tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756852096867796722024-02-19T00:35:38.515-08:00Simply A Secret.I pour out my mind, when I'm ready.eyeyooxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11945913658616600871noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175685209686779672.post-67936030179593512892011-01-03T21:23:00.001-08:002011-01-03T21:23:00.274-08:00To you.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHpc3m6LFuLnoyG-CAEy7TxvEnEkV1bsC23XGD6teoXSnwe1CB18jScff37WHFl0TQ8oTNIG3aQTsT2_D3wkArzxx7hkKxB9gpCX_ydQzIr9WjWh46dRGqak6LmObqBy-6NeJghvJ9h8qW/s1600/ily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHpc3m6LFuLnoyG-CAEy7TxvEnEkV1bsC23XGD6teoXSnwe1CB18jScff37WHFl0TQ8oTNIG3aQTsT2_D3wkArzxx7hkKxB9gpCX_ydQzIr9WjWh46dRGqak6LmObqBy-6NeJghvJ9h8qW/s320/ily.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>eyeyooxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11945913658616600871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175685209686779672.post-91897557279757011942010-12-23T11:09:00.000-08:002010-12-23T11:09:26.795-08:00My World!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYeR1gi7IFQQCN17MuGy8WNfL4ye6uBtQWQEluFfSKoNC6Xd1azkgKCLMDwmZdPTH1LJjXEtlGyVUU2O_K8y8cGYbppQaRv_ymWK0NDmGmiUwLVLNiCfr3QBpKbXHyuer-SRc7X6FO4709/s1600/Picture1378.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYeR1gi7IFQQCN17MuGy8WNfL4ye6uBtQWQEluFfSKoNC6Xd1azkgKCLMDwmZdPTH1LJjXEtlGyVUU2O_K8y8cGYbppQaRv_ymWK0NDmGmiUwLVLNiCfr3QBpKbXHyuer-SRc7X6FO4709/s320/Picture1378.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This little girl is literally MY WORLD<3<br />
Faith Oluwatomiwa Idowu</td></tr>
</tbody></table>eyeyooxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11945913658616600871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175685209686779672.post-46328092436575761672010-12-15T22:34:00.000-08:002010-12-15T22:34:03.838-08:00Falling for you, I can't lie."My love is too <b>real</b> to be thrown back in my face."<div> - when I love, I love with my whole heart, mind, body, and soul.</div>eyeyooxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11945913658616600871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175685209686779672.post-20750988266171726272010-12-12T15:03:00.000-08:002010-12-12T15:03:29.155-08:00Sticks and stones may break my bones...but words <strong>DO</strong> hurt me.<br />
I'm not even gona lie.<br />
I've got to be the most emotional female ever.<br />
Insecure too, I think that's why alot of things tend to affect me personally.<br />
but ehh, it's life, I guess. <span style="color: #b6d7a8;">*Kanye shrug</span><br />
alot of people DON'T know me.<br />
they "think" they do, but in actuality nobody really does but the ones I tell almost everything to,<br />
the ones I truly trust.... there's only a few of them and I'd love to keep it that way.eyeyooxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11945913658616600871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175685209686779672.post-8295912739445372622010-10-04T21:49:00.000-07:002010-10-04T21:49:30.368-07:00Blogs, blah, blogs.I really love reading other peoples' blogs.<br />
they interest me in many ways and give me ideas.<br />
I just need a little help in getting this stuff together.<br />
Getting everything together.eyeyooxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11945913658616600871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175685209686779672.post-33264034860521950282010-10-03T19:05:00.000-07:002010-10-03T19:05:12.120-07:00You actually do need them.<span class="sqq">“A friend is someone who understands your past, believes in your future, and accepts you just the way you are."</span><br />
<br />
<span class="sqq">“Even though we've changed and we're all finding our own place in the world, we all know that when the tears fall or the smile spreads across our face, we'll come to each other because no matter where this crazy world takes us, nothing will ever change so much to the point where we're not all still friends.”</span>eyeyooxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11945913658616600871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175685209686779672.post-40434949373282175692010-10-01T22:10:00.000-07:002010-10-01T22:10:12.853-07:00Bottled.I don't understand how you're nice to people but they don't appreciate the shit you do for them. That is one way to truly piss me off. Cause I took time out of my fucking day to do something kind and I get treated like shit in return? Fuck that. How bout I just be a bitch to everybody. Let's see how that feels. Nahh, you know what.... If I treated you the way you treated me you would truly hate me. But me on the other hand, I have no idea why I haven't just popped off yet. That's unusual like I just bottle up everything I wana say and keep it hidden. I honestly wana break down and cry cause this has been some kinda week and it's not getting any better. I just want my life back to the way it was, where I would be the bitch and someone would still love me despite the way I treated them. I wish somethings didn't happen but they did. It's life and I gotta keep it moving with my head held high and can't let no one bring me down no longer:)eyeyooxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11945913658616600871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175685209686779672.post-46005506704867538912010-09-25T12:01:00.000-07:002010-09-25T12:01:53.150-07:00Innocent.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk-Y882eTlddy_qZEsOnGEeitjMxznJFcGRoHcEIF5ZGA_DK_ZOJzFl582RXIo2jRxtVGcL0X2BM9QoYRMpT5zNufT5qPnImFZf9D8ijRskbgJ42alNJtV0-m2f5JKM6d_d_3eKiJCbCUx/s1600/Photo1415.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk-Y882eTlddy_qZEsOnGEeitjMxznJFcGRoHcEIF5ZGA_DK_ZOJzFl582RXIo2jRxtVGcL0X2BM9QoYRMpT5zNufT5qPnImFZf9D8ijRskbgJ42alNJtV0-m2f5JKM6d_d_3eKiJCbCUx/s320/Photo1415.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="sqq">“<a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/growth_means_change_and_change_involves_risk/13493.html">Growth means change and change involves risk, stepping from the known to the unknown.</a>”</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>eyeyooxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11945913658616600871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175685209686779672.post-49192130755961705122010-09-10T18:19:00.000-07:002010-09-10T18:19:04.468-07:00Whippin' Work!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVFMcDQSacLnv_zJ63NCruXN8KaAhlDa-RQwV79-Y9sUPs7x4fNhL1CKCsjYNdmpw0vLpAugI1-6GXRlhOCHooSChyuwtsWkGZmkqQ7dG8zg7DbbQL-nztdE8z1czg-ojDBJMb-b19c4La/s1600/Impalaaaaaaaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVFMcDQSacLnv_zJ63NCruXN8KaAhlDa-RQwV79-Y9sUPs7x4fNhL1CKCsjYNdmpw0vLpAugI1-6GXRlhOCHooSChyuwtsWkGZmkqQ7dG8zg7DbbQL-nztdE8z1czg-ojDBJMb-b19c4La/s320/Impalaaaaaaaa.jpg" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ridin' like a thusss;)</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLyqtKZnRDZnJ4AhTAN25JtAYu5K2Ir9UAwSZgO8gSIkMpzoakiRwdraSfZcZePB9U-HkVX4SqBCbwchZVFGt6fque4GeF07A8anddJTeMkZyZUUm303OM4-6Myq4eoxbZ6zYu6zFVS3lk/s1600/Tauruss+sexiii.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLyqtKZnRDZnJ4AhTAN25JtAYu5K2Ir9UAwSZgO8gSIkMpzoakiRwdraSfZcZePB9U-HkVX4SqBCbwchZVFGt6fque4GeF07A8anddJTeMkZyZUUm303OM4-6Myq4eoxbZ6zYu6zFVS3lk/s320/Tauruss+sexiii.jpg" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ima Taurus babyyy:)</td></tr>
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I'd be happy to get one of these.<br />
I'm getting one of thesee!!!! (I better)<br />
I'm awaiting February & I'll be free to driveeeee alone and not get in trouble;)eyeyooxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11945913658616600871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175685209686779672.post-73686989540908199712010-09-10T18:04:00.001-07:002010-09-10T18:04:56.351-07:00Plain & Simple.it's plain but nobody wants to help me fix it so it'll be like this til' I get the hang of it!eyeyooxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11945913658616600871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175685209686779672.post-73304501166390162582010-09-10T17:23:00.000-07:002010-09-10T17:23:18.678-07:00Hmm...Maybe I should update my music and everything.eyeyooxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11945913658616600871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175685209686779672.post-74033827000254879732010-09-09T22:08:00.000-07:002010-09-09T22:08:46.513-07:00Might as well..I'm up late and I haven't been blogging.<br />
My mind just doesn't come to it.<br />
but anyways time to catch up on my life..(sorta)<br />
smh it's been something alright.<br />
Junior Year is not what's up.<br />
Mr.Graham can get the business but he gotta go!<br />
I ain't playin'.<br />
I wana say boys are overrated but to be honest I don't really have a good understanding to what it means.<br />
Boys are confusing. but my friend told me, "The ones that play games are." Soooo true. and I had to find out for myself. Not fun. <br />
Let's seee Clifford... He's something else. I'm not even supposed to be talking to him again, technically I don't even think we're "talking" again:/ or if we ever stopped. but let me rewind real quick.<br />
Clifford used to call like alot over the Summer or text me but I always ignored him. I figured he liked me... I was right. but I had to find out in the worst way possible. well it's not really all that bad. but I found out thru my friend that I like... uhmmm which made things kinda confusing after that! Long story short We liked it each other... THEN school started and everything changed. like seriously? I felt like Clifford tried to play me and they were right all long. I let them rub in my face, not a good idea ):<br />
but anyways I'm dumb enough to talk to him again. it's obvious I didn't learn the first time. but Can I Live? shooot. People make mistakes so what! I live for mistakes even though that's reaalllyyy bad! I'll grow up someday.<br />
Until then I'll be the childish, laugh at everything, annoying little BITCH everyone loves to hate/adore:)eyeyooxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11945913658616600871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175685209686779672.post-80048601667077377222010-08-17T09:20:00.000-07:002010-08-17T09:20:59.361-07:00Sorry!I just got this a few wks ago and I'm aready neglecting.<br />
Lately I just haven't been in the mood to open up, you know?<br />
but let's catch up on my life....<br />
<br />
Yesterday I texted Handsome...<br />
the <span style="color: #073763;"><em>only </em></span><span style="color: black;">reason I did was because my sister opened her big mouth and told me something I wasn't supposed to know and it pushed me to text him...</span><br />
I was soooo scared but Ashley & Chelsi told me I should do it.<br />
I thought if he would reply he would cuss me out and say why the fuck are you talking to me :/<br />
maybe cause we left things on bad terms. In June I texted him and told him I blame him for everything and that because of him I got pregnant and had an abortion (I shouldn't play with that) and just makin' bs up. He go mad and went off then I did too. but he had the audacity to switch things up and make shit up. Pissed me off... can't believe I fell in love with youuu. but anyways we had the byfar <em><span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d;">weirdest</span></em> convo ever! it was like we've been talking since forever. I felt so awkward. I was like wtf... I don't see why I was just a tad bit happy :/ To be honest I'm not even getting anything out it.<br />
<br />
then there's boy.<br />
I decided to text him at like 5 something in the morning.<br />
I swear I never sleep, smfh. Well I thought he wasn't gona text me back because I haven't talked to him in 798973874879 yrs and I told him that!<br />
Not my fault. I felt neglected. He so called says he was "busy" haaa yeaa righhtt.<br />
then I think I fucked up cause I was acting like a BITCH and he ended it with "Wow." I apologized?<br />
<br />
OMGGGGGGGGGGGGG :(<br />
My Cousin Love leaves today </3< p=""><br />
and my brother, OF COURSE, had to ruin and everything (like always) and we can't go to San Antonio today >:|<br />
like seriouslyy, come on mann. I haven't seen him since friday! and that's not normal. I guess though. Hopefully he'll swing by!!!! Hopefully...<br />
<br />
there's much more to say but Ima stop here til' later tonight.<br />
I hope I remember...eyeyooxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11945913658616600871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175685209686779672.post-49972125341856420202010-08-05T15:12:00.000-07:002010-08-05T15:12:17.654-07:00SERIOUSLY?My Mom is a FUCKING hoe.<br />
she said NO.<br />
I'm done.eyeyooxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11945913658616600871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175685209686779672.post-16025651218519250472010-08-05T12:43:00.000-07:002010-08-05T12:43:02.613-07:00Yeeee :) :/ :D :( ;D :'(I'm TOO excited for the Wdym Fashion Show.<br />
Ugh but everything's been goinn soooo WRONG.<br />
:( I'm hoping & praying my mom doesn't try & hoe me.<br />
I willll cry like noo joke cause then I woulda been wasting my time.<br />
These past few days have been extremely <em><span style="color: #cc0000;">horrible</span></em>.<br />
My mom <em>gladly</em> hoed me and didn't wana take out my hair.<br />
soo NO perm for me. Now I have to wear this troll doll weave.<br />
I decided to wash it so it can look somewhat "decent." I'm keeping my hopes <strong>up</strong>.<br />
I want these curls to come out right. if they don't fml. I juss wana look good.<br />
I haven't really got an outfit yet either. I was supposed to go get my dress last wknd from Forever21<3 !!!!<br />
but Mommy decided she didn't wana go to Katy Mills. Good thing we atleast went to JcPenny's.<br />
I'm not gona lie they got some goooood stuff ((: Got me a skirt thankk goodnesss. Cause it's bout to save me. I didn't wana wear heels but I'm forced to now. Thanks to Angel & Caitlyn!<br />
<br />
"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."<br />
- Oscar Wilde<br />
<br />
Yesterday I found out some bad news :( it got me all worried and stufff :/ <br />
Why do I care bout the people in my life so much??<br />
I always wonder do they care bout me.... I need an answer.<br />
but DAMN I really hope things turn out for the better.<br />
<br />
"What seems to us as bitter trials, are often blessings in disguise."<br />
- Oscar Wildeeyeyooxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11945913658616600871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175685209686779672.post-69028619179277321922010-08-04T01:27:00.000-07:002010-08-04T01:29:11.991-07:00Bad Habits :/<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">damnn, I really think this is becoming a problem!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I haven't slept in like three days or more :/</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Medicine can't even help this.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm scared for school to come around & I'm still like this.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Anywho. since I'm up (:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I have this tincy-wincy crush <333</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">but Idkk bout it yet.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We'll see bout this...</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Haha I think Ima playaaaa.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">if youu <em><span style="color: yellow;">ONLY</span></em> knew ;))</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">but it's allll secretss.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">- what you've done in the dark will light up one day.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">when that happens I'm screwed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">untilllll then catch me on the flip side (:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">lol there's <span style="color: yellow;">always</span> a back-uppp.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Meet The Browns:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Sasha: What happened to your back-up?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Renee: Eugene was my back-up.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Will: Eugene "The Machine" ?? Don't ask me how I know that.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">but even back-ups cann fail.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Maybe I should jusss be that "good" girlll againn?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Ahhh who am I kidding, I wana live on the wild side for once.</span>eyeyooxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11945913658616600871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175685209686779672.post-17821662573792439922010-08-03T20:24:00.000-07:002010-08-03T20:24:56.262-07:00CompliCATEd.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizb_d1O1MZrIjRwJHFOxtC-dpwY42l5nYgH-E1dDAJmG4Gs5gKqzgc-k-zwzg3wOtdlZJOpECzP41gNcNoikjkrQnOYnx_H6Pr5II8qbGgGqf7vUGl6D52jZ3McVYlq2N1SsLaJ1QJ_kb1/s1600/Big+Sean3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" bx="true" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizb_d1O1MZrIjRwJHFOxtC-dpwY42l5nYgH-E1dDAJmG4Gs5gKqzgc-k-zwzg3wOtdlZJOpECzP41gNcNoikjkrQnOYnx_H6Pr5II8qbGgGqf7vUGl6D52jZ3McVYlq2N1SsLaJ1QJ_kb1/s400/Big+Sean3.jpg" width="266" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I will marry this guy.<br />
No Lie, Mrs. <span style="color: #134f5c;">Anderson </span><3</td></tr>
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