<?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-6904127021002011062</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:49:55.534-08:00</updated><category term='tweety'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='pic'/><category term='opening'/><category term='bored'/><category term='pix'/><category term='boredom'/><category term='intro'/><title type='text'>the REAL me . \\ the true side of Tweety</title><subtitle type='html'>tweety's blog, secrets of my life revealed....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-2139589451336065778</id><published>2009-12-09T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:00:05.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxZKeUT30ik/SahbamOqsjI/AAAAAAAABzU/TvPUQGgQXh4/s400/Wrong_Single_Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxZKeUT30ik/SahbamOqsjI/AAAAAAAABzU/TvPUQGgQXh4/s400/Wrong_Single_Cover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So much happened last night a lot of wrong shit. When I look back on it, I, as in me, myself, and I, was COMPLETELY wrong. I should have never handled the situation like I did. I've never been place in that position and as it happened, I was frozen. Stuck like the white girls in horror films. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I was wrong for not pushing forward in the situation because their numbers were greater than ours. I should have know what the outcome would be but it was so surreal, it felt as though it wasn't even happening. I completely will take full responsibility for why last night ended the way it did. I should've snapped out of my trance. Now I lost a friend because I wasn't being much of one last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-2139589451336065778?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2139589451336065778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/guilty.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/2139589451336065778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/2139589451336065778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/guilty.html' title='Guilty .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxZKeUT30ik/SahbamOqsjI/AAAAAAAABzU/TvPUQGgQXh4/s72-c/Wrong_Single_Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-6718330804944220754</id><published>2009-07-03T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T13:08:21.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Awhile</title><content type='html'>I been so busy. I just came around to post exactly how I feel about someone in my life right now. It's word for word how I feel. I'm not a huge Beyonce fan but she hit me on the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H7CD7ZhA8ZE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H7CD7ZhA8ZE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-6718330804944220754?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6718330804944220754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/been-awhile.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/6718330804944220754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/6718330804944220754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/been-awhile.html' title='Been Awhile'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-1800280268003720192</id><published>2009-06-05T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:59:43.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monokini With A Concussion .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Who else in the world do you know that can be this sexy fresh out the hospital lol. I'm kidding. I was on the phone with my friend Krissy the entire time. I was struggling with taking certain shots and some are blurry but oh well. I only took shots to show how cute my new swim suit I ordered was. It's my summer so I'm going to be be sexy Dammit! lol. Tell me what you think!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/pimpcesstweety15/mono5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 125px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/pimpcesstweety15/mono5.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/pimpcesstweety15/mono3.png"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 46px; height: 124px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/pimpcesstweety15/mono3.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/pimpcesstweety15/mono4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 125px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/pimpcesstweety15/mono4.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/pimpcesstweety15/mono2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 125px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/pimpcesstweety15/mono2.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/pimpcesstweety15/mono1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 56px; height: 126px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/pimpcesstweety15/mono1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-1800280268003720192?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1800280268003720192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/monokini-with-concussion.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/1800280268003720192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/1800280268003720192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/monokini-with-concussion.html' title='Monokini With A Concussion .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-5691259377831060977</id><published>2009-06-03T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:20:37.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me In The Hospital .</title><content type='html'>I found a video I did when I was in the hospital in the bed. Sorry the camera was so shaky. It's because my hands weren't working right at the moment. But you can see how bad I look lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zGKfzIUKDmw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zGKfzIUKDmw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-5691259377831060977?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5691259377831060977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-in-hospital.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/5691259377831060977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/5691259377831060977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-in-hospital.html' title='Me In The Hospital .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-7969110320951022402</id><published>2009-06-02T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T17:47:46.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At The Hospital 5/31/09 - 6/2/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/87/l_928fc98e74284ca4873d516e24e058ec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 333px;" src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/87/l_928fc98e74284ca4873d516e24e058ec.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I was at work and a metal thing fell on me and hit me in my head and left shoulder. I was down for the count ... Then I was taken to the hospital and was admitted .... I couldn't even walk ... I'm still wobbly now but I'm managing ... I had 2 I.V's and 4 viles of blood drawn so I have a total of 3 wholes in my arms and I look like a heroin addict. They also gave me steroids for my strength and I have a SPLITTING headache. Oh did I mention, I was given a CAT Scan, a MRI, an EEG, and an X-ray???!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES ANYONE????&lt;br /&gt;See All The Pictures on my myspace &lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewPicture&amp;amp;friendID=98978086&amp;amp;albumId=2749936"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-7969110320951022402?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7969110320951022402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/at-hospital-53109-6209.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/7969110320951022402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/7969110320951022402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/at-hospital-53109-6209.html' title='At The Hospital 5/31/09 - 6/2/09'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-4127846434727188227</id><published>2009-05-16T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T11:29:14.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.grinningplanet.com/2003/first-date-conversation/first-date-conversation-copyright6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 191px;" src="http://www.grinningplanet.com/2003/first-date-conversation/first-date-conversation-copyright6.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I'm not ready to be in a relationship because of situations that recently happened I put my heart out to someone and I got burned so I'm starting over and I've been dating but more on a friendly level. I need to get over the demons of my past that's why I decided to jump on the dating wagon. A good friend (his name is A.R.) had me listen to this song I now cherish called "Where Did It Go Wrong" by Joe Budden. That song actually gave me an epiphany. So now, I have been casually dating for a while. Tonight will be my 5th date since the falling out with Brandon and ironically, this date is with Brandon. We're starting from scratch and taking it in the slow lane because I'm not about to be hurt again so easily because half of me let him go. I've given him two strikes and on the third he's going to be out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-4127846434727188227?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4127846434727188227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/dating.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/4127846434727188227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/4127846434727188227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/dating.html' title='Dating .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-1323802412278537358</id><published>2009-05-11T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T07:59:20.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well My Apology To Senia .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I still dislike your negative attitude towards almost everything that I do. I don't dislike you as a person and I do feel I need to give you an apology because I guess Keisha (some hatin ass girl I don't even know, that's a friend of Berry), was the one who posted that picture not you so I apologize for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when everyone who watches the video substitute Senia's name for Keisha's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Keisha, THANK YOU! for being that much of a hater and caring about me SO much to take time out to take my picture and post it places. Your taking time out of your nonexistent life to promote my beauty.&lt;!--emo&amp;:wub:--&gt; &lt;img src="http://209.85.12.234/html/emoticons/wub.gif" style="vertical-align: middle;" alt="wub.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;!--endemo--&gt; So thank you. Berry told me that you didn't like me.  She even told me how you did it and how it all fell in place lol. It's so funny because I didn't even know you existed. So you had feelings for me and I didn't even know your were alive. Lol, that's so funny to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-1323802412278537358?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1323802412278537358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-my-apology-to-senia.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/1323802412278537358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/1323802412278537358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-my-apology-to-senia.html' title='Well My Apology To Senia .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-2293067133857775026</id><published>2009-05-09T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:27:04.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked Truth .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So there a picture that I took and showed a few friends but a "hater" got their hands on it and posted it on porno sites. Let's get this straight it's an all natural shot not a playboy picture it's me showing me inner and outer beauty. Not trying to get some sick pervert off. Get that straight you jealous bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o5F8g68isoE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o5F8g68isoE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's the picture I was refering to in the above Vlog. I don't think it is at all "porno-like" or sluttish. I think it's a nice nude shot. Not sexy just natural. Click it to enlarge it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/pimpcesstweety15/Graphic%20Showcase/naked.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 250px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v224/pimpcesstweety15/Graphic%20Showcase/naked.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-2293067133857775026?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2293067133857775026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/naked-truth.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/2293067133857775026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/2293067133857775026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/naked-truth.html' title='Naked Truth .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-7514785774609393007</id><published>2009-05-08T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T11:14:58.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Burn .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/111/304481884_200da1ea94.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 237px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/111/304481884_200da1ea94.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The love I have to give conquers all. My heart may be selfish and greedy but don’t fault me for wanting to be with you and love you. If that overwhelms you then inform me of your nonexistent love and allow me to move on, rather than you misleading me allowing myself to believe you actually care. I just want a real loving, caring man who understands me. If you hear me say “I love you” then don’t abandon that or pawn it off as nothing. My heart can’t take being in love without love in return. Being in love alone is the hardest punishment anyone will ever see. It’s a prison you sometimes can’t escape. So, please don’t capture me into that prison of love.You didn’t respond to my heart calling for you. Now it’s left unattended waiting for the next unsuspecting man to capture it. “I love too hard” some say but my body and soul can’t help it. It’s a second nature and it’s a curse. I’m patiently waiting for that to prove to be a blessing just once in my lifetime. It’s not heartbreak, it’s more like heartburn. It’s a hard unexpected blow to the heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-7514785774609393007?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7514785774609393007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/heart-burn.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/7514785774609393007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/7514785774609393007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/heart-burn.html' title='Heart Burn .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/111/304481884_200da1ea94_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-5791865565093907039</id><published>2009-04-26T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:45:55.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeremih .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know I'm probably late with the Jeremih train that took off but I just recently got on. I don't usually like new artists but I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; love Jeremih's Birthday Sex song. In the midst of replaying the Birthday Sex song (and the remix with Pretty Ricky), I started to love my ride. I literally listen to this song about 5 times a day. I'm in the midst of putting it on a CD for my truck lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's The Song "My Ride"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wHRn0ftyV7Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wHRn0ftyV7Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-5791865565093907039?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5791865565093907039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/jeremih.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/5791865565093907039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/5791865565093907039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/jeremih.html' title='Jeremih .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-2452717809828576495</id><published>2009-04-24T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:00:25.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting For Love .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.queermusicheritage.us/AUG2002/love-w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 206px;" src="http://www.queermusicheritage.us/AUG2002/love-w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why am I the only one in the relationship fighting to keep it together no matter the arguement or the circumstance? It could be the smaller things, like the little arguements that doesn't mean anything that ends the whole relationship (or close friendship). I just want a man who is also willing to fight for the love we share, or potentially share. I want them to fight as hard as I do so it could be equal. If I could get the man to fight HALF as hard as me then our relationship would be 100% better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall in love so easily. My heart is always on my sleeve. Why must guys be so blind to the beauty of love. Of course, I have my faults and insecurities but my belief of love has always been strong, until lately. I'm starting to beleive that real love is only in the books and fairy tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-2452717809828576495?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2452717809828576495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/fighting-for-love.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/2452717809828576495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/2452717809828576495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/fighting-for-love.html' title='Fighting For Love .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-2200652338617250618</id><published>2009-04-24T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T10:03:21.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagboard .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It seems as though TagBoards are what's hot on blog so I decided to get my own. I kind of like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;!-- BEGIN CBOX - www.cbox.ws - v001 --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="cboxdiv" style="text-align: center; line-height: 0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" width="410" height="90" src="http://www6.cbox.ws/box/?boxid=107195&amp;amp;boxtag=beg0b8&amp;amp;sec=form" marginheight="2" marginwidth="2" scrolling="no" allowtransparency="yes" name="cboxform" style="border:#445566 1px solid;border-bottom:0px" id="cboxform"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" width="410" height="310" src="http://www6.cbox.ws/box/?boxid=107195&amp;amp;boxtag=beg0b8&amp;amp;sec=main" marginheight="2" marginwidth="2" scrolling="auto" allowtransparency="yes" name="cboxmain" style="border:#445566 1px solid;" id="cboxmain"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- END CBOX --&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-2200652338617250618?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2200652338617250618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/tagboard.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/2200652338617250618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/2200652338617250618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/tagboard.html' title='Tagboard .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-8904117910367276612</id><published>2009-04-23T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:38:44.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Man .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Speaking for women that want the perfect man, I want him so bad right now. Every man tries to be the man you want them to be in the beginning, until they get used to being next to you. Then they stop surprising you, and they stop holding you the way you want to be held. They stop kissing you in cute places. Not a day goes by that I miss it. That's why I don't like being in relationships. I like meeting new guys because they are in the new stage. That stage where all they want to do is please you (not just sexually but in that cutsey mushy way lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always miss the little stuff that's taken for granted ... like the small kiss on the forehead or a compliment every now and then. I just hate being the first one to initiate the little stuff. Like I have to be the one to wrap his arms around me. Why can't the guy just want to pull me close or just just give me a hug and linger a little bit. I know, I'm a hopeless romantic. That's exactly what it is, hopeless. I'm just a wishful thinker because no man is like the man I want. I just have to go on being the initiator. I can live with it...........I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-8904117910367276612?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8904117910367276612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/perfect-man.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/8904117910367276612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/8904117910367276612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/perfect-man.html' title='The Perfect Man .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-5714972899997134783</id><published>2009-04-19T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T14:31:41.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy Me .</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SeuXUFBc2NI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Rl3Fb5Ml15o/s1600-h/IMAGE_305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SeuXUFBc2NI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Rl3Fb5Ml15o/s200/IMAGE_305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326517355497183442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SeuXT0XMs9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/cliKMg54s-g/s1600-h/IMAGE_304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SeuXT0XMs9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/cliKMg54s-g/s200/IMAGE_304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326517351024997330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SeuXT2q7ZZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/02G7wC0zxz0/s1600-h/IMAGE_303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 79px; height: 145px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SeuXT2q7ZZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/02G7wC0zxz0/s200/IMAGE_303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326517351644620178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's a few pictures of me dressed up on Friday night (April 18, 2009). Click the picture to see the full size. I got cute as hell. I love it. (SO CONCEITED!!!!) I was loving myself Friday night. But tonight is a whole different story. I look a hot mess lol. But ANYWAY how you like the fit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-5714972899997134783?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5714972899997134783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/sexy-me.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/5714972899997134783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/5714972899997134783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/sexy-me.html' title='Sexy Me .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SeuXUFBc2NI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Rl3Fb5Ml15o/s72-c/IMAGE_305.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-2469211391106979297</id><published>2009-04-16T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T17:01:14.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycle of Love .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amore-gift.com/pi/20070723-164005_WB05_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 256px;" src="http://www.amore-gift.com/pi/20070723-164005_WB05_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"My gratified mentality whispers to my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;My heart demoralized and now black as coal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Love smiles cunningly and bellows at my gate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;This love cycle is reran to establish my fate"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wrote this for myself. For you slow people, (lol) it basically means, even though my mind tells my broken heart no, I always give in to love even though it's not good for me. I'm happy to say I'm not doing that anymore but I can't say that I won't do it in the future. And I definitely wrote that from personal experience. It's hard to turn away from the one you love even though you know he's not good for you. I'm just so happy I had the strength because some women don't and I can honestly say that I understand why ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-2469211391106979297?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2469211391106979297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/cycle-of-love.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/2469211391106979297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/2469211391106979297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/cycle-of-love.html' title='Cycle of Love .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-7630704805817359559</id><published>2009-04-15T09:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T10:09:37.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Bump .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/90/l_6a880b75817b4f839eaeaf34706979c9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 310px;" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/90/l_6a880b75817b4f839eaeaf34706979c9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well one of my best friends since the sixth grade (she's 20 now) is having a baby!!! In our  little social circle there's already a 1 year old boy (Little Marcus) from my other bestie, Courtney. But this one is going to be a girl! YAY! Auntie Tweety is going to SPOIL SPOIL SPOIL!!!! You know the baby stores always have cute girl clothes. Plus stores always sell them adorable ass baby Jordans lol. Anyway that's her  and her little baby bump to the right. Hopefully they don't realy name her Rebecca, because then her nick name would be Becky. The only thing that runs through my head is from the ir Mix-A-Lot song, "Oh My God! Becky, look at her Butt!!" lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-7630704805817359559?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7630704805817359559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-bump.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/7630704805817359559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/7630704805817359559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-bump.html' title='Baby Bump .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-7476947572476058069</id><published>2009-04-13T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:07:27.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chillen .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's a video of me and my friend A.R. It started off as me trying to take a picture with my phone but I didn't realize it was in camera mode so I just kept it rolling. It was just us talking shit and him starting to strip and us showing are stomachs off a little bit lol. Oh and no offense to Tasha. I only said fuck New York because he said fuck Florida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rxR_k4sci4g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rxR_k4sci4g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-7476947572476058069?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7476947572476058069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/chillen.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/7476947572476058069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/7476947572476058069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/chillen.html' title='Chillen .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-2117966274517926669</id><published>2009-04-11T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T18:20:42.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels Good Being Me .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MdLa65BpCEM/SIy_WI0nKbI/AAAAAAAADjw/wDqDZxoTe8s/s400/sure+feels+good.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MdLa65BpCEM/SIy_WI0nKbI/AAAAAAAADjw/wDqDZxoTe8s/s400/sure+feels+good.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love being me right now. I'm young with a lot of life to live. I would say what happened today but I'm not in fear of incriminating myself lol. Long story short, I went to my friends job and saw her and went to steakn' shake. Then I went to Brandon's house for a minute then I went to get my friend from a "situation" with her boyfriend. After that, I went to a park to the courts and was bored for a minute but after that I had a BLAST!!! I know it's boring to read but A LOT of people that know me know about my blog and maybe I should've kept it a secret from them then you'd get the JUICY stuff lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-2117966274517926669?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2117966274517926669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/feels-good-being-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/2117966274517926669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/2117966274517926669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/feels-good-being-me.html' title='Feels Good Being Me .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MdLa65BpCEM/SIy_WI0nKbI/AAAAAAAADjw/wDqDZxoTe8s/s72-c/sure+feels+good.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-6019422135550744252</id><published>2009-04-02T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T06:32:42.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pubic Wax .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theage.com.au/ffxImage/urlpicture_id_1046826540078_2003/03/07/08BRAZILIAN,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 171px;" src="http://www.theage.com.au/ffxImage/urlpicture_id_1046826540078_2003/03/07/08BRAZILIAN,0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So when I usually get my 'area' done I usually got with a small triangle but someone from my messageboard inspired me to go COMPLETELY bare. (Emily). There was a discussion about different styles and what not on there. So I decided to go baby bottom smooth yesterday. I must say that I love it .... Feels a lot more refreshing ... I think I'm going to stay bald down there for a long while. I love the feeling!!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-6019422135550744252?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6019422135550744252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/pubic-wax.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/6019422135550744252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/6019422135550744252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/pubic-wax.html' title='Pubic Wax .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-5802232023669971628</id><published>2009-04-01T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:43:27.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The April Fool .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdavies.files.wordpress.com/2007/03/april-fool-illus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 269px;" src="http://cdavies.files.wordpress.com/2007/03/april-fool-illus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The folly mistakes&lt;br /&gt;With dishonesty and deceit&lt;br /&gt;My spirit broken&lt;br /&gt;with anger and defeat&lt;br /&gt;He's my weakness&lt;br /&gt;so I'll evacuate and retreat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I made that little rhyme for the guy in my life who thinks I'm dumb. The ex-girlfriend is too much and you know it and yet she sticks around. I can't help my feelings towards the situation. You know the ultimatum, you may dislike it or get angry but it is what it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-5802232023669971628?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5802232023669971628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fool.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/5802232023669971628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/5802232023669971628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fool.html' title='The April Fool .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-2397739010750774727</id><published>2009-03-31T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T07:54:34.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deceived .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amore-gift.com/pi/20070723-164005_WB05_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 256px;" src="http://www.amore-gift.com/pi/20070723-164005_WB05_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The purest love can be a sweet sin&lt;br /&gt;Then be robbed by those unworthy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-2397739010750774727?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2397739010750774727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/deceived.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/2397739010750774727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/2397739010750774727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/deceived.html' title='Deceived .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-3412754688275992194</id><published>2009-03-30T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T10:21:41.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerd .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vibe.com/news/online_exclusives/2008/01/collegehumor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 255px;" src="http://www.vibe.com/news/online_exclusives/2008/01/collegehumor.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I so love these outfits. I don't know where I found this picture, but I so love the nerdy, college style. Guys if you dress like this then you DEFINITELY have a chance at talking to me. lol. I'm too in love with the style. Don't get me started on the nerd glasses. OMG! I'd probably kidnap and rape you if I saw you wearing the nerdy oufit topped off with the glasses lol. Who on earth came up with the style because I want to Thank You for making guys look sooo much sexier!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-3412754688275992194?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3412754688275992194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/nerd.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/3412754688275992194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/3412754688275992194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/nerd.html' title='Nerd .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-1989764193914857203</id><published>2009-03-27T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T03:59:36.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ex-Girlfriend .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why must the ex-girlfriend always be the one thing in the way? I &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; really have insecurities. That experience was the first time I've been through it. Mya asks all the questions that I want to ask but can't bring myself to say it. Feelings aren't hurt because I'm honestly over it, but does it ever end with the ex. She's an EX for a reason, &lt;b&gt;LET HER GO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V4yp0_MoAlI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V4yp0_MoAlI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-1989764193914857203?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1989764193914857203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/ex-girlfriend.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/1989764193914857203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/1989764193914857203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/ex-girlfriend.html' title='Ex-Girlfriend .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-1211454682058224410</id><published>2009-03-25T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:12:35.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Sex .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s89.photobucket.com/albums/k213/eldaram/reddragondesigns/graphics/cat/Hello/psp0685-SCHammond-PhoneSex.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 243px;" src="http://s89.photobucket.com/albums/k213/eldaram/reddragondesigns/graphics/cat/Hello/psp0685-SCHammond-PhoneSex.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some people may not understand it but I’m sure 90% of women do. I mean of course it’s not better than sex but it’s a fun masturbation experience knowing that you’re not doing it alone. It’s something sexy to do if your in a long distant relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good friend that was my phone sex friend. We’d send naughty pictures back and forth. We’d have phone sex at least 5 times a week lol. His moans and my moans through the phone would be the thing that sent me over the top. With long distant relationships you have to spice it up and make it fun. With men (and most women) sex is always a fun way. I feel that masturbation is natural and normal so I’m not ashamed or embarrassed about doing it over the phone and women shouldn’t be embarrassed, because I’m certainly not. I’m not a whore either but you should always be a freak for your man that’s what all men want. 90% of males agree to masturbating and only 42% of females fess up to it. I know for a fact that more women than that masturbate, whether you are 15 all the way to 72 lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-1211454682058224410?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1211454682058224410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/phone-sex.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/1211454682058224410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/1211454682058224410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/phone-sex.html' title='Phone Sex .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-910336321812392405</id><published>2009-03-24T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:13:34.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Navigation .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I added a navigation on the side. Make sure you visit all the links. I added some graphics and avatars that I made and also added more info on myself more stuff coming soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-910336321812392405?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/910336321812392405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/navigation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/910336321812392405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/910336321812392405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/navigation.html' title='Navigation .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-8357145202004211891</id><published>2009-03-23T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:13:35.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shitty .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just realized that my wallet has come up missing and I'm kind of pissed even though you can't see it in my vlog. I'm mad because I can't do anything about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1bQe7cOlBOo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1bQe7cOlBOo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-8357145202004211891?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8357145202004211891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/shitty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/8357145202004211891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/8357145202004211891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/shitty.html' title='Shitty .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-2889466284279236391</id><published>2009-03-22T16:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T17:16:48.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Ricky Freaky .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i236.photobucket.com/albums/ff41/Bambibaby2625/BlackArt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 237px;" src="http://i236.photobucket.com/albums/ff41/Bambibaby2625/BlackArt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well last night was pretty fun. The funniest thing happened to me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last night was fun I went over a friend's house to see her new, loft, apartment that she has with her boyfriend. Her boyfriend's cousin was also invited. The night was like an average night we made dinner watched "Watchmen" and "Friday The 13th". After that, me and his cousin went down stairs to sleep. After a few minutes of laying down on the floor. I hear the slow music come on and I hear moans and screams, "Oh God!" and "Fuck me" and "Yes Daddy!" ringing in my ears.  It was not a fun experience lol. So I called a few male friends to take my mind off of it. One male friend that I called said the only reason I ain't like it was because I was jealous. I partly agreed lol.  To me personally, I think they were getting too freaky, that level of freak is something  I like to call: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRETTY RICKY FREAKY&lt;/span&gt;. Another male friend wanted me to put him on speakerphone so he could hear the moans, I wish I could say what male friend that is lol. I haven't got to the good part yet though. Well in the midst of me getting half way shitty at Brandon (the guy I talk to) and then getting off the phone and snuggling up in the blankets to attempt to muffle the loud moans, I felt a hand start rubbing on me. I was half sleep so it took a minute for me to realize that I wasn't dreaming I move the covers and it stopped so I thought I was tripping. So I just chilled. Then I felt this hand again. This time I threw the covers off me to see what the hell was going on and I see his UGLY ASS, BUSTED ASS, Beanie Seagul looking cousin right by me. I cussed him out like "What the fuck get yo mutha fucking hands off of me!!! What the hell is wrong with you!!! I told you not 10 mins ago that I have a man!!!" I damn near went to jail that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I told my friend and her boyfriend about his cousin and he was like "That's why I saw you wrapped up so tight in like 3 blankets! I thought you were cold." No, I was trying to hide myself in the blanket so he would put his hand up under there again. His cousin is like the UGLIEST and SLOWEST guy you've ever seen. He looks like a busted Beanie Seagul (or however you say it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-2889466284279236391?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2889466284279236391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/scarred.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/2889466284279236391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/2889466284279236391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/scarred.html' title='Pretty Ricky Freaky .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-3951539917185888400</id><published>2009-03-19T12:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T12:50:18.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tranny .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/121/254505206_2957c389ec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 369px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/121/254505206_2957c389ec.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK ... So I recently found out that someone likes my homeboy. I won't say any names but when I'm done with this blog she gone have her feelings hurt, we're just going to call her "Tranny" because she looks like the dark skin transvestite on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's what happened, me and her is/was cool. Then she comes to me telling me about my homeboy (Note: I call him my homeboy but we talk) and she's hinting around that she likes him and they had a conversation. So she's asking me questions about him. Of course I just sat there being vague. I just don't like the fact that your being all buddy buddy with me and then trying to talk to the guy I already talk to. I usually would fault the guy but he doesn't even know that we know each other. And what puts the icing on the cake is that this BITCH has done this before to my other friend. I don't understand why she "thinks" she can do it when she looks like a ugly ass black ass transvestite. (Hence: The picture looks just like her.) Usually, I'm not the one for drama but this bitch and the other bitch I blogged about REALLY irks my nerves. I'm super cool but these bitches are fake. And come on! If you're going to a have a personality like that then at least be cute. No body even likes her and she tries to come around like nothing happened. I tried being nice but it ain't working. So fuck being nice. Next time I talk to her I'm going to hurt her feelings! So bitch hit me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-3951539917185888400?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3951539917185888400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/tranny.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/3951539917185888400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/3951539917185888400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/tranny.html' title='Tranny .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/121/254505206_2957c389ec_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-3425873657395433437</id><published>2009-03-18T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T05:47:57.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Man .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q129/chocolatekisses30/Dread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 174px;" src="http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q129/chocolatekisses30/Dread.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The truth of the matter is&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing more beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Than a black man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether five-two or six-seven,&lt;br /&gt;High yellow or chocolate heaven&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing more beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Than a black man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long and lean&lt;br /&gt;With deep brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;Wavy hair or dreads&lt;br /&gt;With strong thick thighs&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing more beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Than a black man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full lips with a goatee&lt;br /&gt;Cornrows or a fade&lt;br /&gt;A little thick, a little thin&lt;br /&gt;Oh the choices to be made&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing more beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Than a black man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scholarly or not&lt;br /&gt;Wall Street or hip hop&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing your praises&lt;br /&gt;To the mountain top&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing more beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Than a black man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Written By: Karen K. Talley&lt;br /&gt;Edited By: Tweety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-3425873657395433437?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3425873657395433437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/black-man.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/3425873657395433437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/3425873657395433437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/black-man.html' title='Black Man .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-4148223902745230521</id><published>2009-03-18T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:20:31.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STL Video .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I found a little stupid video on my phone of me and my friends in St. Louis. They were making fun of my titties so I started rubbing them lol. We actually made plans on going back in May. So all of the St. Louis cuties beware because Tweety will be in a neiborhood near you soon lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O8Yus5sy8os&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O8Yus5sy8os&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-4148223902745230521?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4148223902745230521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/stl-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/4148223902745230521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/4148223902745230521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/stl-video.html' title='STL Video .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-8638189393784431173</id><published>2009-03-17T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:57:31.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush on Rush .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://assets3.indy.com/photos/110291/default.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 217px;" src="http://assets3.indy.com/photos/110291/default.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you know I live in Indiana. Home of the Pacers and Colts. Well I've recently formulated a HUGE crush on Brandon Rush. He's #25 of the Indiana Pacers. He's cute and sweet. 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.daylife.com/imageserve/08gcaNF5733R9/340x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 107px;" src="http://cache.daylife.com/imageserve/08gcaNF5733R9/340x.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://assets.sbnation.com/assets/17915/RushHibbertRook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 107px;" src="http://assets.sbnation.com/assets/17915/RushHibbertRook.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-8638189393784431173?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8638189393784431173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/crush-on-rush.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/8638189393784431173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/8638189393784431173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/crush-on-rush.html' title='Crush on Rush .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-2022509506446849156</id><published>2009-03-17T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:50:17.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout .</title><content type='html'>I just put up a new layout ... I LOVE it. How about you. It took me FOREVER to get it up. Unfortunately, it won't let me put the Followers widget up. ::sad face:: ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-2022509506446849156?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2022509506446849156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-layout.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/2022509506446849156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/2022509506446849156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-layout.html' title='New Layout .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-1886736240462321824</id><published>2009-03-16T17:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T06:54:45.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oral Sex .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/foreverlloyd/oral-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 281px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/foreverlloyd/oral-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not a giver but I'm the best receiver lol. Some girls say that they don't do it and .... blah blah blah .... and they're usually lying. BUT I'm am one of those unusual cases where I really don't like doing it. But it's soooo fun to receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about this now because I recently received some worth bragging about. From someone that will remain anonymous. lol. I feel stress free after all that and I can think clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I really wanted to post to hear about some of your oral sex experiences. And also to ask what's so good about GIVING oral sex? (EWW!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-1886736240462321824?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1886736240462321824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/oral-sex.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/1886736240462321824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/1886736240462321824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/oral-sex.html' title='Oral Sex .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-5356489063701973498</id><published>2009-03-14T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:15:37.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h78/RPMuzik/Cheaters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 118px;" src="http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h78/RPMuzik/Cheaters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A question for those who follow me. Why do men cheat? He could tell you he loves you and make you feel like the only one but behind your back he's sleeping with the city. How do they cheat and not feel guilty about it at all. One friend told me one woman may have good sex and the other may give good head. But why is it always physical with men. Why get so deep with a woman just to throw it away for a few minutes of fun? They say men are simple minded but they all can't be that dumb. I contacted a few male friends and got their input but I want yours. (One of my homeboys was acting like a lil A-hole about it, lol, but it's all good I still love him.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-5356489063701973498?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5356489063701973498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/why.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/5356489063701973498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/5356489063701973498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/why.html' title='Why .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-4654587552766506493</id><published>2009-03-11T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T19:32:28.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian Keyes .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x30/jlancast21/l_7c5313dd60622ad77fcc25eb7b6c02c41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 418px;" src="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x30/jlancast21/l_7c5313dd60622ad77fcc25eb7b6c02c41.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a new crush. I mean I've always thought Christian Keyes was cute. I used to know him as "Sonny" from Madea Goes To Jail (play). After I watched the play for the Gazillionth time a couple days ago I actually paid attention to the cast and looked up his name and found a song by him called "Boots On" I may be late but I fell in love with it. Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="195"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F5Tiq8OVK_Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F5Tiq8OVK_Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="195"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't care what any one says, he's sexy. Only in my dreams though. lol. Hopefully he's a sweetheart and not all big headed and stuck up. He seems like a sweet guy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Note to Christian:&lt;/span&gt; DAYUM! You are just a BEAUTIFUL man! You could loose an arm and still be sexy lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-4654587552766506493?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4654587552766506493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-new-crush.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/4654587552766506493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/4654587552766506493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-new-crush.html' title='Christian Keyes .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-1319702761620778917</id><published>2009-03-11T09:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T06:52:56.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Broken Heart .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2236/2478428756_4938b1ff15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 238px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2236/2478428756_4938b1ff15.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Message To You:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not know who you are but I just had to tell you that you always know when to call me. You know what to say to keep my mind off of situations. No matter what you do, where you are, and who's in your heart. I just had to let you know you will always be in mine. Your always there for me and I appreciate it even though you piss me off sometimes. And when you told me that I was yours, I knew you meant it. So yes, I am yours. You molded my broken heart into a new heart. With the bad going on I just told it all and there are no secrets anymore and you know everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-1319702761620778917?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1319702761620778917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-broken-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/1319702761620778917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/1319702761620778917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-broken-heart.html' title='My Broken Heart .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2236/2478428756_4938b1ff15_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-1248677625435524176</id><published>2009-03-09T10:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:17:11.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In The STL .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I went to St. Louis over this weekend with 3 of my best friends. We had so much fun. We didn't know anyone and left knowing atleast 20 people lol. The first thing we did was go downtown to visit the Arch and go to a restaurant. This is us downtown.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/10/l_6dc809d395c84e16baa50e413124b642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 232px;" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/10/l_6dc809d395c84e16baa50e413124b642.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/9/l_c21d7afa0eba47c58d84e4b0ebe25e1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 204px;" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/9/l_c21d7afa0eba47c58d84e4b0ebe25e1a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/2/l_fca2e749f8f94d18823e2e7d43d9f2fc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 356px;" src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/2/l_fca2e749f8f94d18823e2e7d43d9f2fc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The night before we left we had a little hotel party. And I got so DRUNK lol. I threw up atleast 8 or 9 times. It was so fun up until that point. I have more pictures on my myspace and face book (you can click that on the side.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/5/l_ac1c82e31233412cbca8bd15f2b6e292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/5/l_ac1c82e31233412cbca8bd15f2b6e292.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/16/l_ba9d9baaba0147568b0ecd0825b29d45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/16/l_ba9d9baaba0147568b0ecd0825b29d45.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm home now. Looking back on it I have no regrets. But my next trip I'm going back to Florida to see my babez down there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-1248677625435524176?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1248677625435524176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-stl.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/1248677625435524176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/1248677625435524176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-stl.html' title='In The STL .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-981833317927880106</id><published>2009-03-05T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:17:53.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Samsonite Woman .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stlouiscardinalwallpaper.com/images/CityofStLouis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 198px;" src="http://www.stlouiscardinalwallpaper.com/images/CityofStLouis.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So tomorrow I'm heading to St. Louis. I've never been so I'm excited. I wonder how it is and if there's a lot of SEXY men lol. Plus I like the STL accent. One of my best friends is from there so she recommended a few spots. Hopefully I don't come home disappointed. But after the visit to Florida, my friend and I decided to move there before the end of this year. I've traveled to over 8 cities in the last month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-981833317927880106?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/981833317927880106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/samsonite-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/981833317927880106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/981833317927880106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/samsonite-woman.html' title='Samsonite Woman .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-3998041185741305624</id><published>2009-03-01T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:18:04.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirsty Bitchez .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SatfotMEbGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/POU-y0TUqkE/s1600-h/thirsty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SatfotMEbGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/POU-y0TUqkE/s320/thirsty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308441738715884642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As my buddy Tasha says. "The bitch is MAAAAD thirsty!" Translation= She's so desperate for attention from a certain some one that she'll do anything for it. (Psycho Bitch lol). When the guy doesn't even feel ANYTHING for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the bitch tries to find out all your business. Along with a guy you know too. So the he say she say will stop. I took it to one party and it was denied so it's time to take it straight to the source. And people I know comments are allowed here about the "blue cheese" smelling girl lol. (She look like she got a tire stuck around her stomach and she look dirty).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the story. A friend of mine, let's call her Amy, tells me someone was asking questions about me and saying certain stuff about me and about a male friend of mine. So I asked my male friend about it and he denies it and says he doesn't even know what I'm talking about. He sounded believable because I mean what's his reason to lie. But this "blue cheese" smelling bitch has a lie history and "she's fake," as people I know say. So I'm going to confront her about it. I promise you guys I'm not going to cuss her out ........ at first. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like now that it's all out that it isn't that deep but, then again, BITCH why is my name in your mouth when I don't even know you. And why are you asking buddies of mine questions about me and the guy I know? Do you want to know that bad? We're friends there's your damn answer bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-3998041185741305624?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3998041185741305624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/thirsty-bitchez.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/3998041185741305624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/3998041185741305624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/thirsty-bitchez.html' title='Thirsty Bitchez .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SatfotMEbGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/POU-y0TUqkE/s72-c/thirsty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-1740551434464787032</id><published>2009-03-01T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:18:13.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitches .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h237/evarodz/BITCHESTALKSHIT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 81px;" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h237/evarodz/BITCHESTALKSHIT.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It tells it all. Girls who think their ahead they must think their above you. Then they try to find out your business by listening to other byrds gossiping about you. Don't you got better shit to do. I'm just gonna say it like this. BITCH FUCK YOU, AND GET A LIFE! You better worry about yours and get off my dick. BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I feel so immature about this. But I just had to blow off what I was thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-1740551434464787032?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1740551434464787032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/bitches.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/1740551434464787032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/1740551434464787032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/bitches.html' title='Bitches .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-5685697570659269088</id><published>2009-02-27T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:18:23.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Degrading .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fs.blackplanet.com/f8692af11c7cd08c64ac0c925f49b5979b8f086a/500x500"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 214px;" src="http://fs.blackplanet.com/f8692af11c7cd08c64ac0c925f49b5979b8f086a/500x500" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why do women do this to themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They're revealing their bodies to men and changing men's perspective on women as a whole. I guess not EVERY woman can be a lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B*tches like that make it hard for girls like me. A lot of men view women in this light. I mean yes I'll take a few revealing pictures (in my swim suit or for the guy I've ALREADY built a relationship with) but not like this for the world to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uncalled for. She's a beautiful woman no need to have your ass hanging out. (Especially if you don't have an ass to begin with. lol.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-5685697570659269088?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5685697570659269088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-do-women-do-this-to-themselves.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/5685697570659269088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/5685697570659269088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-do-women-do-this-to-themselves.html' title='So Degrading .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-8871818421790916656</id><published>2009-02-26T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T07:30:03.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heat Of My Deisire .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/Sabr29GHYrI/AAAAAAAAAD0/a45ClKwdXZw/s1600-h/BlackArt-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/Sabr29GHYrI/AAAAAAAAAD0/a45ClKwdXZw/s200/BlackArt-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307188540248384178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the still of the evening&lt;br /&gt;Without sunlight to intrude&lt;br /&gt;I see the twilight's in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;As the moon sets up the mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing music soft and low&lt;br /&gt;While romance fills the air&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but feel aroused&lt;br /&gt;The very moment you come near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You submit to my embrace&lt;br /&gt;While candles flick their flame&lt;br /&gt;And the smell of sweet perfume&lt;br /&gt;Seems to drive my lust insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And run my fingers through your hair&lt;br /&gt;I taste the sweetness of your neck&lt;br /&gt;Then I nibble at your ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whisper sweet words of love&lt;br /&gt;As you answer with a sigh&lt;br /&gt;And in a very sexy way&lt;br /&gt;Your sweet body comes alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your the heat of my desire&lt;br /&gt;As we slowly become undressed&lt;br /&gt;I then start to lay you down&lt;br /&gt;While you welcome my caress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my luscious sexy curves&lt;br /&gt;I have a taste you can't resist&lt;br /&gt;And my breast will show response&lt;br /&gt;When you touch them with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you soak inside my love&lt;br /&gt;To a sexy love condition&lt;br /&gt;Feeling passions start to rise&lt;br /&gt;While making love in all positions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give me so much pleasure&lt;br /&gt;For ecstasy is here&lt;br /&gt;With me wrapped inside your arms&lt;br /&gt;To this heated love we share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now no one can come close&lt;br /&gt;To this love that we inspire&lt;br /&gt;For only you can fill this joy&lt;br /&gt;And the heat of my desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Written by David Ferrar&lt;br /&gt;Edited by Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-8871818421790916656?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8871818421790916656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/heat-of-my-deisire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/8871818421790916656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/8871818421790916656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/heat-of-my-deisire.html' title='Heat Of My Deisire .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/Sabr29GHYrI/AAAAAAAAAD0/a45ClKwdXZw/s72-c/BlackArt-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-4386776911987485479</id><published>2009-02-23T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:18:55.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Lane .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know I was beautiful. I look like a hispanic baby lol. But I LOVE being biracial. In the picture is my Auntie Charlotte, my Cousin Riela, My older brother Triandios (Try-AND-dose), and my lil cousin Kennen. I think this was taken when me and my brother were visiting them in Georgia for the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/foreverlloyd/img001-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 469px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/foreverlloyd/img001-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-4386776911987485479?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4386776911987485479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/memory-lane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/4386776911987485479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/4386776911987485479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/memory-lane.html' title='Memory Lane .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-4157708822775750749</id><published>2009-02-23T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:19:04.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Case Of The Ex .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/foreverlloyd/love-hate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 201px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/foreverlloyd/love-hate.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I talked to my ex that lives in a different state now. (Hence: long distance) I kinda miss him lol. I was thinking of going to visit him (strictly platonic) because he said I was welcome anytime. I just don't know if I'm actually ready to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and message to Nique: You were TRULY right about your comment about my poem. I'll always be his friend but I'mma do me lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-4157708822775750749?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4157708822775750749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/case-of-ex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/4157708822775750749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/4157708822775750749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/case-of-ex.html' title='Case Of The Ex .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-5465408125349216863</id><published>2009-02-23T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T00:21:34.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Distance .</title><content type='html'>Brandy said it better than I said it in my poem in just a few words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;With you is where I'd rather be,&lt;br /&gt;but we're stuck where we are.&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard, you're so far..&lt;br /&gt;This Long Distance is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you are here with me,&lt;br /&gt;but we're stuck where we are&lt;br /&gt;it's so hard, you're so far..&lt;br /&gt;This long distance is killing me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-5465408125349216863?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5465408125349216863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-distance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/5465408125349216863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/5465408125349216863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-distance.html' title='Long Distance .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-1551037080253896585</id><published>2009-02-20T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:19:42.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye To Florida .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Our bodies so close&lt;br /&gt;Circumstances kept us apart&lt;br /&gt;My heart cried&lt;br /&gt;I needed you with me&lt;br /&gt;Powerless in our positions&lt;br /&gt;Obligations kept you away&lt;br /&gt;Your only will was to console me&lt;br /&gt;My emotions ran high&lt;br /&gt;But still, I blamed you&lt;br /&gt;No more looking back&lt;br /&gt;I can’t use you as reassurance&lt;br /&gt;I’m moving on to my life&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll be free&lt;br /&gt;So goodbye to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this for a guy, named Mac. He’s pretty cool but he’s &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt; of my weakness whenever I think about or visit Florida. We’ve been close for so long. Not close on a sexual level because we’ve never been physical. I don't talk about him much to my friends though. We got a history lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-1551037080253896585?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1551037080253896585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-bye-to-florida.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/1551037080253896585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/1551037080253896585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-bye-to-florida.html' title='Good Bye To Florida .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-6470262518508476166</id><published>2009-02-16T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:20:01.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Went To The Beach .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SZoRtCUM-wI/AAAAAAAAACk/k1zky7TDeSA/s1600-h/PICT0022+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SZoRtCUM-wI/AAAAAAAAACk/k1zky7TDeSA/s200/PICT0022+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303570976595573506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we visited the beach. It was a little windy but I sun bathed and stepped in the water a little lol. We went to the beach in Ft. Pierce. My brother and his friend got buried in the sand lol and me and My Aunt went out on the Pier. AND EXCUSE MY SKINNINESS .... I'm a boney girl lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SZoU0J1P3zI/AAAAAAAAADk/DGDF07l87fM/s1600-h/S2010046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SZoU0J1P3zI/AAAAAAAAADk/DGDF07l87fM/s200/S2010046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303574397407190834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SZoU0Ho10xI/AAAAAAAAADc/hzbQoiNDJdk/s1600-h/S2010041.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SZoU0Ho10xI/AAAAAAAAADc/hzbQoiNDJdk/s200/S2010041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303574396818281234" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SZoUz_YY1MI/AAAAAAAAADU/oi-J5uhLhE4/s1600-h/S2010040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SZoUz_YY1MI/AAAAAAAAADU/oi-J5uhLhE4/s200/S2010040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303574394601788610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SZoUzmzGZoI/AAAAAAAAADM/Dr9g4ehJRCU/s1600-h/S2010020.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SZoUzmzGZoI/AAAAAAAAADM/Dr9g4ehJRCU/s200/S2010020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303574388002940546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SZoRuANyV4I/AAAAAAAAADE/BurEucnUo5A/s1600-h/S2010010.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SZoRuANyV4I/AAAAAAAAADE/BurEucnUo5A/s200/S2010010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303570993211660162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SZoRtzQx67I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Y0Pm35bxrqo/s1600-h/PICT0046+%283%29.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SZoRtzQx67I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Y0Pm35bxrqo/s200/PICT0046+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303570989734554546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SZoRth0NRcI/AAAAAAAAACs/0P88jrKx_us/s1600-h/PICT0028+%283%29.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SZoRth0NRcI/AAAAAAAAACs/0P88jrKx_us/s200/PICT0028+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303570985051309506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SZoRt6KLw1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/nn__X80GraQ/s1600-h/PICT0041+%283%29.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SZoRt6KLw1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/nn__X80GraQ/s200/PICT0041+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303570991585936210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-6470262518508476166?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6470262518508476166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/went-to-beach.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/6470262518508476166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/6470262518508476166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/went-to-beach.html' title='Went To The Beach .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SZoRtCUM-wI/AAAAAAAAACk/k1zky7TDeSA/s72-c/PICT0022+%284%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-3480491115590156508</id><published>2009-02-14T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T19:38:32.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redbone from Indiana ?</title><content type='html'>Just a thought. A question that only inside people would know about. If we're close I'll share the information behind this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-3480491115590156508?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3480491115590156508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/redbone-from-indiana.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/3480491115590156508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/3480491115590156508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/redbone-from-indiana.html' title='Redbone from Indiana ?'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-8145583371985206233</id><published>2009-02-14T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T18:03:50.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Florida .</title><content type='html'>So I'm in Florida. I took pictures of the trip so far. We rode an air boat today. I'm going to Ft. Lauderdale to visit a female friend later this week. Here's some picz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SZdoUkLLkMI/AAAAAAAAACc/I17EdXB_YFc/s1600-h/PICT0048+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 141px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SZdoUkLLkMI/AAAAAAAAACc/I17EdXB_YFc/s200/PICT0048+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302821788769292482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SZdoUGZe5eI/AAAAAAAAACU/ujjgcIIlAxQ/s1600-h/PICT0047.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SZdoUGZe5eI/AAAAAAAAACU/ujjgcIIlAxQ/s200/PICT0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302821780776216034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SZdoT3WUHdI/AAAAAAAAACM/VypmFlSrGhI/s1600-h/PICT0033+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SZdoT3WUHdI/AAAAAAAAACM/VypmFlSrGhI/s200/PICT0033+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302821776736394706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SZdoTyouH6I/AAAAAAAAACE/nkzc0Pzz7LQ/s1600-h/PICT0032+%282%29.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SZdoTyouH6I/AAAAAAAAACE/nkzc0Pzz7LQ/s200/PICT0032+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302821775471419298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-8145583371985206233?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8145583371985206233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-florida.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/8145583371985206233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/8145583371985206233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-florida.html' title='In Florida .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SZdoUkLLkMI/AAAAAAAAACc/I17EdXB_YFc/s72-c/PICT0048+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-2527927926462926394</id><published>2009-02-10T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:37:06.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pix From Yesterday .</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;A Couple Pix of Me From Monday. Feb 10, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/foreverlloyd/IMAGE_198.jpg" border="0" width="250" height="290" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/foreverlloyd/IMAGE_200.jpg" border="0" width="250" height="268" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/foreverlloyd/IMAGE_195.jpg" border="0" width="250" height="334" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-2527927926462926394?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2527927926462926394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/pix-rom-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/2527927926462926394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/2527927926462926394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/pix-rom-yesterday.html' title='Pix From Yesterday .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-4624113746264317181</id><published>2009-02-10T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:27:56.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got My Dogz Done .</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/foreverlloyd/nailshop.png" border="0" width="450" height="199" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got my feet done. I like the outcome ... I always get my toes black ... next time I'm going to try white. I been going to the same Nail place since I was a senior in highschool lol. This time is different because I'm preparing for my Florida trip. I gotta be cute. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/foreverlloyd/feetrt.png" border="0" width="306" height="256" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I drug my best MALE friend, Josh, with me. He didn't want to come but I wanted him to. I didn't wanna go alone and everybody else was WORKING. He's listening to my Ipod in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a296/foreverlloyd/josh.png" border="0" width="320" height="409" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-4624113746264317181?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4624113746264317181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/got-my-dogz-done.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/4624113746264317181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/4624113746264317181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/got-my-dogz-done.html' title='Got My Dogz Done .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-2081549796112033223</id><published>2009-02-09T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:13:03.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kickin It Ol Skool .</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SZDDglLRF2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fcb729Np24A/s1600-h/Image33.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 166px; margin-left:0pt; margin-right:10px; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:10px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SZDDglLRF2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fcb729Np24A/s200/Image33.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300951725917673314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SZDDgdmmVMI/AAAAAAAAABs/eIgdiB62dlE/s1600-h/Image32.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px; margin-left:0pt; margin-right:10px; margin-top:0pt; margin-bottom:10px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SZDDgdmmVMI/AAAAAAAAABs/eIgdiB62dlE/s200/Image32.png" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300951723884827842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;I decided to throw up a few embarrassing OLD pictures from OVER 10 years ago lol. Bad hair styles and unflattering outfits. Lol. Don't laugh. Well.... you can laugh at sometimes how my mom can look like a she-man sometimes. (no offense to men that like to dress as women.). My mom is just toooooo dark for bright red lipstick. She's a beautiful person but come on mom. I know it was the 90's but still.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-2081549796112033223?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2081549796112033223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/kickin-it-ol-skool.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/2081549796112033223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/2081549796112033223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/kickin-it-ol-skool.html' title='Kickin It Ol Skool .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SZDDglLRF2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fcb729Np24A/s72-c/Image33.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-4241985767252745153</id><published>2009-02-09T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T05:34:27.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song .</title><content type='html'>I absolutely love this song. Some people disagree but OH WELL. Fuck Em' this is my blog lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Pretty Ricky - Insecure&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://media.prettyrickydaily.net/addons/audio/player/player.swf" style id="player" name="player" quality="true" allowsciptaccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="autostart=no&amp;amp;bgcolor=#FF6FCF&amp;amp;bg=0x000000&amp;amp;leftbg=0x191919&amp;amp;border=0xe7e7e7&amp;amp;text=0xFF6FCF&amp;amp;lefticon=0xf2984c&amp;amp;rightbg=0x99C9FF&amp;amp;track=0x666666&amp;amp;soundFile=http://media.prettyrickydaily.net/uploads/audio/HBSkRXSbLPn5BRhphgWm.mp3" height="27" width="290"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-4241985767252745153?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4241985767252745153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/song.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/4241985767252745153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/4241985767252745153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/song.html' title='A Song .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-4483622986833924280</id><published>2009-02-08T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T16:30:15.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random .</title><content type='html'>So... I've recently asked a couple people, guys especially, If I looked like this would they date me. lol.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY94d2rJZDI/AAAAAAAAABk/0OCsHDSiSCA/s1600-h/IMAGE_173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY94d2rJZDI/AAAAAAAAABk/0OCsHDSiSCA/s320/IMAGE_173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300587740726387762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd be surprised the answer I got. Even from my CLOSEST of CLOSEST male friends lol. What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-4483622986833924280?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4483622986833924280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/random.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/4483622986833924280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/4483622986833924280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/random.html' title='Random .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY94d2rJZDI/AAAAAAAAABk/0OCsHDSiSCA/s72-c/IMAGE_173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-2141686516369549947</id><published>2009-02-08T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T12:59:21.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Savior or Soldier?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I think of my inner most secrets&lt;br /&gt;And my deepest depression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But It is so easily undetected&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problems of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Will always haunt me tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;It will dictate every emotion&lt;br /&gt;It seals my heart and my mind&lt;br /&gt;From those who desire it&lt;br /&gt;Unknowingly I build a wall&lt;br /&gt;Pushing them away&lt;br /&gt;Protecting myself from hurt&lt;br /&gt;Also incarcerating myself&lt;br /&gt;Begging to get out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Screaming for help&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pounding on the very wall I built&lt;br /&gt;Praying for someone&lt;br /&gt;To demolish it&lt;br /&gt;And save me&lt;br /&gt;Damsel in distress&lt;br /&gt;Or a woman alone&lt;br /&gt;This organ in my chest&lt;br /&gt;Wants to trust&lt;br /&gt;So many past obstacles&lt;br /&gt;And memories&lt;br /&gt;Makes me forget what trust is&lt;br /&gt;No one to confess my secrets to&lt;br /&gt;Except the one I call a savior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A noble courageous soldier&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lies fall from his lips&lt;br /&gt;Honesty no matter the price&lt;br /&gt;My appreciation is endless&lt;br /&gt;With his patience and virtue&lt;br /&gt;He carries this strong burden&lt;br /&gt;Weighing my soul to the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He frees me with his honesty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this poem a while ago, but I changed the ending today because a certain someone in my life made me change my point of view. He's been a VERY good friend to me and I appreciate him. Most of you that know me may THINK you know who I'm talking about and you couldn't me more WRONG. lol. (Only serious.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-2141686516369549947?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2141686516369549947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/savior-or-soldier.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/2141686516369549947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/2141686516369549947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/savior-or-soldier.html' title='Savior or Soldier?'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-6806180692913250321</id><published>2009-02-07T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T09:50:39.748-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tweety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pix'/><title type='text'>Pic of Me .</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/43/m_6a4b2c82fe5e4c6c800a5eb56c819801.jpg" border="0" width="170" height="169" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to add a pic of me just cuz..... I was bored lol.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-6806180692913250321?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6806180692913250321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/pix-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/6806180692913250321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/6806180692913250321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/pix-of-me.html' title='Pic of Me .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904127021002011062.post-5656751677210145948</id><published>2009-02-07T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T09:50:07.932-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tweety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intro'/><title type='text'>So ......... I'm Here .</title><content type='html'>Wut's up world. Well, it's seems as though I have a blog again. This time instead of buying a domain I deicided to try out blogspot. I kind of like it. But hmmm. I'll see how it goes. I'm not quite done with everything but this is as done as it gets until I come back from out of town on Monday. Then I'll get as much situated as possible until I leave back out Friday to go to OF COURSE Florida. I can't wait I have soooooo many plans. Pictures are going to be taken of course :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6904127021002011062-5656751677210145948?l=powerlessheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5656751677210145948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-im-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/5656751677210145948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6904127021002011062/posts/default/5656751677210145948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerlessheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-im-here.html' title='So ......... I&apos;m Here .'/><author><name>TWEETY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389738663506434962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If7OCItNhCg/SY3UYXTSq_I/AAAAAAAAABE/pCxqCJku4Zk/s1600-R/m_df005107e45a4e3a9674c9c04ff04fa8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
