gargle with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;mouthwash after going down on me. So, sure I swallow. It's almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;impolite not to."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It's Environmentally Friendly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Leaving your spunk in public places just isn't right, whether you're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;dogging in the park or sucking at the cinema. And wasting tissues and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;paper towels destroys trees and adds to our landfill problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Swallowing is the ultimate form of enviromentally-friendly recycling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Very interesting I must say. So I just want to know, what do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ miss sophisticated ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-3236096398423487506?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/3236096398423487506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=3236096398423487506' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/3236096398423487506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/3236096398423487506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-also-been-awhile-since-ive-put.html' title='The Symbolism of Swallowing'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-6010776798128482920</id><published>2009-01-15T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:46:35.263-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>Can You Hear Me NOW??? GOOOOOD!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SXAfAFHHYxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/pbv_Cb02PfU/s1600-h/communication.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291763648392815378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SXAfAFHHYxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/pbv_Cb02PfU/s320/communication.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;disclaimer: i've been told i was falling off with the blog, so i'm gonna try to keep it a bit more consistent. sorry to those who are faithful readers and commenters. i'm back on my shit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Communication- the imparting or interchange of thoughts, opinions, or information by speech, writing, or signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i added this definition because it seems like there is a fine line drawn between the sexes about what this word REALLY means. Personally, i'm excellent at communicating when needing to get my point across, when working on a project, when speaking to a boss or co-worker, or any other daily part of my routine where communication is needed...i'm good at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some ODD reason though...i am not so great at communicating with my own man!! Our words get mixed up, signals get crossed, messages get misconstrued...like...i know its not only me so &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;WHAT IS IT ABOUT RELATIONSHIPS THAT MAKES IT SOO DAMN HARD TO TALK TO SOMEONE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You could be the &lt;em&gt;best &lt;/em&gt;of friends with someone and be able to share anything with them, tell them all your personal business and just...be friends...but once a relationship enters the picture, guards go up and barriers are placed on the communication lines. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its so crazy to me because i feel like as a couple, there should be nothing that you cant communicate with your mate. Relationships bring so many things into play (i.e. jealousy, envy, pride, miscommunication, trust issues, "rules"...like, its so damn crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Females see communication as something positive that can build a relationship and keep it strong. To us, it helps build and gain trust, helps prevent dumb ass issues caused by &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;miscommunication&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and at the same time, keeps both parties on the same page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Males, on the other hand, see communication as a way a female is trying to control them. To them its like telling us what they're doing means they are reporting to us. Like its so bad just to say where you're at or what you're doing. Smdh @ that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I could be wrong about both parties though...so let me know if i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess my real inquiry is...why does it seem like when you get into a relationship with someone...the communication fucks up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-6010776798128482920?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/6010776798128482920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=6010776798128482920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/6010776798128482920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/6010776798128482920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2009/01/can-you-hear-me-now-goooood.html' title='Can You Hear Me NOW??? GOOOOOD!!'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SXAfAFHHYxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/pbv_Cb02PfU/s72-c/communication.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-142336197570583555</id><published>2009-01-09T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:33:05.873-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='types of sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='making love'/><title type='text'>Sex vs. Fucking vs. Making Love</title><content type='html'>yes! another favorite subject of mine...&lt;br /&gt;i'm about to break down MY definitions of the three...&lt;br /&gt;feel free to disagree, i could care less (lol...jk)...&lt;br /&gt;if you do disagree, let me know your definiton(s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sex&lt;/strong&gt;: just plain, simple intercourse. pumping in and out of your partner to reach an orgasm, or to 'cum'. no real emotions, pretty much just the act itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fucking&lt;/strong&gt;: (innocent smile) to me, this is where all the raw emotion you feel towards your mate comes out. the hair pulling, ass slapping, nasty talking, raunchy, biting, lip sucking, just plain dirty ass sex!!! take note that the word 'sex' is used in the definition because this is a &lt;em&gt;form&lt;/em&gt; of sex! this is when no discussion is needed, when you and your partner can just look at each other and start ripping off clothes. no props needed (unless of course its a sex toy), no real words needed (unless they are filthy), and for this type of sex, i think there's more eye contact...not on a lovey dovey level...but more of a "im gonna fuck the shit out of you until you have multiple orgasms that ripple through your body" level :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Making Love&lt;/strong&gt;: awwwww...now this is your sweet, romantic sex that you take time out for to please your mate mentally, physically and emotionally all at once (which often times makes it the best type of orgasm for a woman). Props are used in this type of sex such as candles, bubble baths, massage oils, "smell goods", music, etc, etc. often times, this is the sex that brings a woman to tears (sometimes even a guy hehehe) but yeah, this is the &lt;em&gt;type of sex &lt;/em&gt;that lets you know you're actually in a serious relationship bc most guys, or even females, dont go all out like this for just &lt;strong&gt;anybody.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, those are MY definitions...what are yours???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and out of all three, i must say, that with my man...i prefer the fucking AND making love. either one can be done at will because there is passion and love that NEVER EVER leaves our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which of the three do you prefer??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-142336197570583555?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/142336197570583555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=142336197570583555' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/142336197570583555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/142336197570583555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2009/01/sex-vs-fucking-vs-making-love.html' title='Sex vs. Fucking vs. Making Love'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-4858779667563211994</id><published>2009-01-08T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:00:35.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BLOG!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so, im excited about my new blog (this is Ms. Simpson btw)...&lt;br /&gt;as much as i loooove writing about relationships and the successes and failures of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i NEEDed my own blog!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check me out at &lt;a href="http://godsgift23.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://godsgift23.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-4858779667563211994?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/4858779667563211994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=4858779667563211994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/4858779667563211994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/4858779667563211994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-blog.html' title='NEW BLOG!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-776185583009239529</id><published>2009-01-08T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T12:18:40.273-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Tatt, Tatt, Tatted up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SWZanQOafEI/AAAAAAAAAFo/EKD72uKpR2w/s1600-h/tattoos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289014442810047554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SWZanQOafEI/AAAAAAAAAFo/EKD72uKpR2w/s320/tattoos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the other day i spoke to my homeboy that i havent spoken to in a loooong time. he told me he had a new girl but had ONE biiiig issue with her...this girl has tattoos EVERYWHERE! and not in places which are discreet...but in places where any and EVERY one can see them. this isnt necessarily a big issue to him...but he's worried about the family introductions and going out to fancy places where a gown or something is required...and she'll have all these damn tattoos showing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind you, i have five tattoos myself. no one ever knows though unless i show them and the most obvious spot i have one in...is my shoulder (some people may say my lower back but thats usually covered unless at a party. i said that to say, im NOT against tattoos at all...in any way! i do however think it is tacky (no offense to anyone) to have tattoos all over your body, in random places and then go out somewhere classy and try to look like a part of the crowd. if you dont plan on involving evening gowns or anything of that sort to your activities list, then by all means, handle your business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit, i was even slightly embarrassed when i was in a wedding and had the tattoo on my shoulder showing :(&lt;br /&gt;thought i stood out like a sore thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my question really is...would you date someone who had tattoos any and everywhere?? or have you??? did it change any dynamics in your relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about for the ladies? how do you feel about tattoos? cuz i LOVE bodies covered in them...as long as i can still take you out places without people mistaking you for a rapper lmao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-776185583009239529?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/776185583009239529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=776185583009239529' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/776185583009239529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/776185583009239529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2009/01/tatt-tatt-tatted-up.html' title='Tatt, Tatt, Tatted up!'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SWZanQOafEI/AAAAAAAAAFo/EKD72uKpR2w/s72-c/tattoos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-4041193584219631010</id><published>2009-01-04T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:42:45.119-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dislike'/><title type='text'>Family Matters...Part 1</title><content type='html'>WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOU CANT STAND YOUR PARTNERS FAMILY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is an age old situation where you meet the person of ur dreams...fall head over heels in love...become comfortable that you will be with this person for a long-term period....and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUMMM DUMMM DUMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you meet their family, and you HATE them. ok, i wont say hate because that is a very strong word, but you dislike them. they may love you to death and like every single thing about you but there is something about them, or maybe even just one family member, that you just CANNOT bare!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They could be super ghetto, too uppity, extremely judgemental, really loud, too damn quiet...whatever the reason, something about them makes you uncomfortable and you hate to be aroud them. This personally hasnt happened to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, let me think..................................................&lt;br /&gt;i may have had a sister or two that i didnt fuck with in the beginning but it all worked out for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in this situation? is there a family of a significant other that you cant stand? why???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-4041193584219631010?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/4041193584219631010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=4041193584219631010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/4041193584219631010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/4041193584219631010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2009/01/family-matterspart-1.html' title='Family Matters...Part 1'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-4443238362470428896</id><published>2009-01-03T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:15:57.758-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby mama drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Date My Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SWBUCmfhJ4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/LnJ0EJ7WFas/s1600-h/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287318366202177410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SWBUCmfhJ4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/LnJ0EJ7WFas/s200/kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok ok ok, i've been slacking ALOT but im BAAAAACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;now there has been a topic thats been on my mind for a while now and i want to ask my blog family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you date someone who has kids from a previous relationship??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally havent dated anyone who had kids already. Not really for any reason besides the fact that no one i have been interested in has had children already. I have ex's who have kids now but ummm, that has nothing to do with me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard friends tell me they are involved with a bf/gf that has children, or at least one child and i hear so many mixed opinions about it ALL the time. I'm wondering what its like to be in a relationship with someone with a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also wonder if anyone is in that situation now. how do you deal with it? is it easier said than done? cuz Lord knows i am SO against baby mama drama!!! (or baby daddy drama...we dont discriminate here lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always felt like if i was in those shoes that i wouldnt know how to feel. to me it would depend on how long they werent with the mother or father of the child. also, how is their relationship now? because some who have kids together feels that makes it ok to still be "body rocking the boots" lmao&lt;br /&gt;BIG BIG ISSUE: i would feel strange about how the child felt about me. The age would make an extreeeeme difference...idk...i wanna know how my readers feel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me know people...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-4443238362470428896?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/4443238362470428896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=4443238362470428896' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/4443238362470428896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/4443238362470428896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2009/01/ok-ok-ok-ive-been-slacking-alot-but-im.html' title='Date My Mom'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SWBUCmfhJ4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/LnJ0EJ7WFas/s72-c/kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-1061926897315662171</id><published>2008-12-31T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T08:04:25.960-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Dear 2008 (written by Miss Sophisticated)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear 2008, &lt;br face="verdana"&gt;&lt;br face="verdana"&gt;I know you gonna miss me. We been through some rough times but yet I'm glad I made it out alive. And as the saying goes, all things must come to an end. So this is my farewell letter to you. But just like my co-writer said, first &amp;amp; foremost I have to give praises to my Father up above. If it wasn't for Him, I wouldn't have been able to experience this journey with you 08. &lt;br face="verdana"&gt;&lt;br face="verdana"&gt;I don't understand why I went through some of the shit I've been through with you 08 &amp;amp; to be honest, I have a major problem with it. We got beef 08, major beef. But let me break it down to you, just in case u forgot some things &amp;amp; missed a few details... So pay attention. &lt;br face="verdana"&gt;&lt;br face="verdana"&gt;I brought in my 2008 with my sister from another mother, Ms. Simpson &amp;amp; boy was it an interesting night. Now I'm glad I bought it in with someone I consider to be family BUT deep down inside, I really had other plans in mind. I was SUPPOSED to bring you in with the person I was dating at the time but it seems as though work was much more important than me in his eyes. And I personally believe that is why my year has been down the drain. &lt;br face="verdana"&gt;&lt;br face="verdana"&gt;From school bullshit to relationship problems, I seem to be more stressed out in 08 than ever b4. Why did you have to be this way towards me 08? I really didnt deserve this... Now it has me skeptical about my 09 and I hate for you to be the cause for me to have these feelings towards my future. &lt;br face="verdana"&gt;&lt;br face="verdana"&gt;Only good thing I can say that came out of this year is meeting the love of my life. Gosh, I don't know what I'd do without him. But yet, there's some things that I've done in our relationship that has me at the point of thinkin "why is this happening to me?" "what have I done to deserve this?" These are questions I have to ask you mr. 2008 cuz I swear I've never experienced shit like this. I'm not gonna go into specific details because you know what pain you've caused me from the time he's came into my life. I just need to get ahold of this. Wish you can help me understand this cause I'm leaving you 08 &amp;amp; going into another year confused as hell. But I must say, after all the shit we've been through, I have not once regret getting that sweet message on my myspace and then falling in love with him... Not now, not EVER. &lt;br face="verdana"&gt;&lt;br face="verdana"&gt;Another thing (which seems to be a continuous thing every year), is me trying to finish my education. And I have to say to you 08 that you took this financial aid stuff to a whole different level. Like I don't understand how extra funds that I had no knowledge of come out of NOWHERE... But I cant come down on you too much 08 because this has been an continuous thing since I've started school... &lt;br face="verdana"&gt;&lt;br face="verdana"&gt;Its a lot more that has gone down in 08 that I can say has made me a better person. Gotta learn from mistakes &amp;amp; keep moving forward. So I do wanna thank you 08 for showing me that I can make it out of any situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So although you put me through hell 08, I'm not gonna end this letter on a bad note. I'm taking on new strengths into the new year. Leaving all the nonsense &amp;amp; drama behind with you 08 and bringing in new beginnings for 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So Listen here 2008 baby, I just believe it's the right thing to d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I got a brand new bitch, the year 2009,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;She showing me a lot of action right now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know you put me on my feet and all, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I mean, it's time for me to grow &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You gotta let me go baby, you gotta let me go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm done for now, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so one for now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Possibly forever, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we had fun together &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But like all good things, we must come to an end &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please show the same love to my friends &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dear 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Miss Sophisticated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-1061926897315662171?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/1061926897315662171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=1061926897315662171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/1061926897315662171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/1061926897315662171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-2008-written-by-miss-sophisticated.html' title='Dear 2008 (written by Miss Sophisticated)'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-2437367452812526603</id><published>2008-12-26T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T12:00:33.056-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Dear 2008 (written by Ms Simpson)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Dear 2008,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Before i even begin this letter (and this may seem selfish because i'm writing to you 08) but i HAVE to thank GOD for waking me up everyday of this year that is about to pass. You were good to me 08, but i wouldn't have seen any of you without the man upstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;When i first sat down to write to you, i wasn't sure where to start because this year has had SO many ups and downs, that i thought it may be impossible to even fit it all in one letter. I'm going to do the best i can to let you know what issues and excitements that you brought me in this year, hopefully none of it offends you 08.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Coming out of 07, i actually had NO idea how my year would turn out. I came out of 07 in school, with a job, with loving family and friends, and with a man whom i loved/love dearly. I was always told to end my year the way i wanted it to start for the next one, and this advice wasn't too far fetched. My year ended with me kissing the lips of the man that i love more than anything, Cory Buckley. Surrounding that kiss though, was drama, drama, drama!!! (oh, and more drama). So because i ended 07 with the man i love and surrounded by drama...i believe THAT is the sole reason that my year, yes you 08, turned out the way it did. I stayed right by this man's side...and yes, there was oodles and oodles of drama to fill the year up! No, i'm not blaming him for the drama, although he was some of the cause, i'm just saying that the way you end your year, may truly be how you spend the next one (but thats just a rumor i've heard lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Let me see, i have some bones to pick with you 08. I went through some pretty rough times throughout this year. I was kicked out my house, felt like the world was against me at one point and was a participant and innocent bystander to all different types of drama!! How could you let this happen 08? How could you allow my life to go downhill in so many ways?? There were days i felt like i just wouldnt be able to take it anymore, like the world may be a better place without me...you know? I dont blame you 08 but damn...why couldnt you hold me down a little bit stronger than that?? I went through my fair share of heart ache...made some terrible decisions and even had my whole family against me at one point. I just dont understand why things happened this way 08!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;On the flip side though, i cant beat you up too much...you did hold me down VERY much this year also! If anyone knew me well before this year, then they can tell you that i have changed and become such a better person. I'm doing things i never used to do. I used to fear change and didn't think it would help me progress, only make me...different. I'm not different though, i am the same person i have ALWAYS been, just a new and improved version. A version that i love!! I've matured, i've become a better thinker, i've made much better decisions and i've become much more focused onmy goals and what is important to me. To say i am proud of myself is an understatement because despite what else has gone on around me, i found ways to not let it effect me in a negative way...and turned most things into positives!! Some people may have already reached this level in their lives 08...but for me, its something new...and definitely not something i will ever take advantage of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;My strength...physical, mental and emotional...has become SO much stronger. I am able to handle situations that i couldn't before. If you are a close friend, then you know i am a bit emoitonal. I have found ways to not be so dependant on emotions and to think things through more than i have in the past. Growth feels good and best believe it made me that much sexier hehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;As far as school 08, yes...i am STILL in school, which pisses me off more than anyone can even imagine but i am confident that God has this in His plans and there is a reason for it. I dont blame anyone else, not even you 08 because my mistakes were made in the past before i even met you. 08, you're actually the reason i got my shit together! i havent gotten anything below a B- since i've met you and i thank you for giving me the inspiration to do that! I plan to continue doing what i need to because the road is almost at its end! I'm waiting IMpatiently to see my family member's faces when i get that diplomat handed to me!!! It will be one of the happiest days of my life...real talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;As far as work 08...i LOVE my damn job. HELL NO, i dont like serving people...hellll nO!!!but i do love my co-workers and how much fun i have whenever i work. Staff holiday party was...interesting. Thank God everyday for blessing me with a family that knows the importance of "code switching" and not every aspect of their lives was revolved around some hood shit...smdh. Pays to be able to switch your speech in certain environments and situations...a lesson i will teach my kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;08, i would especially like to thank you for bringing me closer to my family! Granted, i also had some rough times with them but in the end, it all worked out and they still love me and hol dme down like no other! i couldnt have asked for a better family. Congrats on my sis being engaged also...08 made her happy with that one, you sneaky devil you! lmao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ah, and on to my wonderful, amazing, breath-taking man! Mr. Cory Buckley...what would i do without you baby??? No like, for real! I DONT CARE what we have been through, you have helped me discover a side of myself that i never even knew existed! All the change i talked about, i owe alot of that to you! The relationship we have, opinion doesnt matter, how other people feel doesnt matter...its just you and me against the world!! i LOVE that feeling! Oh my bad, im supposed to be talking to 08. Well 07/08 THANK YOU for bringing this man into my life! I found someone JUST like myself who i can see myself sharing the rest of my life with. 08, i feel like you tapped into a part of me that i felt i had lost when you did this...when you helped me find my soulmate!!! I couldn't thank you enough because if there is ONE thing i will remember and cherish about my year...HE is IT! hehehehe :-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;To sum my year up...it was...hmmm ok. 08, there are times you let me down and times you built me up. There is one thing i can say about you 08 that i respect...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;you never, ever, ever left my side. Everytime i turned around...08, you were right there! Every problem i went through, every issue and obstacle i had to overcome, every happy moment i experienced...you never judged me or took any time away from me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;08, you did the best thing that i could have ever even asked for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;you led me to 09!!! ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;it was fun while it lasted 08...but as of 12am on January 1st 2009...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i gotta say goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i hope you understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Tanya S. Simpson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-2437367452812526603?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/2437367452812526603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=2437367452812526603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/2437367452812526603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/2437367452812526603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-2008-written-by-ms-simpson.html' title='Dear 2008 (written by Ms Simpson)'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-5349512314721090338</id><published>2008-12-20T20:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T09:11:59.895-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear 2008'/><title type='text'>Dear 2008.......JOIN ME BLOG FAMILY!! :-D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SU3KxO8CvhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-iYdrgxnUOY/s1600-h/2008+calender.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282100885147794962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SU3KxO8CvhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-iYdrgxnUOY/s200/2008+calender.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yes, this is another blog with a pic of a calendar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffff00;"&gt;BUT...it is for a VERY different reason!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Once again my homegirl Aliyah has come up with a wonderful idea....one so wonderful that i HAD TO share it with my blog family ASAP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33cc00;"&gt;It is about to be 2009 (as we all know)...only a little while left until this entire year of 2008 is only a memory...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So what better way to pay homage to 2008 then to write this past year a letter from the heart. To vent about all the bones you have to pick with the year, thank the year for all the wonderful things that took place or even curse 2008 the fuck out for bringing you nothing but grief!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#999999;"&gt;SO TO MY BLOG FAMILY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#999999;"&gt;I INVITE YOU TO JOIN ME IN WRITING A PERSONAL LETTER TO 2008 AND POSTING IT ON YOUR BLOGSPOT AS A BLOG CALLED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"DEAR 2008"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'M HOPING THAT EVERYONE I HAVE MET THROUGH THIS BLOG IS WILLING TO DO THIS BECAUSE I WILL BE POSTING MY OWN ALSO. ITS BASICALLY JUST REFLECTING ON YOUR YEAR AND VENTING (through a letter) ABOUT WHAT YOU LIKED, DISLIKED, WOULD DO DIFFERENTLY, OR EVEN DO AGAIN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Disclaimer: if you do not have an official blog and usually only comment through an AIM name or another "Open ID" then i encourage you to put your letter's either as a comment to this post...or a comment to my actual letter that i write to 2008. And feel free to use my letter as an example for your own if this is unclear in any way (although there are NO rules or anything...especially if YOU are the one writing the letter...its whatever you wanna write!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm hoping that this gets a big response because i am SO looking forward to seeing if anyone's year was anything like mine lmao. And please feel free to pass the idea if it catches your eye in any way...i wont be mad...i'll consider it you "paying it forward" lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"&gt;If you're a regular blogger, or someone who just supports my blog...leave a comment letting me know if you're gonna write the letter so i can know whos to look for :) (yes Serita, i even wanna see yours!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sits indian style ready to read other letters*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_Ms Simpson_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-5349512314721090338?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/5349512314721090338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=5349512314721090338' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/5349512314721090338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/5349512314721090338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-2008join-me-blog-family-d.html' title='Dear 2008.......JOIN ME BLOG FAMILY!! :-D'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SU3KxO8CvhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-iYdrgxnUOY/s72-c/2008+calender.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-1025492189441038197</id><published>2008-12-19T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:23:35.519-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going backwards'/><title type='text'>Two Steps Forward!! Two Steps BACK???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SUv0rmiSvUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ArAvh9PYdkU/s1600-h/calenders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281584017937972546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SUv0rmiSvUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ArAvh9PYdkU/s320/calenders.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's blog is about whether or not people should take steps backwards by dating or fucking with someone from the past. this topic was brought to my attention by my good friend Aliyah and when she asked me this question, well shit, i didnt know what to tell her!! now that ive gotten time to sit and think about it, i think i have a pretty decent answer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so many people have been in the situation where they have been approached by an ex on the topic of being together again. i've seen it happen way too often...it has even happened to me. my outlook on it is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"only go backwards if the reason you stopped being together was not interferring with forward progress"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;if you were with someone and you stopped dating because one of you cheated, i think it should be left alone. if one of you was brutally dishonest, then i dont feel there's a need to try again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but...if its a reason like..."our parents didnt want us together" or "we felt we were too far apart, distance wise, to make it work" then i believe it can be given another shot. Nothing in the last two examples was the fault of either party which means that things were ended on mutual terms and there can still be something there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;if the reason involves cheating, dishonesty or betrayal, let that shit stay where its at...in the past!! The relationship obviously was not based on much if those factors came into play...so why try it again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after saying that, theres another stipulation i think would alter my answer. How long ago has it been since you were with this person? is this a fresh break up? or has it been years and years? i believe people make mistakes so not all cheating and lying is completely deliberate BUT...if the cheating happened yeeeears ago and you have both been with other people since then, what the fuck is the point anyway??? why are you trying to rebuild something that crashed and burned SO long ago?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If its a fresh break up and you guys are still actively communicating and tyring to talk and work things out, then i say more power to you. Myabe the person realizes what a fuck-up they made and needs a second chance to prove that they can make things work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;one more stipulation...how important as this person to you? did you guys really even have something serious? or was it just puppy love from jump? is it something you saw going anywhere? did you really feel like you had a shot with this person to spend your life with? Because if i give an ex a chane at this point...i'm looking for something long term. not just a trail period to see what may and may not happen AGAIN. If im gonna be testing something out, it would be with someone new so that im not sitting there already expecting certain results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont do that whole "dont know what you got til its gone" bullshit. how does that worl out anyway? you have something right in your face for months or even years that is damn near perfect...and it takes you losing it for you to realizze how special it was?!!?!??!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;BULLSHIT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If it takes you years and years to figure out that shit was good when you had it...then quite frankly, you're an ASSHOLE (my apologies to anyone who fits in that category but im being real)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's almost like someone dying thats close to you and you sit and say that you didnt realize how much they meant until they were gone! i CANT get down with that one!! It should NOT take extreme measures to appreciate what and who you have in your life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think an ex trying to come back around is actually quite selfish. We've gone all this time without each other, i've had my time to get over you...and now here you come with a sob story about ho no other female/male worked out and were nothing like the person you want back so, can we give it another shot? NIGGA/BITCH PLEASE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not about to sit here and go backwards because you could not find a replacement for me!! must be kidding...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(sorry im so into this topic but i feel some type of way for real...just doesnt make sense to me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are ex's i've wnated to hit up like...what happened to us? maybe we should try again but i wouldn't. That can completely mess up whatever they have because now they are sitting there with thoughts of how things could have potentially worked out for the two of you. And all that happens is another relationship where i am sitting there wondering whether or not history will repeat itself. Because people can say they forgive all they want...but no one ever forgets something as painful as a break up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i could go on for days about whether or not you should go back to your past and try to make it your future but i want to know what you guys think...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SHOULD YOU EVER GIVE YOUR PAST ANOTHER SHOT? UNDER WHAT STIPULATIONS??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-1025492189441038197?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/1025492189441038197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=1025492189441038197' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/1025492189441038197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/1025492189441038197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2008/12/two-steps-forward-two-steps-back.html' title='Two Steps Forward!! Two Steps BACK???'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SUv0rmiSvUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ArAvh9PYdkU/s72-c/calenders.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-8765668095934849973</id><published>2008-12-16T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:53:24.526-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in love'/><title type='text'>To Love or To Be In Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk165/icegrl9225/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk165/icegrl9225/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I love you... I'm in love with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are words quite often use to describe one's feeling for their significant other. I've been asking myself for awhile whats the difference of the two statements? What makes the other statement more powerful? When will you know that you've fallen in love with that person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the single most important feeling in the human universe. Love is being there for another human being, being there completely and without hesitation. It's talking and communicating, sharing special moments, sharing everyday life and boring Sundays. It is loving each other at the parties, when everything is fine, and being there during the dull and grey weekdays, thus making them even more colourful than the largest party spent away from your Love. Love is slowly getting to know all about this wonderful other human being. It is knowing your Love's past and accepting it, it is cherishing the gift it is to be together in the present, and it's knowing that no matter what happens, you will be there in the future. Love is, narrowed to a very basic word, a question of trust. It is letting go and trusting this other person. It is not being afraid that what you say will be passed on to others. It's knowing that your Love will not laugh at you or think you're silly when you talk about your doubts and fears, because we all have doubts and fears! And once you trust your Love, once you know that what he or she tells you is the complete truth, once you know that your Love will not leave you should you become fat and old, should you get paralysed and blind, then you are free ! It sounds so simple, and anyone who have felt like this will agree - it is the best feeling in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;However, whats the difference between loving someone and being in love??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in love is a condition. Loving is an action. Being in love usually describes what is happening to you. Loving usually describes what you do about it. There's nothing wrong with being in love. But what you do about it is most important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the magic element is the individual will to include the other in his or her life. A person becomes "in love" by choice. The difference between love and being in love is the softening of one's heart to the other. It's a chouce each person really needs to make for him or herself. Obviously, you can not will another person in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person in love sees the best in his or her loved one and is able to overlook the other's shortcomings. Being in love, in actuality, doesn't change loving people. It creates a new view of each person for him or herself and for each other. It is like selective sunbeams shining in on our best views, leaving the rest in muted shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with the "in love" focus comes when the cozy feelings are used as a barometer to determine a level of commitment in a relationship. This way of thinking overturns the way love works. It should be the other way around. Loving individuals give tenderly out of their love and commitment for each other. They both contribute to the security and warmth of the relationship and nurture their love for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People "in love" most often become disillusioned because the intense cozy feelings fade away. Once the infatuation has worn off, as it always does, these people suddenly believe they must not have been meant for each other. Otherwise, they would still be feeling the same intensity of love for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that being in love is a preparatory emotion that helps people overcome their selfishness long enough to BEGIN loving each other. The infatuation is not the goal. The goal is to sacrifice one's own selfishness, to gain a deeper appreciation and tolerance for the other, and to learn to love with lasting commitment. To be truly in love is to be considerate for your loved one's life-long well being. This kind of love needs to deepen in order for meaningful relationships to last. These are the couples who stay in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The opinions and views on the difference of love and being in love will vary. So my question(s) are what is your definition of love and being in love? When would you know that you've fallen in love? And could being in love be confused with infatuation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;{miss sophisticated}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-8765668095934849973?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/8765668095934849973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=8765668095934849973' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/8765668095934849973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/8765668095934849973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-love-or-to-be-in-love.html' title='To Love or To Be In Love...'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-6293509483991878299</id><published>2008-12-14T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T10:22:04.730-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbianism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>I Know What Them Girls Like...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SUVLOP8d-pI/AAAAAAAAADg/NixaFiiv48g/s1600-h/lesbians.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279708846332181138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SUVLOP8d-pI/AAAAAAAAADg/NixaFiiv48g/s320/lesbians.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok so, i know blogs are personal but i wasn't sure how personal they should get but fuck it...if i'm going to let you into a piece of my life...why not ALL of it?? well, not ALL of it but enough for people to get to know me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, i'm not gonna sit here and say i'm gay...because i dont know WHAT i would do without sex with a male (i was gonna say penetration but females can do most that men can now a days) so i'll say "sex with a male". Yes, there are toys women can use and all that but there's nothing like the raw emotion and passion a man can give and i'm not willing to give that up AT ALL (especially with my sex partner now!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with that being said...i do find females attractive, most attractive creatures on this planet if you ask me. There's something about a woman that is sooo magnetic that makes me curious about her. Not all women (i dont really do Studs or AG's...whatever the term is this month) but i will definitely show my interest in a sexy ass Femme. Ok, let me not say "show my interest" because i'm as shy as they come (right now) but i will sit there and be curious about her (whoever she is at the time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure where the feelings came from...i'm not even sure that i even give a damn but shiiiiiit, i am a firm supporter of two females...or even two females and a dude. (havent had my first 3some yet...sigh...want one for my birthday though hehehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anywayz, this blog is really about me wondering where the hell this came from. I'll admit when i was younger i didnt quite understand Bisexuality...i used to say "either you like dick or you like pussy...you cant like both"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;needless to say, my views have changed and ummm...i like both (innocent smile). would i bring a girl home to moms? nope. but i will bring one home to "daddy" ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;crazy shit is, the more females i talk to, the more i find out are bi or just flat out gay. Is this like...an epidemic? or have people really been hiding their true sexuality all this time? I know damn well that lesbianism didnt start in the 20th century lol...nor did being gay or bisexual so where did all this stigma come from???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things have loosened up with shows like The L Word and the show about men that i forget the name of but did watch...and with downelink.com and Noah's Ark...like come on, why the fuck isn't shit just left alone now? why do jaws still drop when someone finds out a girl or guy is gay? and WHY is it ok for females to be lesbians and guys dont mind jerking off and watching or joining?? but when it comes to men theres still this big deal about their sexuality??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this blog is more just me venting and sharing a personal side of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i would like to know people's views on these things if you dont mind sharing.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Ms Simpson*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-6293509483991878299?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/6293509483991878299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=6293509483991878299' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/6293509483991878299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/6293509483991878299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-know-what-them-girls-like.html' title='I Know What Them Girls Like...'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SUVLOP8d-pI/AAAAAAAAADg/NixaFiiv48g/s72-c/lesbians.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-4491855123279868241</id><published>2008-12-12T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:56:56.150-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing mates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;code&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Is It Ok To Date The Ex Of A Friend??</title><content type='html'>i have a friend who came to me for advice. There is a female he really has an interest in...but she just so happens to be an ex of a close friend of his. He asked me if he would be wrong for going after her and expressing an interest in her. Lord knows i am terrible at relationship advice, which is probably why i am single lol...so i had NO clue what to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know there is a "code" about not dating the ex of a friend but ummmm...what exactly is the code? Is there a certain closeness you have to have with the person before it applies because i know some dudes who share females...and not just for sex (they actually date the same girls)...dont ask me, im just the messenger lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah...what the hell should i tell this dude? shit, i just want to know an answer for myself!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-4491855123279868241?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/4491855123279868241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=4491855123279868241' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/4491855123279868241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/4491855123279868241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-it-ok-to-date-ex-of-friend.html' title='Is It Ok To Date The Ex Of A Friend??'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-8814653898973061564</id><published>2008-12-10T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:47.315-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='looks vs. personality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preferences'/><title type='text'>Do You Know What You Want In A Mate???</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"i like nice eyes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"i love guys with nice bodies"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;"i hate it when females wear excessive amounts of make-up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"i'm attracted to light-skinned guys"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;everyone reading this blog has said something similar to one of these things, but is the person you describe as your preference really who you end up with??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;When i was younger i used to sit down and write lists of all the physical qualities that i'd want in my significant other. Some of them included that he be dark-skinned, have braids or a neat cut, be taller than me, know how to dress and that he have nice eyes and a nice smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;As i got older, my list changed EVERY single time. Something about my preferences ALWAYS changed and it made me think...does it really matter what our preferences are because no one really goes by them. If you were to ask me today what kind of guy i liked, my answer would be SO simple....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;one that makes me laugh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;no, that's not ALL i want in my mate but it is the single first thing that i am attracted to. i dont care how good you look and if you meet every single preference that i have...if our personalities clash, it's NOT gonna work out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;If you took every guy i used to date or deal with on a level deeper than sex...NONE of these guys would look the same...so do i really have a preference. Now that i'm getting older, my preferences seems to be very different. i find myself more attracted to light skinned guys, bald guys, taller guys. But if a dark skinned dude with dreds that was the same height as me had me cracking up the first time we met...i'm gonna give him a chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I'd much rather live my life full of meaningful convos, laughter and being able to relate to who i end up with in the long run...then to sit there and just have a nigga i can look at who has a nasty attitude and no respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;but trust...if i could combine BOTH...woooo weeee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i actually found someone who possessed all the INNER qualities i want in a man (&amp;amp; Lord knows he keeps me DYING LAUGHING)...as well as the OUTER beauty (because he is FINE!!)...just waiting for time and God to do their work ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;but anywho: &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Do you have any preferences?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If so, how long have you had them and have they ever changed?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Are looks or personality more important to you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Or are they both equally necessary in your relationships???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-8814653898973061564?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/8814653898973061564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=8814653898973061564' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/8814653898973061564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/8814653898973061564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-you-know-what-you-want-in-mate.html' title='Do You Know What You Want In A Mate???'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-6338307356089773357</id><published>2008-12-09T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:19:36.738-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oral sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='head'/><title type='text'>Open Wide</title><content type='html'>vulgar title...i know, but if i'm going to talk about "head", then i'm going to have to be a bit vulgar. i was sitting listening to a conversation on the train the other day between two girls. one of them happened to say out here mouth...LOUDLY...that she had, for the first time, given her man head. that's not what bothered me because i have NO clue how long she was with dude. the thing that got under my skin, was that the friend was downright disgusted with the idea of "head" altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna lie, i used to think giving head was the most foul thing on this earth and would break up with a dude before i even gave it a single thought. needless to say i was young then (not that i am old now) so i'll say, i was youngER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a days i am actually shocked that there are females OR MALES that do not support the cause of oral pleasure. in 2009 there are still people appauled by giving head. come on people...we have a black president now...its time for CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people may be disgusted by my POV but guess what...those are probably the same chicks that wonder why their man is tip toeing off in the middle of the night to "The Bitch That Will" (shamless plug for Real Talk, Real Women...Straight Understanding"...great blog btw). But yeah ladies, we gotta get with it!!! The overall idea of it may seem disgusting or revolting but i have never had a problem wanting to satisfy why i was with...and i havent had too many boyfriends who didn't like getting head. hell, i havent had any who didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO i am NOT saying to just go insert any erect oenis into your mouths ladies but at least hold your damn man or "situationship" down!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to my gentlemen...cause please believe you were not going to get by without being mentioned. how the hell are there guys who dont give head still??? i mean, you not even gonna try? there are dudes in this world that have perfected the art of giving head...and you havent even been in the region? so so crazy to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions: if you do give head, did you feel negatively about it before and changed your mind? or have you always been ok with it? If you dont, what are the reasons? Do you know any guys/ladies who still dont give head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel free to be anonymous...i know some are shy about this or dont want their business out there...i just really want some opinions on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ms Simpson*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-6338307356089773357?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/6338307356089773357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=6338307356089773357' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/6338307356089773357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/6338307356089773357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2008/12/open-wide.html' title='Open Wide'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-2614760386568487002</id><published>2008-12-08T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T10:02:21.854-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry slam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='come home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='open mic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Im Contemplating an Open Mic for Poetry...Should I Do It???</title><content type='html'>if my heart could speak it would say &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my next conversation i have with God, i have to praise Him because He made you.&lt;br /&gt;my guardian angel.&lt;br /&gt;my soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i finally found you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being around you maintains my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;amazes me the way your eyes put me in a daze.&lt;br /&gt;get &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt; inside your stare&lt;br /&gt;can picture the way you look at me with admiration&lt;br /&gt;even when you're not here&lt;br /&gt;but i dont&lt;br /&gt;because i look forward to seeing you face to face&lt;br /&gt;your love resides in a special place&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;strong&gt;my soul&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;never miss a day of prayer in an effort  to show God&lt;br /&gt;how thankful i am that you are here&lt;br /&gt;you really exist:&lt;br /&gt;the ying to my yang&lt;br /&gt;the right to all my wrongs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the perfect harmony to the most romantic love song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the answer to my deepest wish&lt;br /&gt;...to find a man who complimebts my existence...&lt;br /&gt;and who finds me a worthy additon to his.&lt;br /&gt;never been touched quite the way you do it&lt;br /&gt;your hands glide across my skin in search of my buried treasure&lt;br /&gt;hidden so deep&lt;br /&gt;even though others have tried to find it&lt;br /&gt;theres only &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; copy of the key&lt;br /&gt;the original i keep&lt;br /&gt;safe with me&lt;br /&gt;in case you leave&lt;br /&gt;in case of emergency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;that i'd have to open up my heart again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more than friends&lt;br /&gt;we have an &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;outer space&lt;/span&gt; connection&lt;br /&gt;if destiny means we are meant to be&lt;br /&gt;than that is what we will name our first daughter&lt;br /&gt;that way even if you leave&lt;br /&gt;she can still wake up next to me&lt;br /&gt;and remind me of my personal drug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;my ecstasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the man i gave my all to&lt;br /&gt;and the rest of me&lt;br /&gt;that way you will always be a part of my destiny&lt;br /&gt;cant bring myself to leave&lt;br /&gt;and i know you dont want me to&lt;br /&gt;what we share is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;cant be imitated&lt;br /&gt;so there will never be a repeat&lt;br /&gt;constantly taping brand new episodes&lt;br /&gt;our season has no chance for defeat&lt;br /&gt;your presence makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;your intellect runs sooo deep&lt;br /&gt;that i find it hard to speak when i'm around you&lt;br /&gt;like i &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt; all my words the day that i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you&lt;br /&gt;i never minded because it leaves me time to show you&lt;br /&gt;that i know you&lt;br /&gt;and knowing me&lt;br /&gt;i know we were meant to be my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;your essence is a blessing to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can feel love seeping through my pours&lt;br /&gt;leaking out my eyes&lt;br /&gt;heating my thighs when you're next to me&lt;br /&gt;my fingers forgot how to dial your number&lt;br /&gt;...i taught my pussy to call your phone&lt;br /&gt;because when she's lonely&lt;br /&gt;and me&lt;br /&gt;and what you own&lt;br /&gt;are alone&lt;br /&gt;the mere traces of where your kisses and hands were are enough to make me moan&lt;br /&gt;you are &lt;strong&gt;MY KING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt; ruler ti the castle&lt;br /&gt;you do what you need to protect it&lt;br /&gt;making sure it is never disrespected&lt;br /&gt;that why&lt;br /&gt;when you sit on your throne and look to your side&lt;br /&gt;i've never left it&lt;br /&gt;it gets lonely over here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sometimes i forget what keeps you from being there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im offering you my whole heart&lt;br /&gt;i refuse to keep one part of it&lt;br /&gt;it belongs to you&lt;br /&gt;i wake up in the morning after sleeping alone&lt;br /&gt;and my lips are moving on their own&lt;br /&gt;singing songs to you&lt;br /&gt;im not wrong for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; is absolutely right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from now on when you leave out of YOUR house&lt;br /&gt;no one else will enter your walls&lt;br /&gt;ill turn off the heat and cut the lights out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM YOURS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from this moment on&lt;br /&gt;if you ever doubt it&lt;br /&gt;ask me about it&lt;br /&gt;i have no problem standing on the roofs of buildings to shout it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm never giving up or letting go&lt;br /&gt;i just cant help but wonder&lt;br /&gt;when you'll finally find your way &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-2614760386568487002?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/2614760386568487002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=2614760386568487002' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/2614760386568487002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/2614760386568487002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-contemplating-open-mic-for.html' title='Im Contemplating an Open Mic for Poetry...Should I Do It???'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-3167749307588744986</id><published>2008-12-05T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:11:07.881-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='titles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='situationship'/><title type='text'>"Situationships"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/STmFH2MECCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WX-2D6AcLW0/s1600-h/situationship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276394808292935714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/STmFH2MECCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WX-2D6AcLW0/s320/situationship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES!! We get to another one of my FAVORITE topics..."situationships"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who dont know what a "situationship" is, i will give you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY definition for one...not anyone elses'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Situationship- &lt;em&gt;a relationship between two people that involves hanging out, affection, sex and feelings for one another WITHOUT a title involved. An agreement between two people to enjoy each other's company and time without being committed to one another. A situationship does not have to involve all of the aspects mentioned above...but it most definitely CANNOT involve a title of any sort.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhh, we finally get to talk about a subject that almost EVERYONE has a different opinion on!! And one thing i love is a good debate between the sexes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many times in my life have i had to put up with a guy saying he "doesnt want a title"...mind you i hardly ever ask for one lol but i guess they just thought they should let me know. So, as a female i have experienced a plethora of different "situationships" all that depended on the person i was dealing with. Some didn't involve sex, some didnt involve emotions and others involved everything a relationship would...without it actually being called a relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It can go both ways in the "situationship"...it can very well be the man pressing the woman (or whatever your preference) being together and putting a title on something. Whichever way it does go though...it still occurs very much. I've heard more and more of my friends saying they have a "boo" or a "FWB (friend with benefits) than i have heard them say they actually were in a committed relationship with someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i know everyone isnt going to just jump into something head first without getting to know someone. To me, that isnt where the "situationship" starts...that is a courtship. The "situationship" starts when you notice that you've been "dealing with" the same person for 1 yr+ and yall still havent even discussed being together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people are cool with that...at times i'm cool with it too...but what happens when one catches feelings and one doesnt? Where does the "situationship" go from there? And should these stipulations be discussed when you first enter into something...or after the person starts catching feelings??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Granted, i used to be the poster child for "situationships" because i have the mentality of a dude...or had. I liked to keep everyone as a "close friend" so that no one would think they had me as a girlfriend or anything of that sort. I still am an avid supporter of the "situationship", i just think its gotten a bit too...how can i put this?...wide spread for me lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My only real questions are (although you can answer any i have had during my brainstorm) is...what is YOUR definition of a "situationship" and how does it differ from an actual relationship to you? Have you ever been in one? And would you prefer a "situationship" over a relationship...and why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least...what would make you want to move from a "situationship" into a relationship? And vice versa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_Ms Simpson_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-3167749307588744986?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/3167749307588744986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=3167749307588744986' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/3167749307588744986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/3167749307588744986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2008/12/situationships.html' title='&quot;Situationships&quot;'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/STmFH2MECCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WX-2D6AcLW0/s72-c/situationship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-5296337553474126165</id><published>2008-12-05T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T10:37:52.734-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gold-digger'/><title type='text'>Now I aint sayin' she a gold digger...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll150/thierry_adj/Gold-Digger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 266px; height: 148px;" alt="" src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll150/thierry_adj/Gold-Digger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I aint saying she a gold digger&lt;br /&gt;But she aint messing with no broke nigga!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, Kanye &amp;amp; Jamie Foxx had a great concept when coming up with this song because yes, in this world, what woman (or even man) do you kno wanna be involved with a broke nigga? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now what is a gold-digger? The world would describe this person as being someone that’s full of greed. Only out for personal gain to get all that they can get from that person of the "baller status". Some of these females tend to "get off" at the man in the club, flashing their cash at the bar just because they can buy them drinks. But what these chicks don’t kno is that most of these guys do this just to get the attention from them. Its basically a two-way street in this situation, guys flash their money cuz they kno the "gold diggers" will flock so they can basically get their own rocks off later that night. So this should make you think ladies… Just as much as you’re using them, they are playing your ass right back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when my friends would always sing the infamous chorus of Kanye’s song to me because it just so happened that most of the guys I’ve dealt with had money. But I’m not the type that would go out to the club or wherever to seek out the nigga with the biggest cash roll in his pocket. I’ve actually been in relationships where the guy didn’t have much and was trying to work towards something in his life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This brings me to my next point… Coal-Diggers. A friend of mine wrote a note on facebook about the whole topic of gold-diggers vs. coal diggers. She believed that coal was a good example because coal may not be that appealing to the eye but coal gets the job down. Coal can keep a house warm, coal can heat up a stove, coal can keep the train moving! And I have to totally agree, money doesn’t appeal to my senses. If you have it, that’s great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way the economy is now, you can lose money quicker than you’ve gain it. So, of course, when and if that time comes, a woman should still be willing to stand by her man during that time because yes, hard times will come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes it just so happens that God has blessed with someone who actually on that "baller status" but did I kno this before we were involved? No. And just because I know he’s practically a damn millionaire, would my attitude change towards him? No, because he’s just a regular dude and carries himself that way. And if he were to lose it all today, I'd still be right by his side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you dont have all the "gold" its okay because coal can withstand pressure and with enough pressure, it can become a diamond and in my book, a diamond is worth way more than gold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don’t kno what questions to ask for this topic for you guys. It was just something that has ran across my mind over a conversation that I had a few days ago. But what are your thoughts on it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-5296337553474126165?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/5296337553474126165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=5296337553474126165' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/5296337553474126165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/5296337553474126165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2008/12/now-i-aint-sayin-she-gold-digger.html' title='Now I aint sayin&apos; she a gold digger...'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-6667429612346336138</id><published>2008-12-02T12:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T12:59:09.993-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nicknames'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cell phones'/><title type='text'>Also Known As......</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i have a little story to tell that will get a laugh out of you AND lead me into this next blog topic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have a friend who was dating a guy for a couple of months and things started getting a little serious. one day she is randomly looking through his phone and sees that there is someone saved in it as "wifey". she approaches the guy with this and his response is....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ohhh her? thats Wifey (which he pronounced We-Fay), my African friend"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wooooooooow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so my homegirl laughs (at him) and goes on to tell him to call her so that she can know that he is telling the truth and his response is...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"it wouldnt make any sense...she doesnt speak english"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes, yes people...this is a true to life story and it really did happen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that brings me to my blog topic...&lt;br /&gt;the names that people save people as in their phone...either to deviate a snooping significant other or to remember who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that every male i have talked to has this strange "male trait" to save females in their phone under a special name to remember who they are?? what ever happened to the days of matching a voice or a face to a name. i know alot of people have similar name...but come on now...whats REALLY going on??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some might not yet understand what i mean, so i will give a better example. my co-writer for this blog happens to have a HUGE backside...so maybe a dude would save her in their phone as "Big Booty Rita" or "Rita Stallion" or some crazy shit like "Rita BA (as in Big Ass)...sorry Serita...love you dearly but your ass is huge!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where did this crazy tradition of the nickname transpire??&lt;br /&gt;because i am honest on this blog, i will admit that i have put a few codes in my phone to remember who some people were...but they were not nearly as drastic as some of the things i have seen!!! If i meet someone at, lets say, Strata...i use to put in my phone (Arthur STRATA) and thats pretty much common sense. I looked through a male friends phone and saw all types of asterix and exclamation points and im just lost as all hell!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what does it all meaaaaann????????????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, because this is not such a large topic, ill break my questions up for the sexes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys (feel free to answer anonymously as to not 'blow your cover'lol):&lt;br /&gt;What codes for females do you keep in your phone?  Any special symbols or characters that differenciate the 'hoe' from the 'housewife'?? What made you start using specific codes or different names for people? (that is if you do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies (you can answer anonymously too):&lt;br /&gt;Being that ive seen this done more with males...have you ever discovered any codes in a phone? What do you think you may be saved as in some guys you know phone?? Do YOU keep special codes for the guys/girls you meet??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Sexes:&lt;br /&gt;Ever saved someone under a completely different name (i.e. your side boo Tracy being saved as "T Dot" or "Trey")???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET ME KNOW PEOPLE! :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ms Simpson*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-6667429612346336138?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/6667429612346336138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=6667429612346336138' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/6667429612346336138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/6667429612346336138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2008/12/also-known-as.html' title='Also Known As......'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-8222354751508069979</id><published>2008-11-30T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T06:13:14.450-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compromise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long distance relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Long distance relationships: Fail-proof formula?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f5/skanklicious/Long_distance_relationship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f5/skanklicious/Long_distance_relationship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;People ask me all the time, “How can you handle being with someone who lives so far away from you?” The answer, I guess, is simple: I love him. There’s no better explanation, and that’s what I tell everyone. I've been in three long distance relationships (well one was when I was engaged to someone in the Navy so you know how that goes lol), and currently in one now. You would think that by the first three not working out I would have learned my lesson &amp;amp; to avoid getting involved with the current. Well, I can't change the path that God has for my life. And to be honest, I couldn’t imagine life any other way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Most people will find it difficult to comprehend why I’ve made these choices. Why be in a long distance relationship? The answer is actually quite simple. Nobody wants to be in a long distance relationship. We all want to be close to our partners, but sometimes circumstances are beyond our control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;People tell me that long distance relationship do not work. They tell me that over time the relationship will fade. They tell me that long distance relationships fail because of factors like the lack of trust, lack of commitment and the obvious fact that partners cannot see each other. How can they expect me to believe it when I have been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;living&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it for years? While I do agree that most long distance relationships cannot work, I also believe that they can work if couples want it to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;I am sure there have been many talks on what makes a long distance relationship work. I cannot truly say that there is a fail-proof formula. Sometimes people have the best of intentions, they work hard on making their relationship work. But ultimately, the relationship falls apart and they cannot understand why. Truthfully, I don’t know either. I’m not sure why one relationship works and why another does not. But I am a strong believer in commitment, communication, and COMPROMISE. If we have these in the relationship, then all else will fall into place. But that is just my view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms"&gt;I’d like to believe that faith is another part of the formula in making long distance relationships work. No, I don’t mean faith in a divine being. I mean faith in your own abilities and your own belief that the relationship will work. When you begin to doubt whether the relationship will work or not, most of the time you will find it won’t work. Having faith in your commitment as a couple to make your relationship work is invaluable. It also proves how confident you are of your relationship and it’s abilities to withstand obstacles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;But people will continue to say that long distance relationships do not work. And I will continue to prove them wrong. Ultimately, there are no fail-proof formulas to ensure that long distance relationships work. As a couple, you need to find the right formula between yourselves. With that being said, I believe that communication, commitment, and a whole lot of compromise sprinkled with a little faith can work wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I laugh at people who complain about having not seen their boyfriends/girlfriends in a few days, or even a few weeks. I don’t laugh to be offensive. I just find it funny. Because this is something i've endured for awhile and as the saying goes: "Absense makes the heart grow fonder.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; I'm sure I'm probably alone on this topic but what's your view on it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;*Miss Sophisticated*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-8222354751508069979?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/8222354751508069979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=8222354751508069979' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/8222354751508069979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/8222354751508069979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2008/11/long-distance-relationships-fail-proof.html' title='Long distance relationships: Fail-proof formula?'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-8181758659344445370</id><published>2008-11-27T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T11:21:14.606-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friend'/><title type='text'>Sharing Is Caring...Right??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SS7zCMnwCnI/AAAAAAAAACs/j9EhGelpTNE/s1600-h/threescompany3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273419432770669170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SS7zCMnwCnI/AAAAAAAAACs/j9EhGelpTNE/s320/threescompany3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had the idea for a WHOOOOLE different blog in mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have a friend in need of SERIOUS words of advice/encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane Doe: Ok, i was dating this dude on and off for about a year. Shit, i cant even say on and off because after while, we just developed one of those "relationship without the title" type of things. A "situationship" for lack of a better word. We had fallen in love (which i now know was only going on in my half of the relationship), but yeah, we fell in love and things were...ok. There was always some drama going on or some issue with another females, or him thinking i was fucking with another dude. After our official break up, we both "did us" to a certain extent. We still always found our way back to each other though. Somehow, we always found our way back.So anyways, the dude was a singer and trying to get a deal and wanted to find a female singer to do a song with. I, being the helpful person i am, knew how much his music meant to him and suggested my best friend since the sixth grade. She has always loved singing and wanted to get into the business herself...so my first logical thought, was to hook them up. Little did i kno that some people take the term "hook up" waaay too far. So, i recently find out that they messed around the day they were scheduled to work on the song. Crazy thing is, there was a moment when i couldn't get in touch with either party and both phones werent being answered. I got this feeling in the pit of my stomach &amp;amp; in my heart, that something was going on. When i bought it up, BOTH parties tried to make me feel bad with a whole bunch of "what kinda person do you think i am?" and even some "how could you even say that? im hurt you would think of me in that way".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY RIGHT??? So I find this out and i'm just at a loss for words. Yes, i have been with other people since the break up but...........MY BEST FRIEND??????? I've done some fooooooooul things to people but this takes the cake over anything I've done, or even thought about doing. Then, after all this, something in my mind (or maybe that was my heart) stops and says "i still want to be with him". I know, I know ladies...you are ashamed of me already and trust, i was just as ashamed of myself. I do not know what made that thought come about but my mind quickly stepped in (so yeah, that must have been my heart before) because my mind quickly stepped in and said "BITCH IS YOU CRAZY???" I guess I just want to know if anyone has been int his situation before. What did you do? How did you feel? How would you have handled it if it was you? What do you think of him? Of her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...thats her issue. Soooo...yeah. Any feedback?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_Ms Simpson_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-8181758659344445370?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/8181758659344445370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=8181758659344445370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/8181758659344445370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/8181758659344445370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2008/11/sharing-is-caringright_27.html' title='Sharing Is Caring...Right??'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SS7zCMnwCnI/AAAAAAAAACs/j9EhGelpTNE/s72-c/threescompany3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-1513530256445405089</id><published>2008-11-27T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T08:34:52.984-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet dating'/><title type='text'>MySpace Jumpoff???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SS7LnzojdmI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y-edojY9OZ4/s1600-h/anykey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273376098433070690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SS7LnzojdmI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y-edojY9OZ4/s320/anykey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Meeting people through the internet (AIM, MySpace, Facebook, CrushSpot, Downelink, etc, etc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ok, i was given this topic from another person but, i think it is a very valid and interesting topic so i chose to write about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;How many of us have met someone else of interest through a website before??? I'm not gonna sit here and lie and say i havent when i have lol. mind you this is someone i spoke to on and off for about 5 years before we actually, physically met. did i still feel awkward about it? HELL YEAH! he wasnt a psycho though...coincidentally i fell in love with my internet lover (lol) and we had a very good relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;did i always feel this way about meeting people online?? NOPE! i used to be scared like shit to even talk about meeting people from the net. all these crazy stories and news reports of people being "slain" by their internet stalker. shiiiiiit, hell yeah i used to be afraid! perhaps thats why i spoke to one person 5 years before i met them. had to make sure those pics were constantly changing and that this was a normal person...feel me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;but after a while i got attacked with spam from all these dating websites (who i wont mention by name through fear of some type of copyright infringement). i guess it made me a bit more comfortable that there were websites springing up dedicated strictly to dating. no, i never joined one because well, im against having to give my credit card info so that you can "find me love" but it did make everything sit easier with me knowing that there are SO many people meeting and dating off the net, that they dedicated quite a few websites to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i still dont sit and meet any old body from offline. i think altogether maybe i met 3 people off the net..and one was a female so im not sure if that counts lol. i'm still not a supporter of internet dating but i dont think it should illegal or anything. im not afraid that i'd get chopped up or anything but someones mental stability definitely cannot be judged from their "net personality"...so idk. i know if i was against meeting people online, i never would have met my ex...so im glad i changed my views.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER MET ANYONE OFF THE INTERNET? IF SO, HOW DID THAT WORK OUT FOR YOU? IF NOT, WHAT STOPPED YOU FROM DOING SO?? DOES THIS STILL HAVE THE SAME STIGMA IT DID BEFORE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;-Ms Simpson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-1513530256445405089?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/1513530256445405089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=1513530256445405089' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/1513530256445405089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/1513530256445405089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2008/11/myspace-jumpoff.html' title='MySpace Jumpoff???'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SS7LnzojdmI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y-edojY9OZ4/s72-c/anykey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-3244274005514830712</id><published>2008-11-26T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:33:00.257-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beyonce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>should he REALLY put a ring on it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SS2G-g0wNLI/AAAAAAAAACc/4eJFybuEqRE/s1600-h/engagement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273019147241927858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SS2G-g0wNLI/AAAAAAAAACc/4eJFybuEqRE/s200/engagement.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Cuz if you liked it then you should have put a ring on it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t be mad once you see that he want it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a song that FROM DAY ONE has annoyed me to the pit of my soul. I've had many debates with my friends about this song because yes, the public has truly ruined this song for me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now on with the topic at hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know the routine, we all know that if he liked it he should of put a ring on it and perhaps he is tight that somebody else got it…but let’s be real here ladies. Not every song plays to your favor, once again we have an anthem that convinces EVERY female that they are worthy of something that most aren’t. Most females truly believe they are a total packaged deal &amp;amp; ready to be snatched off the shelf with no assembly required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They need a quick reality check...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;However, &lt;/em&gt;the previous (or current) may not have "put a ring on it" because certain things must be in place before a MAN pops that question. Ironically, in life all those things will never be in place at the SAME time, so it is up to you to determine when is right. That does not mean putting a time limit on your relationship ladies with a pressured expiration date…some relationships stand no grounds for marriage &amp;amp; it’s pretty obvious when it doesn’t stand a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before dropping down low &amp;amp; sweeping the floor with it… turn &amp;amp; ask why he didn’t put a ring on it? Take a look in the mirror &amp;amp; ask yourself am I marriage worthy? Understand that there is no such thing as PERFECTION and if that man loves you unconditionally &amp;amp; you feel as though you can grow old with this person, then maybe you'll be worthy of that ring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I dont think I'm perfect and I believe the reason why I strongly resent this song is that females are running around in the clubs or wherever they are, singing this song thinking its the GOSPEL. Okay I understand Beyonce is tryna throw it in her ex's face (whomever he is) that Jay-Z has put a ring on her finger. Much kudos to her. I'm happy for her. But it doesn't give every woman on this earth the right to prance around and think they need to sing this song when in most cases... THEY DONT EVEN HAVE A RING ON THEIR FINGER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(and in another sense, she's stating all the single ladies... that should tell you something also. If you shouting this song AND you're single... You need to re-evaluate what went wrong in that relationship &amp;amp; try not to do it again)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it seems like I was ranting and raving but this has just been a topic on my mind and being as though I'm NOT single.. I can't really relate to this song.. lol. I'm sure one day the man I'm in love with will put a ring on it but i'm in NO rush. If its in God's plan for it to happen... It will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's Your Opinion on it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Miss Sophisticated*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-3244274005514830712?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/3244274005514830712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=3244274005514830712' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/3244274005514830712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/3244274005514830712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2008/11/should-he-really-put-ring-on-it.html' title='should he REALLY put a ring on it?'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SS2G-g0wNLI/AAAAAAAAACc/4eJFybuEqRE/s72-c/engagement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-6971650676300744916</id><published>2008-11-24T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:44:46.882-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lies'/><title type='text'>Foolin' Us With Trickery</title><content type='html'>so, a topic came up between my homegirls and myself. we were disussing males in general...and then we got to the topic of having sex with someone for the first time. somewhere within that convo a friend bought up the fact that alot of males do this crazy switch up after they "reach their goal", for lack of a better term.&lt;br /&gt;Its a wide spread epidemic...the guy who is extremely sweet and flattering and does and says whatever he needs to say to get in them draws!!! You get phone calls, texts, chill, spend time, go out, crack jokes...all so that these guys can "reach their goal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally one day...you let your guard down. So here you are, sitting there next to each other knowing what is about to go down and fully aware of what you're about to do. Everything starts off normally and then things get a little hot &amp;amp; heavy. You're not thinking anything of it because you've made this guy wait months to even smell your scent &amp;amp; he still stuck around...so why would he change up now...right? riiiiiiiight. What was supposed to happen...happens and you head home with the inevitable thought of...&lt;br /&gt;what now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then...&lt;br /&gt;things gradually start changing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the same guy that used to go out of his way to speak or say something sweet...suddenly stops hitting you up. all the extra things that used to be done are now a thing of the past. the "nice guy" quickly becomes the "bad guy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me insert these very important words in this paragraph...i am a firm believer that MOST women, if not all, can get dick from anywhere. Excuse my bluntness in that statement but i didn't know how else to put that because if you're a female who has a pussy and showers daily...then you're good as far as finding a dude to sleep with. I'm NOT saying go sleep with any and every guy...just supporting a statement with facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is it about pussy that makes guys fall back after the fact? I'm thinking that if a guy waits that long for sex, he'd want it more than once. That switch turns females off (or maybe thats just me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, i'm more appreciative of honesty. If you're just trying to have sex, say that...not saying it will happen but at least there would be no lies, assumptions or miscommunications. Im all for the thrill of the chase...but why do all that when all you want is ass? There are plenty of "ladies" willing to give ass up quickly (&amp;amp; they make themselves know most of the time)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess our real question was why do guys give off the appearance of actual interest when it is really about sex. Especially if we as females bring up the fact that they dont feel like dealing with the dude who's only around for ass. Especially if we as females show a general interest in the guy. There are females who put themselves out there as a "sex toy"...why not do this with them and leave the girls who want more than sex to the guys who want more than sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some thoughts that my girls and i had...another thing that made us go hmmmm lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-6971650676300744916?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/6971650676300744916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=6971650676300744916' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/6971650676300744916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/6971650676300744916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-topic-came-up-between-my-homegirls.html' title='Foolin&apos; Us With Trickery'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-5846643041997639141</id><published>2008-11-20T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T13:14:36.351-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedroom'/><title type='text'>Let's Talk About Sex...FINALLY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SSXSivaWh3I/AAAAAAAAACM/hUyklwO0qOU/s1600-h/kamasutra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270850433191413618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SSXSivaWh3I/AAAAAAAAACM/hUyklwO0qOU/s400/kamasutra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna make this pretty short and sweet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm NEVER one to just go around tooting my own horn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(well maybe just one toot here and there)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i am a female who enjoys and is very passionate about sex...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;being things way brings up alot of questions about sex that i would like answered...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's just that no one ever really keeps it real about sex anymore :-\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i'm hoping i can ask these questions on here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and someone can clarify a few things for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i do NOT believe in this thing called "bad sex"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i'm just trying to figure some things out real quick..............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had so many female friends dissatisfied with their mate and come back with SO many stories about what went wrong. Same thing with my male friends. Then, on the flip side, i've heard both sexes come back with stories about how spectacular the sex was and...what went right. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've heard guys say they hated the sex because all the girl did was lay there. And I've heard females say the same. I myself find it hard to have sex of any sort if there is no kissing involved. Makes me feel very seperated from the actual act, like there's no passion involved. And one thing i refuse to be lacking during sex................is passion. Makes it all so drab and boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i reeeeeallly got into what i liked about sex...it would look something like this. I like a man who likes being in a poition of power in the bedroom. He knows exactly how to initiate things with me and exactly how to end things. Someone who has that power but also enjoys when i take over and do what i do. A man who pulls hair, bites, grabs, throws...all that. A man that knows his way around a females body WITHOUT directions and doesnt expect anything he doesnt give in the bedroom. Smoking also greeeatly inhances any sexual experience i have because my body is in a sensitive state after i smoke. drinking is ok, but sex while being toooo drunk gets sloppy and too much to deal with. I like unspoken communication. To be able to look at my partner and know what to do without a word being uttered. I like when a guy can be rough but not be trying to destroy my insides at the same time. Someone who could look at me and make me feel wanted...and at the same time look at me and know that they are wanted just as much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty much saying that i like passion in the bedroom. That is what turns me on and what keeps me coming back (if i come back). I know it's not the same for everyone though so i want to hear other opinions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What makes someone your "best "partner? Is it some type of connection you have to have for sex to be good? And if your sex is just good and you know what you're doing...then how can sex be bad with....anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What turns guys on during sex? What specific things do men like done to them? Or what things do men like about sex period? Is there a certain way that you want your partner to be sexually? What type of sexual personality do you have? Does it matter of the sex is good or not? Are females vaginas really that different? What makes one better than another?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What turns females on during sex? What things have to happen in the bedroom (or bathroom, livingroom, club, whatever...) for sex to be good for you? What things do you specifically like about sex? What makes it "good" or "bad" or "memorable" even? What should a woman/man NOT do in the bedroom? What makes you "go back for more"??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, so much for short and sweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-5846643041997639141?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/5846643041997639141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=5846643041997639141' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/5846643041997639141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/5846643041997639141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2008/11/lets-talk-about-sexfinally.html' title='Let&apos;s Talk About Sex...FINALLY!!!'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SSXSivaWh3I/AAAAAAAAACM/hUyklwO0qOU/s72-c/kamasutra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-864806191656154341</id><published>2008-11-19T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:25:07.728-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suggestions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='topics'/><title type='text'>suggestions for topics that interest you???</title><content type='html'>i deep into my school work right now so i wasnt able and wont be able to post anything today due to lack of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do want to know if there are any topics of interest refering to relationships that any of our readers would like addressed? any personal situations you need an opinion or second view about?? let us know and we will make it happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not, stayed tuned for the next blog on my favorite steamy topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-864806191656154341?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/864806191656154341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=864806191656154341' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/864806191656154341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/864806191656154341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2008/11/suggestions-for-topics-that-interest.html' title='suggestions for topics that interest you???'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-2867137692930207329</id><published>2008-11-18T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:27:09.546-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>i've changed for you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How much should one change in order to make the relationship work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a question I’ve asked myself alot because in most of my relationships, I try to “adapt” to my surroundings to make things work without changing much of what makes me… ME. This can be rather tough to do because, of course, everyone you encounter will be different. So, you have to adjust the whole approach as to “how will I deal with this person to keep both of us happy?” or “what will I do different from my last relationship?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With me… I’m as stubborn as a mule but yet I’ve catered to every boyfriend that I’ve had if he was worthy of it. But in this case, I feel as though I’m lost within myself as to how much I’ve changed for this person… And now its starting to bug me a bit. Don’t get me wrong, I’m in love with the man I’m dealing with but yet I feel as though I’ve lost a sense of self in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me break it down a bit…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m the type of woman that is what we call that “ride or die” chick. I’ll stand beside my man through thick &amp;amp; thin. And I’ve done so in ALL of my relationships. But this relationship is sooo different. I find myself changing things that I normally wouldn’t give a shit about in any other situation, like going to the clubs and hanging out like I usually do (I’ve like stopped that completely). And I find myself saying yes because I’m somewhat afraid of what might happen if I say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been told I’m a strong individual but in my opinion, I believe right now my strength has turned into my weakness. I give my all to make my other half happy. But in the same sense, I’d hope he’d do the same for me. I’ve been taken advantage of so many times before so I’d hope in this case, I’m not being made out to be a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’m overreacting, who knows…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just a thought that had came to me during a brief discussion with my significant other. And it just hit me like damn, I’ve changed ALOT in this relationship and maybe I need to cut back on it or just need to have a serious sit down talk with him about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure I’m not the only one who has been through this and its somewhat crazy because I know a lot of people believe that they need to stay the same in every relationship &amp;amp; think that it will work out. I must say you’re so wrong…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my question is…&lt;br /&gt;How much are you willing to change for your significant other? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-2867137692930207329?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/2867137692930207329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=2867137692930207329' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/2867137692930207329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/2867137692930207329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-changed-for-you.html' title='i&apos;ve changed for you...'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-8900167592616052708</id><published>2008-11-17T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:54:31.878-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reformation'/><title type='text'>Cheating...Part 2 (Once a Cheater, Always a Cheater??)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SSIuWpG4TRI/AAAAAAAAABU/5kMsYTBozGE/s1600-h/coupleargue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269825480503610642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SSIuWpG4TRI/AAAAAAAAABU/5kMsYTBozGE/s320/coupleargue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This stems from my last blog about cheating (hence the part 2 lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that eveyrone has declared their stand on what cheating is...I'm going to take a little spin on it...I want to make a blind assumption, go out on a limb, and say that almost everyone has cheated before in some form. Whether it was emotional, physical, or even mental, everyone has done some form of cheating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you to be considered a cheater forever? Have you changed? Will it stay that way? If you've never cheated...(congrats)...and do you feel like a cheater can be reformed???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to be completely honest, i've only been faithful in one relationship in my entire life. I either wasn't satisfied with how i was being treated, wasn't satisfied sexually, or just didn't care! My last relationship though, is when i remained faithful, even after being cheated on. That's why it stands out so much to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After having been a faithful cheater...(crazy way to word that right?)...but yes, after being a faithful cheather, i found someone who i wanted to solely be with emotionally, physically, mentally and sexually.Most females in my position would have either left or cheated...but i did neither. Something inside me wanted to keep my word to myself and to him. Do i feel like since i was cheated on anyway that it was in vain? HELL NO! I know now that the saying is SO far from being true.I was once a cheater and for that relationship, i made a major change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i cheat in a relationship in the future...will that count as me "always" being a cheater? I dont know &amp;amp; wont get to find out either...My philosophy now is to either keep it real and say I'm not satisfied and want to see other people or just leave the relationship. either way i would not be cheating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;now that i've been completely faithful to someone, it feels GOOD to say/know that i can do it. plus, the feeling of knowing that i haven't shared myself with anyone and any way...i never want that feeling taken from me again. It felt great to not have to lie. Even if my truth wasnt accepted by him didnt matter, bc i had no feelings of guilt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So do i think that if you've cheated that you'll always be that way? NOPE. unless you never find that one person that gets into your heart deep enough to make you WANT to be faithful. It will only happen if you want it to. I wanted to be able to tell the man i was with that he's the only man ive been with since we got together...and i was finally able to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what do you think? Am i still a cheater? Know any reformed cheaters? Are you a reformed cheater? How did you come about changing? If you still cheat...why? And do you think you could be faithful?WILL A CHEATER ALWAYS CHEAT????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-8900167592616052708?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/8900167592616052708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=8900167592616052708' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/8900167592616052708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/8900167592616052708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2008/11/cheatingpart-2-once-cheater-always_17.html' title='Cheating...Part 2 (Once a Cheater, Always a Cheater??)'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SSIuWpG4TRI/AAAAAAAAABU/5kMsYTBozGE/s72-c/coupleargue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-6251867048203178927</id><published>2008-11-16T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T10:06:58.773-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheating'/><title type='text'>Cheating...Part 1 (yes, there have to be parts for this)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SSBglaXOelI/AAAAAAAAABA/yiGKjGx5q8c/s1600-h/cheating-wife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269317759871646290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SSBglaXOelI/AAAAAAAAABA/yiGKjGx5q8c/s320/cheating-wife.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT DO YOU CONSIDER CHEATING???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have plenty of friends who have been cheated on...and plenty more who have cheated. some of them feel like the things they did, did not constitute cheating...while others knew they were dead wrong for what they had done.&lt;br /&gt;...i even have met a TON of guys who feel like they didnt cheat bc they had an arguement with their woman/man and didnt speak for less than a day, so they felt it was ok to do them...and then said they didnt cheat because them and their mate werent together for those few hours (still havent gotten a grasp on that one...bc if we havent mutually decided that we arent together, an arguement does NOT justify cheating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then that poses the question of what exactly cheating is. when is it considered cheating? what things constitute a cheater?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most people have this odd thought in their head that cheating is ONLY when you actually have sexual intercourse with another person.&lt;br /&gt;NO NO NO NO NO!!! You've GOT to be kidding me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheating can relate to sex (oral, anal, vaginal), kissing, sexual touching, spending time...all of that. yes, giving someone else your intimate time...is cheating. i personally would be more upset if i found out my significant other was spending time with another woman, rather than just fucking her. spending time means your heart is cheating on me...fucking means its just your dick thats cheating...and in a relationship...your heart would mean way more to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think men and women cheat differently honestly. men usually always go for the sex...for whatever reason. as women will go for the time (usually time and attention they arent getting in their own relationship).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, they are both wrong but do other people consider spending time with someone else and gaining an intimate interest in someone else cheating?? would you be more upset if you found out that your mate was having sex with someone else? or if they were spending time with and getting to know someone else on the level that they know you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT EXACTLY DO YOU PERSONALLY CONSIDER CHEATING???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-6251867048203178927?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/6251867048203178927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=6251867048203178927' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/6251867048203178927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/6251867048203178927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2008/11/cheatingpart-1-yes-there-have-to-be.html' title='Cheating...Part 1 (yes, there have to be parts for this)'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SSBglaXOelI/AAAAAAAAABA/yiGKjGx5q8c/s72-c/cheating-wife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-1452197710787069518</id><published>2008-11-13T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:14:13.571-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='want'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='need'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='need vs love'/><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU   vs.  I NEED YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SRxzU4-NPPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/c0-b9nfzOek/s1600-h/Jazmine_Sullivan_album_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268212466844515570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SRxzU4-NPPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/c0-b9nfzOek/s200/Jazmine_Sullivan_album_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;here are some definitions of "LOVE":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. sexual passion or desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4. sexual intercourse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and here are some definitions of "NEED":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. a requirement, necessary duty or obligation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. a lack of something wanted or deemed necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. urgent want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4. to be necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(all definitions taken from dictionary.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;this topic was bought up in one of my classes that to need someone is stronger than simply loving them. the girl explained that when you love someone it is just a feeling that can pass...but needing someone is to not be able to live without them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hearing that made me think and it certainly made sense to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i have told a number of people i used to date that i loved them...and i meant it because i did hold a certain amount of love for them in my heart. i didnt need any of them though...or else they would still be here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;at the same time, i tell my family members everyday that i love them...i also feel that i need them too though. idk what i would do without these people in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;have you ever had anyone else besides your family in your life that you need? i'm not sure that i do. :-\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i slipped up in my last relationship before this one that just ended and told my ex that i needed him. at times it felt that way because we were living together and doing everything together. when we broke up i cried day in and day out, thinking my life was over and that i couldnt go on another day (funny how i said that each passing day tho lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;now that he is gone...well, i still breathe and have all my senses, i'm still walking and talking the same (perhaps with a slightly improved maturity) but everything is the same. i didnt need him, i lived without him after we broke up. didnt even keep him as a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the relationship i just got out of...omg, i love this man to death...i damn sure do! he has changed my life for the better, even with the drama we had involved with us. i feel like i need him in my life, even as just a friend. everytime we try to go our seperate ways...SOMETHING brings us right right back. even if its a long amount of time, by some devine power or connection, this man and i cannot stay apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i cant sit and say that i would die without him, because no one would die just because someone isnt in there life anymore (unless you're like a siamese twin or something). i can say though, that if we did get to a point where we didnt speak again...i think i would feel a void or an emptiness inside me for a very long time, if not forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;on the flip side tho, i've heard of older couples that, when one dies, the other one isnt too far behind because they just couldnt bear to live without their mate, like life just wasnt worth it without them. i want that type of love...i want to experience that and in some ways...if i was older and in this same situation, it might be that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;there are also cases where people have someone in their life soo long, that they feel like they cant live without them...but do they really know that? if it hasnt EVER been tested and they've never been apart...well, how would they know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;if i was with someone who i grew to love, fell in love with and wanted to marry...i think that is the point of me needing someone. when i feel as though i want to spend the rest of my days on this earth with a specific person, then and only then will i consider the notion that i NEED someone in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;people NEED water, oxygen, food, and good health to live. some survive without having any family even so idk. its a very touchy topic because if you tell someone you dont need them in your life, they get offended...when in all actuality, they probably dont need you in theirs either!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i feel like everyone has felt this way at one point...but did it hold true? did you die without that person in your life? or did you just hurt for a while? do you have someone in your life now that you feel you couldn't love without? if so, why do you feel that way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;IS IT POSSIBLE TO SAY YOU LOVE/ARE IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE IF YOU DONT NEED THEM???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-1452197710787069518?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/1452197710787069518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=1452197710787069518' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/1452197710787069518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/1452197710787069518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-you-vs-i-need-you.html' title='I LOVE YOU   vs.  I NEED YOU'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SRxzU4-NPPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/c0-b9nfzOek/s72-c/Jazmine_Sullivan_album_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-4790326463595383438</id><published>2008-11-12T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T09:49:03.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exs'/><title type='text'>Ex In Your Sex</title><content type='html'>Can be read on &lt;a href="http://www.thesituationship.com/"&gt;http://www.thesituationship.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-4790326463595383438?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/4790326463595383438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=4790326463595383438' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/4790326463595383438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/4790326463595383438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2008/11/ex-in-your-sex.html' title='Ex In Your Sex'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-4268503842792584450</id><published>2008-11-11T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T09:48:28.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man vs woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Fight The Power???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;Can be read on &lt;a href="http://www.thesituationship.com/"&gt;http://www.thesituationship.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-4268503842792584450?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/4268503842792584450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=4268503842792584450' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/4268503842792584450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/4268503842792584450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2008/11/fight-power.html' title='Fight The Power???'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-7640206921771580747</id><published>2008-11-11T10:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:45:00.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>brain fart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SRuwxwHEkqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/RRZuTxCBWKE/s1600-h/opera10.24me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267998557914567330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SRuwxwHEkqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/RRZuTxCBWKE/s320/opera10.24me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;well, i have NO idea what to write about right now because my mind is in sooo many places at the time. im confsued about alot...but my new motto is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fix it or forget it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've been doing pretty good with that. if a situation cant be fixed...then im not gonna complain about it. if it can be...then im gonna fix it...&lt;br /&gt;or forget it. feel me? lol...i know you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many blogs i had in mind to write. so many ideas i need to get on paper (or keyboard lol) its just that now...my thoughts are all confused...im all frazzled lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many people sit and think living my life is easy and stress free...i just wish they knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"got everybody watching what i do...come walk in my shoes...and see the way im living if you REALLY want to..."&lt;br /&gt;and thats why that is my favorite song out right now&lt;br /&gt;T.I. ft. Rihanna for those who dont really own a radio lol...&lt;br /&gt;or frequently listen to music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music is my escape though. i sometimes wish i knew how to sing or rhyme because i'd be able to release all my emotions through songs. and people would understand what i'm saying and relate. it's like, when i talk now...no1 pays attention to what i'm saying. you put a rapper or singer on a track saying the saaame things over a nice beat...&lt;br /&gt;and they have a hit on their hands because well...&lt;br /&gt;everyone can relate to it.&lt;br /&gt;crazy right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, it always bothered me when people who had singing voices or any talent for that matter, didnt want to follow through with it. when you're blessed with a gift that not just ANYONE can have...i feel like you should use it at any moment you can. just an opinion though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really have much to say...&lt;br /&gt;my next blog will be about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the struggle of power b/t men and females in relationships...&lt;br /&gt;please read it and share your opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-7640206921771580747?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/7640206921771580747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=7640206921771580747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/7640206921771580747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/7640206921771580747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2008/11/brain-fart.html' title='brain fart...'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y83FAtV8kpk/SRuwxwHEkqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/RRZuTxCBWKE/s72-c/opera10.24me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457077461574591775.post-1058053998268788440</id><published>2008-11-09T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T10:20:13.121-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first blog'/><title type='text'>inspiration</title><content type='html'>the other day...i became inspired to start a public blog.&lt;br /&gt;i already keep a journal...why not start letting &lt;em&gt;others &lt;/em&gt;know whats on my mind???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually was inspired by a blog on here by a friend of mine...Good Life...who's blog is called "F is the new E". very creative name &amp;amp; writer (which must be true bc im inspired to write now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a poem on his blogspot called &lt;em&gt;Her.......&lt;/em&gt; and it made my heart feel love again. not love between him and i...but love in general. i was giving up so much hope for the future (or at least the part of my future that involves love) but that poem...made me believe again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it made me...remember whats it like to feel that way. my heart was becoming so cold to any thoughts of love. my mind was trying to forget what it felt like and how it effected me. my ears became deaf to sweet sayings. my eyes became blind to PDA whenever i saw it in the street. my brain thought only of school and work and things of that nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...my soul stopped believing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all from that ONE poem i read, i believe again.&lt;br /&gt;it brings me back to how i felt the day i fell in love for the FIRST time...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; crazy enough, my first time loving was AFTER the first couple of times i've said "i love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was in love several times before. thought that it was it for me. that its all i had out there for me. now i know...what real love is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;real...authentic...no hold's bar...&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who i am in love with?&lt;br /&gt;now THATS a story within itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, after everything that has happened...&lt;br /&gt;after all the drama, disrespect &amp;amp; things that didnt belong in our relationship...&lt;br /&gt;we JUST decided to call a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...truce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457077461574591775-1058053998268788440?l=trucee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/feeds/1058053998268788440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5457077461574591775&amp;postID=1058053998268788440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/1058053998268788440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457077461574591775/posts/default/1058053998268788440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trucee.blogspot.com/2008/11/inspiration.html' title='inspiration'/><author><name>**trucee writer**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05950878231239461277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIPtASRv1s/Tad5rVUuCSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7TEdSJ5aZmY/s220/bdayProv25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
