<?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-11680144</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:14:31.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Life, Love &amp; Lost</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-116624826128632267</id><published>2006-12-16T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T22:08:01.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6644/957/1600/59277/Kelly%20Clarkson28MC2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6644/957/400/417590/Kelly%20Clarkson28MC2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure I won't be posting much between now and Christmas, so I hope y'all have a great one! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-116624826128632267?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/116624826128632267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=116624826128632267' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/116624826128632267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/116624826128632267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-116356516662396430</id><published>2006-11-15T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:33:43.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sassy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That's right, it's the hooker's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Sassy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy your birthday and I wish I could be there again this year for it to celebrate it with you, but I can't. =( I wish you love and happiness for yer birthday. Love you chica! *hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-116356516662396430?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/116356516662396430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=116356516662396430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/116356516662396430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/116356516662396430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday-sassy.html' title='Happy Birthday Sassy!'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-116174770073817814</id><published>2006-10-24T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T21:04:08.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October Surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6644/957/1600/1023CoverPhoto.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6644/957/320/1023CoverPhoto.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you may (or may not) know, Buffalo was hit hard with snow almost two weeks ago. The snow wasn't what was bad, it's the timing of it. The leaves weren't fully off of the trees, so the snow weighed the branches down 'cause of the leaves. A couple people died from it and a few more died 'cause they put generators in their house which caused carbon monoxide to fill their houses...lesson learned, NEVER put a generator in your house. It's a sad lesson to learn though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow didn't last that long, it pretty much melted away in 2-3 days, but workers are still trying to take care of all of the debris that's all over the city. They say "the tree debris alone would fill every square inch of Ralph Wilson Stadium to a height of 28 stories, about the same height as City Hall.". That's A LOT of wood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of people left without power...here's a timeline on how many people were left without it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY, OCT. 13 - 397,000 CUSTOMERS WITHOUT POWER&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY, OCT. 14 - 357,000 CUSTOMERS WITHOUT POWER&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY, OCT. 15 - 297,000 CUSTOMERS WITHOUT POWER&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY, OCT. 16 - 227,000 CUSTOMERS WITHOUT POWER&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY, OCT. 17 - 151,000 CUSTOMERS WITHOUT POWER&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY, OCT. 18 - 101,0000 CUSTOMERS WITHOUT POWER&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY, OCT. 19 - 64,000 CUSTOMERS WITHOUT POWER&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY, OCT. 20 - 22,000 CUSTOMERS WITHOUT POWER&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY, OCT. 21 - 4,500 CUSTOMERS WITHOUT POWER&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY, OCT. 22 - 500 CUSTOMERS WITHOUT POWER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully everyone has their power back on. For all the workers from Buffalo and all the other states that came here to help with all the debris and power, I would like to thank you (I doubt any of them will be reading this). =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-116174770073817814?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/116174770073817814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=116174770073817814' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/116174770073817814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/116174770073817814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-surprise.html' title='October Surprise!'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-115999751189539048</id><published>2006-10-04T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T21:31:21.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Good Reasons to Be a Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I got an e-mail from a friend of mine and this was in it. I thought it was pretty funny =)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 Good Reasons to Be a Woman...&lt;br /&gt;1. Chocolate for us is just as good as any other man.&lt;br /&gt;2. We never have to buy our own drinks at the bar.&lt;br /&gt;3. We piss sitting down so its easier to pass out on the toilet when you're drunk.&lt;br /&gt;4. We get out of speeding tickets by crying, or by showing a little cleavage or leg.&lt;br /&gt;5. We can look at underwear catalogues without being called "perverts".&lt;br /&gt;6. We can sleep our way to the top of the class.&lt;br /&gt;7. We get to shop at Victoria's Secret.&lt;br /&gt;8. We can marry rich and then not have to work.&lt;br /&gt;9. We never have to pay when we go out on dates.&lt;br /&gt;10. We can go to our beautician without being stared at and being called wierd.&lt;br /&gt;11. Men light our cigarettes for us.&lt;br /&gt;12. Men hold the door open for us.&lt;br /&gt;13. We pout better (those puppy dog eyes always work!) .&lt;br /&gt;14. We're cuter.&lt;br /&gt;15. We lie better.&lt;br /&gt;16. We're better manipulators.&lt;br /&gt;17. We always end up sleeping in the bed when we fight with our other halves - you guys get the couch.&lt;br /&gt;18. We always have food in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;19. We don't worry about losing our hair.&lt;br /&gt;20. We always get to choose the movie.&lt;br /&gt;21. We don't have to mow the lawn.&lt;br /&gt;22. We don't have to take out the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;23. We don't have to paint the house or walls.&lt;br /&gt;24. PMS - yet another excuse to bitch at men.&lt;br /&gt;25. Cosmopolitan.&lt;br /&gt;26. We can con our way out of anything - not just dig ourselves deeper into a hole.&lt;br /&gt;27. Men unlock our side of the car first- a real bonus when its cold.&lt;br /&gt;28. PMS is a legal defense for murder.&lt;br /&gt;29. Men are like tiles, lay them right the first time, and ya can walk all over them forever.&lt;br /&gt;30. We have a life apart from football, cars and sex.&lt;br /&gt;31. 2 words - multiple orgasms.&lt;br /&gt;32. We don't have to constantly adjust our genitals.&lt;br /&gt;33. Sweat is sexy on us.&lt;br /&gt;34. We never run out of excuses.&lt;br /&gt;35. You guys may get to think about sex 200 times a day, but we could be having it that often.&lt;br /&gt;36. We can cook.&lt;br /&gt;37. We get expensive jewelry as gifts that we NEVER have to give back.&lt;br /&gt;38. We get candy, flowers and jewelry all the time cuz men screw up so often.&lt;br /&gt;39. We can give "the look" that will make any man want to cower in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;40. Women are more hygenic.&lt;br /&gt;41. Women have more than one erogenous zone (in case you guys didn't know).&lt;br /&gt;42. We're better arguers.&lt;br /&gt;43. We don't think with our genitals.&lt;br /&gt;44. We can have children without having intercourse with men.&lt;br /&gt;45. Our brains have the ability to listen.&lt;br /&gt;46. We never have to sit home alone on a weekend night.&lt;br /&gt;47. Even if we have small breasts, we'd still be able to make love.&lt;br /&gt;48. We're flexible.&lt;br /&gt;49. When women get pissed we don't destroy property or hurt people - we just take it out on the world in general because we can.&lt;br /&gt;50. Menopause - thank god we're not capable of having children after we're 50.&lt;br /&gt;51. Menstruation - just another excuse to use so we can say "no" to sex.&lt;br /&gt;52. Men in uniform.&lt;br /&gt;53. There is no penis envy.&lt;br /&gt;54. We are smarter than men.&lt;br /&gt;55. We are less violent than men.&lt;br /&gt;56. We have a higher tolerance to pain.&lt;br /&gt;57. We often get to cut in line.&lt;br /&gt;58. Most women actually look good in short shorts - men DON'T.&lt;br /&gt;59. We get better tips.&lt;br /&gt;60. Women who don't wear underwear are considered sexy and wild. When men do it, it's rather disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;61. We have mastered civilized eating - we don't embarrass our friends or make loud bodily noises in public.&lt;br /&gt;62. Women can go a day without showering or shaving and not look or smell wierd.&lt;br /&gt;63. We can connive men into doing our homework, writing our papers or carrying our books anytime we want.&lt;br /&gt;64. We don't have excessive amounts of body hair.&lt;br /&gt;65. We don't spend 45 minutes on the "throne".&lt;br /&gt;66. We actually brush our teeth without waking up in the morning and killing all the living things once we open our mouths.&lt;br /&gt;67. Smoking the seeds in marijuana doesn't make us sterile.&lt;br /&gt;68. We can throw a punch at a man and not get hit in return.&lt;br /&gt;69. Men may fantasize about having sex with more than one woman at a time, but we can have sex with an entire football team at once if we want.&lt;br /&gt;70. Men walk on the side of the sidewalk closest to the road so that if a car hits us, he gets hurt not us.&lt;br /&gt;71. Women sweat less.&lt;br /&gt;72. Women smell better.&lt;br /&gt;73. We don't have to squeeze our legs together when we meet someone we like.&lt;br /&gt;74. Men cheat much more than we women do.&lt;br /&gt;75. Women don't get the humour in the three stooges.&lt;br /&gt;76. We are not heartless.&lt;br /&gt;77. We don't get embarrassed when buying tampons.&lt;br /&gt;78. We're better gossipers.&lt;br /&gt;79. We have better fashion sense.&lt;br /&gt;80. We're better shoppers.&lt;br /&gt;81. We don't have to make fools out of ourselves to impress a man.&lt;br /&gt;82. Our friends don't pick on us if we aren't sleeping with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;83. Men don't know what our 'girl talk' is all about (and I'm not gonna tell you) .&lt;br /&gt;84. It's kinda exciting to know that men don't understand what we're saying about them.&lt;br /&gt;85. We don't have to drive when on a date.&lt;br /&gt;86. A not so good looking woman can use makeup and get a new hairdo to become presentable, but a not so good looking guy can't do that.&lt;br /&gt;87. Women can use the old "that mark on my neck is from a curling iron burn" line.&lt;br /&gt;88. Women know how to fake it.&lt;br /&gt;89. Women look better naked.&lt;br /&gt;90. We actually care about other people.&lt;br /&gt;91. When women are short, we're petite, when men are short, they're just short.&lt;br /&gt;92. Women do less time for violent crime.&lt;br /&gt;93. Women don't have to worry about not being able to get it up.&lt;br /&gt;94. An oblong vegetable is all we need for a good time any night.&lt;br /&gt;95. Women's conversations generally consist of more than just "uh huh, yep, ok, then bye".&lt;br /&gt;96. Women don't need an excuse to be in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;97. Women never have to see combat.&lt;br /&gt;98. The remote control is not an extension of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;99. Women are sexier.&lt;br /&gt;100. Face it guys women have the power to obtain anything they want without spending a dime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-115999751189539048?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/115999751189539048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=115999751189539048' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/115999751189539048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/115999751189539048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/10/100-good-reasons-to-be-woman.html' title='100 Good Reasons to Be a Woman'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-115899250284924948</id><published>2006-09-23T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T23:37:37.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Every Woman Wants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6644/957/1600/Remote%20Ad-ons.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6644/957/400/Remote%20Ad-ons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, I did a little make-over to the remote. I hope y'all like it. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-115899250284924948?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/115899250284924948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=115899250284924948' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/115899250284924948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/115899250284924948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-every-woman-wants.html' title='What Every Woman Wants'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-115813169476048574</id><published>2006-09-13T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T00:24:02.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Months...</title><content type='html'>It's been two months since a very good friend of mine died. I miss him A LOT. Everytime I pass his house, I just wanna breakdown and cry. Yesterday, I finally went to visit his grave site at the cemetry and I bawled like a baby. I still can not believe he's gone...FOREVER. It just seems so unreal and I fell like I should be waking up at any minute, but I know it's real and the pain that I'm holding inside is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wanna put my hand through a wall so something on my body will hurt more than what my heart is hurting. Why can't people be more like cars? When the engine's shot, you can just replace it with a good used one or a new one...why can't you do that with everything in humans? I just wish that it wasn't so damn easy to die from slipping on some rocks! I know that there's a reason for everything, but I wanna know the reason why a 19 yr old has to die? I'm just so tired of pain in my heart. Either by people lying to me or by the people that I love, dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was at his grave, his Mom told me that him and I should have hooked up and we probably should have, but for the past couple of years, I've thought of him as the little brother I've never had, even though he was taller than me. I knew him for over half his life and longer than most of the people I knew or know. The last thing I said to him was "See ya later.", but I never got to. =( I never even got to hug him, which I usually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him and I used to hang out all the time and do some things that very, very, very few people even know about. I just want him back in my life, but I know he's in my heart and he'll always be there. It's just really sad that he never even got a chance to get married, have kids, or any of that stuff. *starts crying* Well, I better go before I get my keyboard all messed up from tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-115813169476048574?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/115813169476048574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=115813169476048574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/115813169476048574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/115813169476048574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/09/two-months.html' title='Two Months...'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-115759560398559770</id><published>2006-09-06T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T09:56:28.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Every Man Wants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6644/957/1600/ShowLetter.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6644/957/400/ShowLetter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's a picture from an e-mail that a friend sent me. I thought I was pretty funny although some of us women need a remote for men.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-115759560398559770?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/115759560398559770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=115759560398559770' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/115759560398559770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/115759560398559770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-every-man-wants.html' title='What Every Man Wants'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-115734326104410838</id><published>2006-09-04T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T22:21:15.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awww!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6644/957/1600/forgeevness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6644/957/320/forgeevness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;How cute is that! A friend sent me a site that had this picture on it and I thought it was one of the most adorable things I have ever seen. After looking at these bunnies on the site, I want a bunny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-115734326104410838?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/115734326104410838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=115734326104410838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/115734326104410838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/115734326104410838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/09/awww.html' title='Awww!!!'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-115575747554446655</id><published>2006-08-16T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T22:16:00.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;As some of you know, I visited Sassy last week. I had a good time there, but it went by way too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sassy, Jess, and I went to the bar on Saturday night. Jess and I played pool against each other while Sassy was wandering around the bar. Jess isn't as bad at pool as she claims she is. Whether it was the alcohol that was helping her or not. =Þ They got drunk, so I had to drive them home. We took a little detour, but I don't wanna get into that. Jess left to go home on Sunday, but I wish she could have stayed longer. But before Jess left that day, we went to Sassy's sister's house and I finally got to meet her sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday-Wednesday Sassy had to work, and when her Dad left for work, I was home alone with her dogs. It wasn't too bad...I washed some dishes, watched tv, called Sassy at work to see how she was doing, and that's about it 'til Sassy got home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, it poured. Friday, she got her car back, so we went to cash her check and did a little shopping. Friday night, Sassy and I went to the bar with her Dad. When we went to play pool, she teamed up with her Dad while I was stuck teamed up with this one drunk who kept hitting on Sassy and me. Heh. The drunk and I lost 'cause he knocked the 8 ball in before knocking our other balls in. Pfft. After the drunk got another beer, he came back over to us. He was getting in real close to me, so I started to raise the pool stick I had in my hand. One of Sassy's friends came over and helped us get rid of him. Then we played pool again and I teamed up with Mike. He said he's only played pool once....yeah riiiiiiiiiiiight! I'm just glad he was on my team 'cause we won that game. =D =Þ While Sassy was watching her friends play darts, I was watching Mike play pool against his Dad. They both are very good at pool. I was impressed. Well, when it was time to leave, I had to drive them home 'cause they were DRUNK. We all were hungry, so we stopped at a White Castle and her Dad wanted 30 cheeseburgers. Granted, their cheeseburgers are small, but damn, that's a lot of burgers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Sassy and I went to her sister's house. Then we went with her sister to take her kids to her and Sassy's Mom's house. When we got inside the house, her Mom's dog barked a whole lot at me. It looked like it wanted to bite me, but was too scared to. It seemed like every muscle I moved "RUFF, RUFF, RUFF, RUFF...". Anyway, Sassy, her sis, and I went to Old Navy, then went to her sister's house and picked up her car and we went home. Saturday night, Sassy, her sister, her sister's hub, and some of her friends went bowling. It was fun! I've come to learn that Sassy's sister is a trip! Dude, she is awesome. I'm glad I got to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, packing day. =( I got all ready to go home, but I wasn't ready to go home. I wish I could have stayed longer, maybe next time. Her sister came to pick us up and take me to the airport. They dropped me off...Sassy and I got out of the vehicle and hugged each other. I was about to cry, but held the tears back, somewhat. Well, I had to wait in the airport for about three hours, so I played some games on my cell phone and listened to music 'til it was time to board the plane. Got on the plane.....blah blah blah....then I was home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you Sassy &amp;amp; Jess!!! *cries*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-115575747554446655?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/115575747554446655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=115575747554446655' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/115575747554446655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/115575747554446655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-vacation.html' title='My Vacation'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-115534367658574262</id><published>2006-08-11T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T22:16:38.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;At Sassy's...another post will follow when I get back home. =Þ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-115534367658574262?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/115534367658574262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=115534367658574262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/115534367658574262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/115534367658574262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/08/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm....'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-115371007647886580</id><published>2006-07-23T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T22:18:03.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmmm....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6644/957/1600/Kelly%20Clarkson09.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6644/957/320/Kelly%20Clarkson09.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Kelly Clarkson ROCKS!!!! I lub her! *blushes*&lt;br /&gt;She was AWESOME in concert and I can't wait 'til next year.&lt;br /&gt;I got me a picture of her when she got two rows away from me. =D&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOHOOOOO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-115371007647886580?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/115371007647886580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=115371007647886580' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/115371007647886580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/115371007647886580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/07/mmmmm.html' title='Mmmmm....'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-115164015363078385</id><published>2006-06-29T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T21:02:33.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Actress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6644/957/1600/Eliza%20Dushku05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6644/957/320/Eliza%20Dushku05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Here's a picture of my favorite actress and for those that don't know who it is, this is Eliza Dushku. I LOVE her! Besides the fact that she's hot &amp; sexy, I think she is an awesome actress. I would love to act with her one day...the only thing is, I'll probably freeze up once I meet her in person or faint. Anyway, I'm gonna go masterbate to her picture before I got to bed. Tah-tah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psst...I'm not really gonna masterbate to Eliza's pic, I'm gonna masterbate to Sassy's pic. *grins evilly* MWAHAHAHA!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-115164015363078385?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/115164015363078385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=115164015363078385' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/115164015363078385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/115164015363078385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/06/favorite-actress.html' title='Favorite Actress'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-115032960421750520</id><published>2006-06-14T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T17:27:16.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Actresses &amp; Actors</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought I'd write down my favorite 5 Actresses and 5 Actors. If you don't know who they are, just click on their name and it'll show you a picture of them and if it doesn't work, then you done fucked something up. Haha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 Favorite Actresses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sexydesktop.co.uk/rn/dushku101024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eliza Dushku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jordana-brewster.org/gallery/albums/uploads/Movies/Screencaps/DEBS/normal_debs_(272).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jordana Brewster&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mymostwanted.com/gallery/data/1404/sarahshahi-dot-org_maximmagazine-009.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah Shahi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://stress.no/images/image_bann/pussycat_nicole_scherzinger.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nicole Scherzinger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.duboseknows.com/Gateway/EMitchell/EM058.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Elizabeth Mitchell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 Favorite Actors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jttonline.co.uk/gallery/magazines/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jonathan Taylor Thomas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianbale.net/galleries/eqprod/col/images/FrenchStill-Equilibrium2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christian Bale&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.waposdecine.com/jimcaviezel/jca09g.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jim Caviezel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecinemasource.com/moviesdb/images/Ryan_Reynolds%20-%207%20-%20Blade_Trinity.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ryan Reynolds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yourcrowbar.blogger.com.br/chris%20evans.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris Evans&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-115032960421750520?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/115032960421750520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=115032960421750520' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/115032960421750520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/115032960421750520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/06/actresses-actors.html' title='Actresses &amp; Actors'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-114973598972877927</id><published>2006-06-07T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T20:07:57.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's a movie quote from "100 Girls". It's a movie about this guy who had sex with this one girl in an elevator while it was totally dark, so he's trying to find out who it is and he goes through 100 girls, to find out which one it was in the elevator. I thought it was a cute/funny/romantic quote and here it is....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0006958/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;: Without you, I'm as lonely as an abandoned dog on the side of a highway. I have gift anxiety, even though I don't know when your birthday is. We can spend perfect days shopping and cleaning together. I swear, I'll never make wisecracks when you scrape your tires against the curb while parallel parking. If you consent to live with me, I'll clean the toilet every week. I'll do it with my tongue if you ask. I will strike the words "hooters" and "love rockets" from my vocabulary. I'll love you. Even if your name is Mimi and you want me to pronounce it "May May". I will only pass gas underneath the covers and under the direst of circumstances. Hell, I'll go on a low cholesterol diet. And I won't buy one of those red sports cars when I hit my mid-life crisis. Your parents can come visit us every week, even if your mom is a witch with a capital B. And your folks don't have to go to a retirement home because they can come live with us. I declare, I'll separate the whites from the colors and learn the mysteries of hot and cold water washes. I'll never huff and puff while waiting for you to put on my makeup. If you're a cat person, I'll never point out the fact that a dog can save your life from drowning, but a cat can't. I will happily go see chick flicks with you, like "Pride and Prejudice". I'll make a point to trying new food like okra gumbo. I won't curl my nose at vegetables whose awful taste is disguised by having cheese on it. I pledge to always say "yes" when you ask, "Is my hair looking okay tonight?" I'm gonna bring a whole new meaning to the word "cuddle". I'll be thoughtful enough to read your horoscope every day. I'm gonna save every birthday card you send me! And I'll actually write you real letters when we're apart. I'm never gonna expect you to know where I left my car keys, and I'll never leave my socks on the floor. With me, you'll find the cap is always on the toothpaste. I'll start wearing those bikini style underwear if you like. My belly button will always be lint free. I want to full-on kiss your clitoris. It will be the most passionate, intimate experience you've ever had. I declare now, I will give my life for you. And if you fail to come to me, I know some part of me will surely die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-114973598972877927?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/114973598972877927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=114973598972877927' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/114973598972877927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/114973598972877927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/06/movie-quote.html' title='Movie Quote'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-114957022138607632</id><published>2006-06-06T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T22:07:30.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Girl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love this song, so I wanted to show you the lyrics to it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Special Girl by NB Ridaz feat. Angelina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{Intro}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the ridaz (yeah) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm looking for that special girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My super woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Chorus}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Man}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Lord &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On my knees can you hear my prayers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is she really out there I need to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause my whole life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've searched the whole world &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking for that special girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{Angelina}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Lord &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On my knees can you hear my prayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is he really out there I need to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause my whole life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've searched the whole world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me be your special girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Verse 1}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't wait to see your face &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the way that you smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The one to hold tight when your days are down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you need a shoulder you can count on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's the kind of man that I wanna be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you out there let me know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I searched the whole wide world &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until I find that someone, my special girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you know who you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just make yourself seen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need that super woman &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That only exist in my dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep you warm and close&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kiss from your head to your toes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As our feelings keep growing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And will never get old&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take a chance with my love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby I want you so bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause real love is something that I never had&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I'll find you someday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart will never give up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soon we will be together and no longer apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Til that day comes I'll be searching for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just remember pretty girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This rida loves you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Chorus}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Verse 2}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need someone who's gonna be there for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A real woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who understands, and loves, and respects a man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And knows sometimes that I can't be at home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll never lie and deceive you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always trust and believe you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you really out there I need to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm tired of the lonely nights &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause all I want is a happy home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And to see you an me smiling for the whole world to see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause all I really need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone who's gonna ride for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter the situation that we facing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll be by my side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ready to lay it all on the line &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I'm asking for is your love and affection&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your hugs and kisses just to know you miss me when I'm gone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when I need you the most you're just a phone call away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My best friend on the other end &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Telling me everything will be okay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{Man}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On my knees can you hear my prayers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is she really out there I need to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause my whole life I've searched the whole world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking for that special girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{Angelina}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is he really out there I need to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been sittin' and waitin' here all alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turn my dreams into reality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord I've been waiting patiently&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone to hold me when I'm afraid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To protect me and comfort me everyday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To stand by me and believe in me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever on my knees I pray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Chorus}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Man}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, just help me find her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're my special girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know your out there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm going to find you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-114957022138607632?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/114957022138607632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=114957022138607632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/114957022138607632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/114957022138607632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/06/special-girl.html' title='Special Girl...'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-114906660499643299</id><published>2006-05-31T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T02:18:55.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wiener</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yes, I spelled it w-i-e-n-e-r 'cause that's how it's spelled. I've noticed a lot of people spelling it "weiner"...even the infamous d00d from room 1 spelled it like that. I find it funny that he kept telling people to go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dictionary.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;http://www.dictionary.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt; to look up words they aren't sure of the spelling, when HE spelled something wrong (I'm sure he's spelled other things wrong). Nobody's perfect, no matter what they say. Well, I looked up "weiner" and the only thing that's listed there is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;1 entry found for weiner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;weiner, AR (city, FIPS 73940) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Location: 35.61916 N, 90.90204 W &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Population (1990): 655 (319 housing units) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Area: 2.6 sq km (land), 0.0 sq km (water) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Zip code(s): 72479&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And now here is the entry for the word wiener:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;3 entries found for wiener.&lt;br /&gt;wie·ner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fsearch%3Fq%3Dwiener"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;( P ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="linksrc" title="Click for guide to symbols." onclick="ahdpop();return false;" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/ahd4/pronkey.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt; (wnr)n.&lt;br /&gt;1. Wienerwurst.&lt;br /&gt;2. A frankfurter.&lt;br /&gt;3. Vulgar Slang. A penis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Anyway, thought this information could come in handy for some of y'all. Tah-tah fer now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-114906660499643299?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/114906660499643299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=114906660499643299' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/114906660499643299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/114906660499643299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/05/wiener.html' title='Wiener'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-114896389058695343</id><published>2006-05-30T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T21:38:10.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Could Have Been</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could have had my first experience being with a woman while I was in Indiana in November. No, I'm not talking about Sassy 'cause she's not into that. Her and I were at a bar with her cousin and this one woman was there, drunk as hell, and was sorta hitting on me.  I was kinda flirting with her and for some reason I never did anything with her. Oh yeah, I know the reason, it's 'cause I actually thought I had someone, but I found out they were a freakin LIAR.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, the story is...her, I and Sassy's cousin were playing pool. After the third game or so, we headed over to the bar. I did buy her a drink and she bought me a water since I don't drink. I did grope her, since I'm good at it, heh. I should have taken her into the bathroom. HAHA!!! Maybe something will happen in August...if she's there. Her name was Monica and she was pretty. She did mention something about an ex-girlfriend and ex-boyfriend, so I know she's atleast bi. I should have given her my number, but damnit! I wasn't thinking about that. Well, not much else to say 'cept she did give me a kiss...on the cheek. I may never see her again, or maybe I will. You'll have to wait and see if I write anything on my blog about it, when I come back from Sassy's.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tah-tah fer now!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-114896389058695343?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/114896389058695343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=114896389058695343' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/114896389058695343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/114896389058695343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-could-have-been.html' title='What Could Have Been'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-114686415219015715</id><published>2006-05-05T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T14:22:32.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Earlier today I was driving down my street and I saw an old friend of mine, so I stopped to talk to him and I found out that his Dad had died three weeks ago. It's gotta be hard on him and the rest of his family. He's around 18 yrs old and I don't know how old his father was, but last time I knew, he wasn't that old, maybe in his late 40's early 50's. I feel so sorry for him. He has so much stuff to do now. I just hope him and his family will be ok. I don't know what it's like to lose a parent, but I do know it's gotta be sucky. If I lose my parents, I don't know what I'm gonna do. I'd probably go into shock and die. Anyway, Sassy wanted me to update, so I did. Not sure whatelse to write about, so this is it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-114686415219015715?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/114686415219015715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=114686415219015715' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/114686415219015715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/114686415219015715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-sad.html' title='So Sad'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-114649932100227170</id><published>2006-05-01T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T09:04:55.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooooh Weeee!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6644/957/1600/Gary%20Allan.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6644/957/320/Gary%20Allan.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday Jess!!! Hope you have a great one. Since I can't give you Gary Allan himself, I guess this picture's gonna have to do...for now. I also guess you're gonna have to wait for you b-day present 'til August 'cause I don't have it and I have know idea what to git'cha. I wish I could be down there to celebrate it with ya. Anyway, enjoy your day...even if you have to work. *hugs &amp; kisses &amp;amp; Birthday gropes* Oops, I mean spankings! =Þ Love ya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-114649932100227170?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/114649932100227170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=114649932100227170' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/114649932100227170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/114649932100227170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/05/ooooh-weeee.html' title='Ooooh Weeee!!!'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-114610394525418399</id><published>2006-04-26T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T19:12:25.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YUMMY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6644/957/1600/EquilibriumStills-USA-2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6644/957/320/EquilibriumStills-USA-2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; MMMMMM!!! Here's a picture Christian Bale. Some of you may know him from Equilibrium and American Psycho, he was also in Batman Begins. I think he is an awesome actor and an extremely sexy man. I think he is the sexiest man on earth. I would love to do some really naughty things to him. *wink wink* This picture is from the movie Equilibrium...I still have to get that DVD. Dayummm...look at those abs, those muscles, and that chest! *drools* Anyway, I gotta go. Ta-ta!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-114610394525418399?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/114610394525418399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=114610394525418399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/114610394525418399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/114610394525418399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/04/yummy.html' title='YUMMY!'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-114546592767173356</id><published>2006-04-19T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T09:58:47.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6644/957/1600/Maxim2002-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6644/957/400/Maxim2002-002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a picture of Sarah Shahi. Some may know her from The L Word or the new TV show called Teachers and some of you may not know her at all. Not only does she have an amazing body, but what I really love about her is her smile and her eyes and her beautiful skin. I think she is an awesome actress and I would love for her to be in a few of my movies, when I actually get them done. I would consider her my third favorite actress...right after Eliza Dushku and Jordana Brewster. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-114546592767173356?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/114546592767173356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=114546592767173356' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/114546592767173356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/114546592767173356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/04/ouch.html' title='OUCH!'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-114469724563877482</id><published>2006-04-10T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T12:28:29.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6644/957/1600/12_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6644/957/320/12_12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;This is what my future car is gonna look like. It's a hot car! It's a 2005 Toyota Celica GT-S. I think that color on a car is very sexy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basic Dimensions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Wheelbase: 102.4"&lt;br /&gt;Overall Length: 170.5"&lt;br /&gt;Height: 51.4"&lt;br /&gt;Width: 68.3"&lt;br /&gt;Curb Weight: 2,580 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;Seating Capacity: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Engine and Performance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Displacement: 1.8 liters&lt;br /&gt;Number of Cylinders: 4&lt;br /&gt;Fuel Type: Gas&lt;br /&gt;Camshaft Type: DOHC&lt;br /&gt;Compression Ratio: 11.5:1&lt;br /&gt;Horsepower: 180 @7600rpm&lt;br /&gt;Torque (ft-lbs.): 130 @6800rpm&lt;br /&gt;MPG (City/Highway): 25/31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Standard Features&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brakes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Power 4 Wheel Disc Brakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Convenience&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(4) Cup Holders&lt;br /&gt;Automatic Headlamp Control&lt;br /&gt;Digital (Stand Alone) Clock&lt;br /&gt;Dual-Zone Automatic Air Conditioning&lt;br /&gt;Power Locks&lt;br /&gt;Power Windows&lt;br /&gt;Remote Control Fuel Filler Door Release&lt;br /&gt;Remote Control Hatch Release&lt;br /&gt;Speed Control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;FWD Drivetrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Engine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;1.8 Liter Engine: 4-Cyl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Engineering&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;14.5 Gal Cap Fuel Tank&lt;br /&gt;3.12 Axle Ratio&lt;br /&gt;HD Battery&lt;br /&gt;Tachometer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interior&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Console w/Storage&lt;br /&gt;Leather-Wrapped Steering Wheel&lt;br /&gt;Tilt Steering Wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lighting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Daytime Running Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mirrors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Dual Power &amp; Dual Visor Vanity Mirrors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Package&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Weather Guard Pkg&lt;br /&gt;HD Battery &amp;amp; Intermittent Rear Window Wiper All Weather Guard Pkg&lt;br /&gt;Power Door Locks, Speed Control &amp; Power Windows Upgrade Pkg&lt;br /&gt;Upgrade Pkg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Safety&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dual Front Air Bag Restraint System&lt;br /&gt;Fog Lights&lt;br /&gt;Front Fog Lights&lt;br /&gt;HD Rear Window Defroster&lt;br /&gt;Intermittent Rear Window Wiper&lt;br /&gt;Intermittent W/S Wipers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seats&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloth Sport Bucket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;AM/FM Stereo w/6-Disc CD Changer in Dash Radio&lt;br /&gt;Premium AM/FM Stereo w/6-Disc CD Changer Radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steering&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power Steering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suspension&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&amp;amp;R Stabilizer Bars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tires&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) P205/55R15 Tires&lt;br /&gt;Limited Use Spare Tire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Transmission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;4 Speed Automatic w/SportShift Transmission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wheels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Aluminum Alloy Wheels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-114469724563877482?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/114469724563877482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=114469724563877482' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/114469724563877482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/114469724563877482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/04/car.html' title='Car'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-114455560975462264</id><published>2006-04-09T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T21:06:49.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's the lyrics to a song I really like the NB Ridaz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So Fly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh woo oh (you so fly lady)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You look so fly, so cool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me girl can I talk to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm only in town for one night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me know if you're down to ride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So fly, so cool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me girl can I talk to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm only in town for one night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me know if you're down to ride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;           &lt;strong&gt;[Zig-Zag]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yea, you ready to ride baby?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you think you're lonely now just wait until tonight... girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I've been on the road and away from home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I've been feenin for you, dreamin of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And what I'm gonna do when I have you alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You heard the message on your cell phone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me sayin "Daddy's home"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm about to put it down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got you runnin around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Half-naked around the house [laugh]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this isn't just fast sex&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We makin love until we both climax&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you miss me, I can tell by the way you kiss me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no other place you rather be but here in ecstasy with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm that someone who's gonna love you right even if I'm home for just one night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know it's alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's me and you, Zig-Zag and Mary Jane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your lovin's got me never wanting to leave again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Repeat Chorus 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way you move that body (uh), twist those hips (yeah)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want to know can I tell you this...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;[Magic]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you're the typa girl I wanna roll with tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm at the Double Tree I got an early flight but nothin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could be better than to kick it witchu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm talking about more than a one-night rendezvous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can call it what you want, but I'ma treat you right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's like a fantasy, girl close your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take my time when I touch that body &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get you so hot you wanna talk naughty &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ooh suga suga how'd you get so fly? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm down for yours if you're down for mine (uh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mamacita, chula, sexy chica meet me in the room, I'm in 602&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuz all I wanna do is have a party for two&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby girl tonight it's me and you (woo)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way you're movin that body and twistin those hips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Workin those eyes and lickin those lips... oh my (oh my baby)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So fly (you're so fly lady)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way you're movin that body and twistin those hips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Workin those eyes and lickin those lips... oh my (oh my baby)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So fly (you're so fly lady)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;[Dos]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;T-t-tell me something girl, something girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;T-t-tell me something girl.. you down to make it hot?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's that freaky deaky rider sexin you non-stop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love the way I touch you, I'm breakin you down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say you shouldn't do this, you still goin down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now we on the floor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You moan and groan, holdin me so tight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tellin me you want more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see you feelin freaky we're on another level&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got me serving you now on a dinner table&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you want it, how does it feel?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way you lick your lips girl you know I'm diggin this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your body keeps callin, no temperatures fallin &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The heat keeps risin, got you mesmerizin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight's the night we'll remember forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I'm eva in your spot I know you're down for whatever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Repeat Chorus 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[music fades]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-114455560975462264?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/114455560975462264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=114455560975462264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/114455560975462264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/114455560975462264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-fly.html' title='So Fly'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-114404560316943887</id><published>2006-04-03T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T23:26:43.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Accident...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I know I haven't written anything on here in a long time, but there was a reason &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;to it. I was in a car accident on the 24th and I've been trying to get things situated with the insurance company and then I needed to find a garage to tow the car to 'cause I had a flat tire. It is now at a garage and it's getting fixed up, probably better than when I had first gotten it. I can't wait to get my damn car back 'cause I miss driving it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've been a little busy lately...with work and just trying to keep busy to keep my mind off of what had happened. Everytime I hear a tire screech, my heart drops 'cause it brings back that night. I love my car 'cause it seems like it's the only thing that I could depend on, well, until now, but after this is all over, I'll be able to depend on it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyways, I guess I'll go to bed now...tah tah all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-114404560316943887?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/114404560316943887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=114404560316943887' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/114404560316943887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/114404560316943887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/04/car-accident.html' title='Car Accident...'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-114287769704560246</id><published>2006-03-20T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T10:01:37.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Names Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was going through some old e-mails and I found this one. What's your new name? My new name is Snotty GirdleChunks. EWWWW...Haha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt; &gt; Use the third letter of your first name to determine your new first name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt; &gt; A=Poopsie   B=Lumpy   C=Buttercup   D=Gadget   E=Crusty   F=Greasy   G=Fluffy   H=Cheeseball   I=Chim-Chim   J=Stinky   K=Flunky   L=Boobie   M=Pinky   N=zippy   O=Goober   P=Doofus   Q=Slimy   R=Loopy   S=Snotty   T=Tootie   U=Dorky   V=Squeezit   W=Oprah   X=Skipper   Y=Dinky   Z=Zsa-Zsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt; &gt; Use the second letter of your last name to determine the first half  of your new last name:    &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;A=Apple   B=Toilet   C=Giggle   D=Burger   E=Girdle   F=Barf   G=Lizard   H=Waffle   I=Cootie   J=Monkey   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;K=Potty   L=Liver   M=Banana   N=Rhino   O=Bubble   P=Hamster   Q=Toad   R=Gizzard   S=Pizza   T=Gerbil   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;U=Chicken   V=Pickle   W=Chuckle   X=Tofu   Y=Gorilla   Z=Stinker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt; &gt; Use the fourth letter of your last name to determine the second half of your  new last name:    &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;A=Head   B=Mouth   C=Face   D=Nose   E=Tush   F=Breath   G=Pants   H=Shorts   I=Lips   J=Honker   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;K=Butt   L=Brain   M=Tushie   N=Chunks   O=Hiney   P=Biscuits   Q=Toes   R=Buns   S=Fanny   T=Sniffer   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;U=Sprinkles   V=Kisser   W=Squirt   X=Humperdinck   Y=Brains   Z=Juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-114287769704560246?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/114287769704560246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=114287769704560246' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/114287769704560246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/114287769704560246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-names-game.html' title='New Names Game'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-114269949767369962</id><published>2006-03-18T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T08:31:37.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Price of Gas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The price of gas is going up AGAIN...greedy mofo's! One day, I went by a gas station on my way to work and 10 hours later, I drove by the same gas station and they raised it 10 freakin CENTS. GRRRR!!! I know it's not the people that work at the gas station's fault and I'm not blaming them. Anyway, I gotta get ready for work and waste the gas in my car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;the price of gas sucks monkey nuts!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-114269949767369962?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/114269949767369962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=114269949767369962' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/114269949767369962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/114269949767369962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/03/price-of-gas.html' title='Price of Gas'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-114262626011186955</id><published>2006-03-17T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T12:11:00.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Luck Charm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was watching some videos on Yahoo! music and a video by Jagged Edge came on and I fell in love with the song, so here are the lyrics to it. It's also just in time for St. Patrick's Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Luck Charm by Jagged Edge&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;She's my light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My shining star &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;She's so dear to me yes she is yes she is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My guiding star my lucky charm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yes she is yes she is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Whoa whoa whoa oooh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verse 1&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Everytime that something good happens in my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;You're always there for me, looking good by my side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Picture you down, pullin up your panty hose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And you always got that sexy underwear on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So much good has come my way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Since she came in my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'll never push you away or brush you off to the side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;See girl I, I I.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;See my luck has changed for the better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; See I got so much love for you in these arms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Don't you know that you're my good luck charm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Where you are forever girl ain't no harm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ain't nobody else can borrow it, I won't allow it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus 2&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;See I got so much love for you in these arms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Don't you know that you're my good luck charm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lovin you forever girl and never do I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wanna go without, my good luck charm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verse 2&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Like a rabbits foot on keys, or some lucky dice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;All I want or need, I aint gotta ask twice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Where would I be? what would I do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Without you looking out for me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Probably be, probably be in these streets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Without you in my life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My future ain't the same, no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I'm not wanting the blame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Baby I, know I been around, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm tired of messing around, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;t so much love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Repeat Choruses&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bridge&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I'd throw away this ice, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Give up my J.E. pieces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just to get a piece of  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(your love forever) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I knew you were a keeper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So babygirl I'm keepin you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Can't think about letting you go (no no) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It seems like every situation I been facing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;You know what to do to save me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So I know you bring me love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So I'm standing strong like a soldier &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I know how to hold you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm saying this to let you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I got so. ooh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Repeat Choruses&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;See you're my yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;See you're my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;See you're my yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;See you're my[fade]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-114262626011186955?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/114262626011186955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=114262626011186955' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/114262626011186955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/114262626011186955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/03/good-luck-charm_17.html' title='Good Luck Charm...'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-114197453160991656</id><published>2006-03-10T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T23:08:51.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What If A Woman...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Here is a song, dedicated to all the women who have been cheated on by their husbands/boyfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What If A Woman by Joe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verse 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;What if a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Had a man on the side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And she never spent time with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;What if a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Said she's working late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And it's always the same excuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;What if a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Took the keys to your whip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Said I'll be right back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;What if a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Left you home with the kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Changing diapers and shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;What a twist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Could you stand inside her shoes and walk a mile (I don't really think so)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Could you hold her down when she doesn't smile (I don't know a man who could)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;What if a woman [x3]-Was just like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;What if a woman [x3]-Was just like you (Try to imagine that) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;What if a woman [x3]-Was just like us (Oh, think about it now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;What if a woman [x3]-Could you handle while she does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verse 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;What if a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Started wearing the pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Would you feel less of a man and more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;What if a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Never wanna settle down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Always wanna run around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;On the low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You can beg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You can plead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You can cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;She won't be your wife, but your eyes are full of tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;She'll be running the streets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;With girls hanging out tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's the same thing you do to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Could you stand inside her shoes and walk a mile (See I don't really think so)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Could you hold her down when she doesn't smile (I don't know a man who could)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;What if a woman [x3]-Was just like you (Just like you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;What if a woman [x3]-Was just like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt; (Try to imagine that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;What if a woman [x3]-Was just like us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;What if a woman [x3]-Could you handle while she does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;If the table were turned around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Would you leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Would you stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Would you drown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;If the cards you were dealt were to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Would you let your hand go up in flames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;What if a woman [x3]-Was just like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;What if a woman [x3]-Was just like me (What if the tables suddenly started to turn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;What if a woman [x3]-Was just like us (She'd be the pimp and you the ho, think about it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;What if a woman [x3]-Could you handle while she does (What if she knocked you up and said it ain't mine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;What if a woman [x3]-Was just like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;What if a woman [x3]-Was just like me (She wants to leave and never come back again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;What if a woman [x3]-Was just like us (Do you think that you could ever be alone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;What if a woman [x3]-Could you handle while she does (Think about it now, think about it now) [repeat 'til all faded out]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-114197453160991656?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/114197453160991656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=114197453160991656' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/114197453160991656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/114197453160991656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-if-woman.html' title='What If A Woman...'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-114128476304414157</id><published>2006-03-06T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T11:33:47.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Touch You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay, this song is for Jess...since she wanted a song dedicated to her. You better like it, Hooker! =Þ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Can I Touch You by 112&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Can I touch you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Come here baby, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Can I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Can I touch you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Make you feel so good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I know you want me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So sweet my goodness, love so sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Won't you come and talk to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Can I speak to you make you feel good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I know you want me to so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Goodness, love so sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Won't you walk over to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verse 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;In the middle of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You walk into my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The streetlight sillouettes your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And all of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Consumes a special part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;There's a lonely part of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And in this we'll find happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;In a little thing called truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Can I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;[1] - Can I touch you there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fingers through your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Baby don't be scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cuz I've got you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Where you need to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hold you tenderly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Something you won't forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;[2] - Can I touch you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Make you feel so good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I know you want me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So sweet, my goodness love so sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Won't you come and talk to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;[3] - Can I speak to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Make you feel good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I know you want me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So sweet, goodness love so sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Won't you walk over to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Verse 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;All the time I spent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lookin' in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I don't feel time is wasted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I swear I am not lying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lying here just to take advantage of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Do you understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is something I wanna do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Can I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Repeat 1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Repeat 2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Repeat 3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Repeat 2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Repeat 3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Come over here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And take my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ooohh don't be afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oooohh, stand right here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Can I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Repeat 2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Repeat 3 until fade]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-114128476304414157?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/114128476304414157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=114128476304414157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/114128476304414157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/114128476304414157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/03/can-i-touch-you.html' title='Can I Touch You...'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-114119840926073564</id><published>2006-03-01T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T23:33:29.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post of March</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hmm, March...what's in Mrach? There is Kris's b-day on the 8th and that reminds me that I gotta send out her birthday package. =D Um, whatelse...is it August yet? Guess not, damnit! Not sure whatelse to write. I just wish August would hurry the hell up already! BLEH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-114119840926073564?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/114119840926073564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=114119840926073564' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/114119840926073564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/114119840926073564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/03/first-post-of-march.html' title='First Post of March'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-114110524185835200</id><published>2006-02-28T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T22:37:27.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not For Virgin Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's something I would do if I either had the guts to do it or just wanted to fuck someone. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm sure there are a bunch of you that most likely won't like it, but I wanted to update my blog and couldn't think of anything else to put in it right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm sitting at the bar, I look over at the end of the bar and I see this amazingly beautiful woman with an almost empty glass of vodka in her hand and she's just staring into space, so I get up with my drink and i slowly walk over towards her, saying excuse me to the people i'm walking past...when i get to her, i ask her if i could buy her a drink and she says yes, so i wave to the bartender and say "other vodka for this beautiful woman" and the bartender pours another vodka... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The bartender pours some more vodka into the woman's glass and she starts sipping it, then I whisper in the woman's ear "would you like to dance?" and the woman nods her head yes, so I take her hand and lead her to the dance floor....our bodies slowly move closer to each other until there's no space between us, then I kiss her neck softly and I place my hands on her ass...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I squeeze her ass firmly and she lets out a gentle moan, then i whisper into her ear "would you like to go into the bathroom?" and she nods her head again....so I take her hand again and lead her into the bathroom...we go into a bathroom stall and close the door...we start rubbing our hands all over each other and i undo her jeans and slide one hand down her panties...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Then I slowly slide two fingers inside of her as I'm pressing my body into her's and that's making my fingers go deeper into her and she lets out a loud moan...while i'm fingering her, I start nibbling on her neck and I slide my other hand up her shirt and under her bra and I play with her nipple...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Then she grabs my ass and we grind our bodies together with my hand still inside of her....then I slowly go down onto my knees while pulling both her jeans down and panties...I then slowly slide her legs apart and start licking her clit and she puts her hands on the back of my head, forcing my tongue to go deep inside of her, and while my tongue's deep inside of her, I move it in circular motion...tasting her cum and feeling her body tremble, getting ready for an orgasm, so I play with her clit with my thumb as my tongue's deep inside of her. I rub her clit harder 'til she has her orgasm. I wait 'til she's all done, then I slowly stand up while sliding my hands up the sides of her and kissing her stomach, then her nipples, then to her neck, and finishing at her lips. After we're done kissing, she leans over and pulls up her panties and jeans. She buttons and zips up her jeans as I'm opening the stall door. We walk out of the bathroom, hand in hand and onto the dance floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;We bump and grind on the dance floor 'til closing time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well, I might add something to it later, but that's pretty much it for now. Tah-tah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-114110524185835200?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/114110524185835200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=114110524185835200' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/114110524185835200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/114110524185835200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/02/not-for-virgin-eyes.html' title='Not For Virgin Eyes'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-113997742818032506</id><published>2006-02-14T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T20:23:48.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sweet Love by 112....my song for Kris. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verse 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Baby I want your body close, you on top of me, can you feel it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm gonna make your body drip all over me, baby me inside of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So take off all your clothes and throw them on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You wont need them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cuz I gonna give you every little thing you need and more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Let me tell you what I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I wanna make love, sweet love, all night long to the rising of the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bring your body close to mine, it feels so right, don't let go of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I wanna make love, sweet love, all night long to the rising of the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bring your body close to mine, it feels so right, don't let go of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verse 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Baby I can give to you any way you like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;If you just let me know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm giving you the key so you can ride me fast or slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cuz on this ride of love, we're gonna go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;To places you and I ain't never been before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Baby imagine me kissing all over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Your body's trembling, I know you're feeling me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ooh I know it's getting serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And I'm tired of being curious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cuz my body is filled with lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Can't take it no more I am about to explode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I wanna make love , sweet love , all night long to the rising of the sun&lt;br /&gt;Bring your body close to mine it feels so right , don't let go of me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make love , sweet love, all night long to the rising of the sun&lt;br /&gt;Bring your body close to mine it feels so right, don't let go of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I wanna make love , sweet love , all night long to the rising of the sun&lt;br /&gt;Bring your body close to mine it feels so right , don't let go of me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make love , sweet love, all night long to the rising of the sun&lt;br /&gt;Bring your body close to mine it feels so right, don't let go of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verse 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Girl the chemistry between us, I can't explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I love to hear you call my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can see it in your eyes that you want me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't you be afraid of what I'm gonna do to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Girl the tears you cry are out of happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pleasure instead of loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Baby every single part of me inside of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pleasing you, teasing you, making sweet love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I wanna make love, sweet love, all night long to the rising of the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bring your body close to mine it feels so right, don't let go of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I wanna make love, sweet love, all night long to the rising of the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bring your body close to mine it feels so right, don't let go of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I wanna make love, sweet love, all night long to the rising of the sun&lt;br /&gt;Bring your body close to mine it feels so right, don't let go of me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make love, sweet love, all night long to the rising of the sun&lt;br /&gt;Bring your body close to mine it feels so right, don't let go of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I wanna make love, sweet love, all night long to the rising of the sun&lt;br /&gt;Bring your body close to mine it feels so right, don't let go of me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make love, sweet love, all night long to the rising of the sun&lt;br /&gt;Bring your body close to mine it feels so right, don't let go of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-113997742818032506?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/113997742818032506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=113997742818032506' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/113997742818032506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/113997742818032506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/02/sweet-love.html' title='Sweet Love'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-113946558931228635</id><published>2006-02-09T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T22:13:09.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies, Lies, Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Lies, Lies, Lies" by Toni Braxton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verse 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I see you comin' through the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Creepin', it's a quarter past four and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I smell the scent of cheap perfume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Who is she? You step in the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;With a guilty look upon your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Busted, you stared to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Really really baby, I can explain"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Save your breath, I've got someting to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Every word you say is lies, lies, lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And now I'm leaving you so bye, bye, bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can't take no more of this cry, cry, cryin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You know that you ain't shit with your lies, lies, lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verse 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't bother to apologize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's too late, heard it all before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And it should come as no surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm leavin', I've packed my things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cuz I'm through with this merry-go-round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm getting off, I finally found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My strength, way deep down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I shoulda left your ass after the first round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chrous 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Every word you say is lies, lies, lies (ohhh goodbye)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And now I'm leaving you so bye, bye, bye (bye, bye, bye, bye)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can't take no more of this cry, cry, cryin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You know that you ain't shit with your lies, lies, lies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verse 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Please, please, whoa please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah, whatcha gon' do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tell your boys about how you got over again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah, right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Get off your knees, oh baby please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You cannot tell the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah, you know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You see this fire in my eyes is all because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;All you do is lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Every word you say is lies, lies, lies (goodbye)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And now I'm leaving you so bye, bye, bye (leaving you, leaving you, ohhh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can't take no more of this cry, cry, cryin' (too many tears over the years)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You know that you ain't shit with your lies, lies, lies (every little word you say is driving me crazy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Every word you say is lies, lies, lies (goodbye)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And now I'm leaving you so bye, bye, bye (leaving you, leaving you, ohhh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can't take no more of this cry, cry, cryin' (too many tears over the years)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You know that you ain't shit with your lies, lies, lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Li, li, lies, lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Whooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lies…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Li, li, lies, lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lies…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Li, li, lies, lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lies…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Li, li, lies, lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lies…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lies…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lies… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bye, bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lies…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bye, bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lies…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bye, bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lies…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bye, bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lies…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-113946558931228635?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/113946558931228635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=113946558931228635' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/113946558931228635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/113946558931228635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/02/lies-lies-lies.html' title='Lies, Lies, Lies'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-113900559523265160</id><published>2006-02-04T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T19:46:09.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology for Country Folks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was looking for display pictures and I found this one, but it won't let me put it on here, so I'm gonna tell you what it says... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Technology for Country Folks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Log On = Makin' the stove hotter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Log Off = Coolin' 'er down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Monitor = Keepin' an eye on 'er. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Download = Gitten' the farwood off the truck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mega Hertz = When yer not keerful gitten the farwood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Floppy Disk = Whut'cha git from tryin' ta tote too much farwood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ram = That thar thang what splits the farwood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hard Drive = Gitten home in the winter time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Windows = Whut ta shut when it's cold outside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Screen = Whut ta shut when it's black fly season. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Byte = Whut dem dang flies do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Chip = Munchies fer the TV. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Micro-Chip = Whut's in the bottom of the munchie bag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Modem = Whut'cha do ta the hay fields. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Laptop = Whar the kittie naps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Keyboard = Where ya hang the dang truck keys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Software = Them thar plastic forks n knifes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mouse = Whut eats the grain in the barn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mouse Pad = That's jes hippie talk fer where the mouse lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mainframe = Holds up the barn roof. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Port = Fancy schmancie flatlander wine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Enter = Duh! How ya git in the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Click = Whut ya hear when ya cock yer gun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Double-Click = Whut ya hear when ya REALLY mean bizness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Reboot = Whut ya have ta do right before bedtime when ya have ta go ta the outhouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-113900559523265160?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/113900559523265160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=113900559523265160' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/113900559523265160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/113900559523265160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/02/technology-for-country-folks.html' title='Technology for Country Folks...'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-113878143689265377</id><published>2006-02-01T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T00:11:29.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post of February</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hmm...not sure what I should write, just wanted to write something. I see the movie Flightplan, it was pretty good, made me almost cry at the end and Jodie Foster was very good in it and still hot as ever. Um, I miss how room 1 used to be...fun! I miss some people in my box like they used to be...like Sassy, Jess, Pixie, Carlie, Foots, Kris, and some others. I miss how my other room used to be, but is no more 'cause they got rid of the User Rooms. Hmm, crap, Valentine's Day is coming up soon, but it's just another day for me since I don't have anyone special in my life right now, although I did send Sassy a small V-day package with a little something for Jess. Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait 'til May or so when the weather is warmer so I can fix my car, get it running better. I would like to drive it down to Indiana in the Summer, but Sassy says she'd rather have me fly there. Not sure what I'm gonna do yet. Ummm...Oh yeah, I apologize for the other post I had written about not caring, I was just pissed at something that I shouldn't have been pissed at. I'm gonna try not to let things bother me so much as they have in the past. A new month, a new chance to make myself better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if I think of anything else to say, I'll add it later 'cause it's getting pretty late and I got some things to do in the morning, after I sleep...if I can get some sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-113878143689265377?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/113878143689265377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=113878143689265377' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/113878143689265377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/113878143689265377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/02/first-post-of-february.html' title='First Post of February'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-113842199356430967</id><published>2006-01-27T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T20:19:53.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Outta Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm Outta Love by Anastacia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ooooha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Whoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah yeah yeah yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Aha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Verse 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now baby come on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't claim that love you never let me feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I should have known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;'Cause you brought nothing real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Come on be a man about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You won't die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I ain't got no more tears to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And I can't take this no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You know I gotta let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Chorus 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm outta love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And let me out this misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Just show me the way to get my life again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;'Cause you can't handle me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(I said) I'm outta love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Can't you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Baby that you gotta set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm outta love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Verse 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Said how many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Have I tried to turn this love around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;But every time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You just let me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Come on be a man about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You'll survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;True that you can work it out all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tell me, yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Did you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'd be the one to let you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Chorus 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm outta love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Set me free, yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And let me out this misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Oh let me out this misery)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Just show me the way to get my life again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;'Cause you can't handle me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(I said) I'm outta love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(I'm outta love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Can't you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Baby that you gotta set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm outta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Let me get over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The way you've gotten over me too, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Seems like my time has come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And now I'm moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'll be stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Chorus 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm outta love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Set me free)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And let me out this misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Yeah yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Show me the way to get my life again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Show me the way, my life again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You can't handle me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(No, no, no, no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(I said) I'm outta love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(I'm outta love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Set me free)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And let me out this misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Show me the way to get my life again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You can't handle me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(I said) I'm outta love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Can't you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Can't you see)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Baby that you gotta set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm outta love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah yeah yeah yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Chorus 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm outta love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(No no no no no no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And let me out this misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Just show me the way to get my life again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You can't handle me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(No no nobody)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(I said) I'm outta love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Oh yeah oh yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And let me out this misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(music fades)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-113842199356430967?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/113842199356430967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=113842199356430967' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/113842199356430967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/113842199356430967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-outta-love.html' title='I&apos;m Outta Love'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-113841358417111634</id><published>2006-01-27T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T17:59:44.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Miss Nice Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay, it's my turn to bitch. I'm sick and tired of being nice and I'm sick and tired of waiting for things that aren't really gonna happen 'cause all I've gotten lately was shat on and I can't take it. This is not a "poor Lissa" post, this is a "Lissa doesn't give a damn anymore" post. I don't know what else to say 'cause seriously, I don't give a damn anymore, so blah blah blah blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-113841358417111634?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/113841358417111634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=113841358417111634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/113841358417111634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/113841358417111634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-more-miss-nice-woman.html' title='No More Miss Nice Woman'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-113762667415011933</id><published>2006-01-18T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T15:24:34.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Do I Belong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Where Do I Belong by Anastacia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ohhh.. Ohhh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verse 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Life doesn't promise a bed of roses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Or white knights &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fields of emotions I'm trapped in darkness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Save me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;To win this twisted war inside me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Won't justify the pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Life doesn't promise a bed of roses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus1&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lightening strikes the pages keep on turning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Help me to be strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm floating in a sea of strange believers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Where do I belong? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ohhh.. Ohh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verse 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;They paint a picture of perfect nowhere blue skies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Within every lie there's a web of comfort &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;For them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Not me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;To win this twisted war inside me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Won't justify the pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;They paint you a picture of perfect nowhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I said now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lightening strikes the pages keep on turning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Help me to be strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm floating in a sea of strange believers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Where do I belong? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bridge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Where do we go from here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I wish I would disappear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm a lonely soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So far from home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lightening strikes the pages keep on turning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Help me, help me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm floating in a sea of strange believers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Where do I.. I said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lightening strikes, I said lightening strikes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Floating in a sea of strange believers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Where do I belong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-113762667415011933?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/113762667415011933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=113762667415011933' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/113762667415011933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/113762667415011933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/01/where-do-i-belong.html' title='Where Do I Belong?'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-113682386367200831</id><published>2006-01-09T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T18:50:45.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kris</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This post is about an awesome woman named Kris. Met her in room 1 and I've known her for almost 2 years. I would love to go and visit her one day, but I'm not sure when. She hasn't been online lately 'cause a lot of things has been going on in her life. Some of you may know her and some may not, those that don't know her, you're missing out on something. She's sexy, smart (even though she may not think it), artistic (she loves drawing and is very good at it), she has beautiful eyes (I could stare into them for a very long time), and gorgeous lips (mmm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those that are reading more into this than is necessary, don't! Kris is just a very good friend of mine and yes, I have thought about doing things to her that a certain someone couldn't, but that's all they are, thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris, when ya coming to Buffalo? Haha!! Just kidding! =Þ Love ya my sexy Chiquita! *hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-113682386367200831?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/113682386367200831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=113682386367200831' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/113682386367200831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/113682386367200831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/01/kris.html' title='Kris'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-113657230098469531</id><published>2006-01-06T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T10:31:41.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Last night I watched a very good movie, or atleast I thought it was. The name of it was "Four Brothers" staring the very sexy and talented Mark Wahlberg. He looked very yummy in it and I would love to do naughty things to that man. Haha!! The other co-stars of his are Tyrese Gibson (sexy, sexy, sexy), Andre Benjamin (good actor, most might know him from the group Outkast), and Garrett Hedlund (talented little dude and very cute). Overall, other than the fact that there were sexy and talented guys in it, it was a very good movie. I would give it 5 stars, but the fact that they used the "N" word one too many times, dropped it down a star 'cause I can't stand that word. Oh yeah, and they used "G--damn" one too many times too, so that's another reason why it gets 4 stars. Other than that, I would recommend this movie to those who like violence, action, blood, but it was very sad...especially seeing grown men cry. Anyways, if you haven't seen this movie, I think you should give it a try and lemme know what you think about it. If you have seen it already, lemme know what you thought about it and if you liked it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-113657230098469531?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/113657230098469531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=113657230098469531' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/113657230098469531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/113657230098469531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/01/movie-review.html' title='Movie Review'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-113639644942953216</id><published>2006-01-04T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T09:40:49.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Judges</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was sitting on my bed while watching TV and I figured I'd make a list of some Judges I like. Here's my list of my favorite top 5 TV Judges...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Judge Milian (The People's Court)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Judge Alex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Judge Mablean Ephriam (Divorce Court)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Judge Mathis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Judge Judy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nobody probably cares, but there's my list anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-113639644942953216?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/113639644942953216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=113639644942953216' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/113639644942953216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/113639644942953216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/01/tv-judges.html' title='TV Judges'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-113626695235610392</id><published>2006-01-03T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T21:42:32.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Calls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay, I really need to know something...why do people say they're going to call you when they don't? I always get the bullshit excuse, "I was busy and couldn't call you back."...it's almost been a week since this one person told me they were gonna call me, but they haven't. Why do I feel so stupid as to thinking they were actually gonna call me back? *sighs* I've known this person for a long time and this isn't the first time they've said that they were gonna call me, but don't. What's the point in telling someone that you're gonna call them when you're not going to? It only gets their hope up that you're actually gonna call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'll admit that I have forgotten to call someone back, but I call then the next day to tell them why I didn't call them, but I have never forgotten to call a friend. Anyways, I'm done with the whining for now. Bleh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-113626695235610392?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/113626695235610392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=113626695235610392' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/113626695235610392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/113626695235610392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2006/01/phone-calls.html' title='Phone Calls'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-113469704717902734</id><published>2005-12-15T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T20:10:37.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Burns</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I love this song and it's definitely for me right now, the video is at the bottom of this page, so scroll all the way down if you wanna see it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything Burns&lt;/strong&gt; by Anastacia featuring Ben Moody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verse 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sits in her corner&lt;br /&gt;Singing herself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped in all of the promises&lt;br /&gt;That no one seems to keep&lt;br /&gt;She no longer cries to herself&lt;br /&gt;No tears left to wash away&lt;br /&gt;Just diaries of empty pages&lt;br /&gt;Feelings gone a stray&lt;br /&gt;But she will sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til everything burns&lt;br /&gt;While everyone screams&lt;br /&gt;Burning their lies&lt;br /&gt;Burning my dreams&lt;br /&gt;All of this hate&lt;br /&gt;And all of this pain&lt;br /&gt;I'll burn it all down&lt;br /&gt;As my anger reigns&lt;br /&gt;Til everything burns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verse 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking through life unnoticed&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that no one cares&lt;br /&gt;Too consumed in their masquerade&lt;br /&gt;No one sees her there&lt;br /&gt;And still she sings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Repeat Chorus 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til everything burns&lt;br /&gt;While everyone screams&lt;br /&gt;Burning their lies&lt;br /&gt;Burning my dreams&lt;br /&gt;All of this hate&lt;br /&gt;And all of this pain&lt;br /&gt;I'll burn it all down&lt;br /&gt;As my anger reigns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til everything burns&lt;br /&gt;Everything burns (Everything burns)&lt;br /&gt;Everything burns&lt;br /&gt;Watching it all fade away (All fade away)&lt;br /&gt;Everyone screams&lt;br /&gt;Everyone screams (Watching it all fade away)&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, ooh (While everyone screams)&lt;br /&gt;Burning down lies&lt;br /&gt;Burning my dreams (All of this hate)&lt;br /&gt;And all of this pain&lt;br /&gt;I'll burn it all down&lt;br /&gt;As my anger reigns&lt;br /&gt;Til everything burns (Everything burns)&lt;br /&gt;Watching it all fade away (Oooh, ooh) (Everything burns)&lt;br /&gt;Watching it all fade away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-113469704717902734?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/113469704717902734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=113469704717902734' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/113469704717902734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/113469704717902734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2005/12/everything-burns.html' title='Everything Burns'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-113427681956721354</id><published>2005-12-10T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T13:40:41.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Actors...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Here are some actors I'd like to get my hands, lips, and tongue on...haha. they're not in exact order. If you're not sure who they are, go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;http://www.imdb.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt; and check them out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Christian Bale, Jim Caviezel, Christopher Meloni, Jeff Goldblum, Steve Guttenburg, Adam Brody, Adrien Brody, Benjamin McKenzie, Alec Baldwin, Andrew Keegan, Stephen Baldwin, Anthony LaPaglia, Ben Foster, Ben Savage, Bill Paxton, Billy Zane, Brendan Fehr, Brendan Fraser, Bruce Willis, Cary Elwes, Casey Affleck, Casper Van Dien, Chad Lowe, Rob Lowe, Charlie Sheen, Chris Evans, Chris Klein, Chris O'Donnell, Christian Campbell, Christian Slater, Christopher Wiehl, Clifton Collins Jr., Clive Owen, Cuba Gooding Jr., Damon Wayans, Dan Futterman, Dan Cortese, Danny Masterson, Danny Nucci, David Arquette, David Boreanaz, David Duchovny, David Gallagher, David James Elliott, David Lascher, David Spade, Dean Cain, Dennis Quaid, Denzel Washington, Desmond Harrington, Devon Gummersall, Devon Sawa, Dustin Nguyen, Eddie Cahill, Edward Burns, Elijah Wood, Emilio Estevez, Eric McCormack, Erik Palladino, Erik Von Detten, Eriq La Salle, Esai Morales, Ethan Embry, Forbes March, Fred Savage, Freddie Prinze Jr., George Eads, Gil Bellows, Giovanni Ribisi, Goran Visnjic, Grant Show, Greg Kinnear, Gregory Smith, Harry Hamlin, Heath Ledger, Hugh Jackman, Ian Ziering, Ioan Gruffudd, James Marsden, James Marsters, Jamie Foxx, Jamie Kennedy, Jared Leto, Jason Behr, Jason Biggs, Jason Lee, Jason London, Jason Matthew Smith, Jason Priestley, Jason Ritter, Jay Hernandez, Jensen Ackles, Jeremy London, Jeremy Sisto, Jerry O'Connell, Jesse Bradford, Jesse L. Martin, Jet Li, Jim Carrey, Joe Pantoliano, John Corbett, John Leguizamo, John Travolta, Jon Bon Jovi, Jonathan Taylor Thomas, Jonny Lee Miller, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Josh Hartnett, Josh Lucas, Jude Law, Julian McMahon, Justin Whalin, Kaj-Erik Eriksen, Karl Urban, Keenen Ivory Wayans, Kevin Bacon, Kevin Zegers, Kyle Chandler, LL Cool J, Liam Neeson, Liev Schreiber, Lucas Black, Marc Blucas, Mario Lopez, Mario Van Peebles, Mark Ruffalo, Mark Valley, Mark Wahlberg, Mark-Paul Gosselaar, Marques Houston, Matt Cohen(III), Matt Damon, Matt Dillon, Matt LeBlanc, Matthew Fox, Matthew Lawrence, Matthew Lillard, Matthew McConaughey, Matthew Modine, Matthew Perry, Mekhi Phifer, Mel Gibson, Michael Chiklis, Michael T. Weiss, Michael Vartan, Michael Weatherly, Mike Vitar, Milo Ventimiglia, Morris Chestnut, Nick Cannon, Nick Lachey, Nick Stabile, Nick Stahl, Nick Zano, Nicolas Cage, Noah Fleiss, Noah Wyle, Omar Epps, Omar Gooding, Patrick Dempsey, Paul Walker, Peter Gallagher, Richard Dean Anderson, Richard Gere, Rider Strong, Rob Estes, Rob Morrow, Rob Schneider, Ryan Gosling, Ryan Merriman, Ryan Phillippe, Ryan Reynolds, Scott Bairstow, Scott Wolf, Sean Patrick Thomas, Seth Green, Shane West, Shawn Ashmore, Simon Rex, Skeet Ulrich, Steve Burton, Steve Zahn, Steven Weber, Stuart Townsend, Taye Diggs, The Rock, Tom Cavanagh, Tom Welling, Tyler Christopher, Tyrese Gibson, Usher Raymond, Val Kilmer, Victor Alfieri, Vin Diesel, Vince Vaughn, Wayne Brady, Will Estes, Will Friedle, Wilmer Valderrama, Zach Braff, and Zachery Ty Bryan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's all of them for now, 'til I find more to add to this list. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-113427681956721354?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/113427681956721354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=113427681956721354' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/113427681956721354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/113427681956721354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2005/12/actors.html' title='Actors...'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-113278093471840635</id><published>2005-11-23T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T19:35:07.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sassy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sassy is an awesome woman! I tell you no lie. I had a great time while I was at her house, I just wish I could have stayed there longer. Sassy, it wasn't your fault that I didn't have the best time in the world while I was there, but I think you do know whose fault it was. You should not have been treated the way you were and I hope you find someone that will treat you like the queen that you are. You know, you could have been that someone, but too bad you're not into women. =Þ I have found someone very special to me and she makes me very happy and I hope I do the same to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sassy, you know I am here for you and will always be. You are in my heart forever! Same goes for Jess. =D I also cried the day I left you, Sassy. In fact, I cried about 15 times that day and the day after. Why didn't you listen to the voice that was telling you to come with me? Haha!!! The only things you'd have to bring with you are your wieners. =D I have a heart as big as a house? Hmm...some houses are very tiny, haha. =Þ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sassy...I love you and I miss you so much too! I feel so special that you think of me as your best friend, but I also think of you as my best friend and I didn't wanna leave you behind! I hope you also have a wonderful Thanksgiving, even though you aren't with people who truely love you. Well, I thank God everyday that I have someone as special as you are in my life and I am extremely thankful for you. *hugs and kisses*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-113278093471840635?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/113278093471840635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=113278093471840635' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/113278093471840635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/113278093471840635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2005/11/sassy.html' title='Sassy'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-113272813478868863</id><published>2005-11-23T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T19:35:59.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rusty...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;RUSTY KICKS ASS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-113272813478868863?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/113272813478868863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=113272813478868863' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/113272813478868863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/113272813478868863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2005/11/rusty.html' title='Rusty...'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-112753488973371217</id><published>2005-11-14T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T10:20:31.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown Terminated...</title><content type='html'>I'm finally at Sassy's...wooohooo!!! She is a lot sexier than she gives herself credit for...that goes for Jess too! This is all I'm going to say right now..check back later and I might have something else written in here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-112753488973371217?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112753488973371217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=112753488973371217' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112753488973371217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112753488973371217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2005/11/countdown-terminated.html' title='Countdown Terminated...'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-113134291499506203</id><published>2005-11-07T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T21:55:15.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke...</title><content type='html'>Here's a joke I thought up while I was at work the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one virgin guy walks into a bar and sits down at the counter. He then orders a beer and drinks it up. A beautiful blonde then walks up to him and says "Can I buy you a drink?". He then says "Sure, thanks." and after a couple hours of drinks later, he looks at his watch and says "Crap, I have to get home. I didn't think it was this late.". She then says "Oh, okay.". He then gets up from the seat and walks towards the door. The lady then follows him and says "I think you're too drunk to drive home.". He says "I'm not driving home, I'm walking.". She then asks "Oh, mind if I walk with you?". He then says "No, not at all.". They walk out of the bar and towards his place. Moments later, they're at his doorstep and while he's fondling for his keys, the lady leans in and kisses him. One thing leads to another and they end up in his bedroom. While they're doing at it, the guy screams out "T.G.I.F.!". She then looks at him and thinks "What is he talking about? It's not Friday.". After they're done, she looks over at him and says "Can I ask you something?" then he says "Sure.". She then asks him "When we're going at it, why do you scream "T.G.I.F."?. He then looks at her and says "How 'bout we go at it again and I'll scream what it means?". She says "Okay." and then they go at it again. As soon as he's about to reach his peak, he screams "Thank God I'm fucking!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll be getting some fucked up comments, but those can easily be taken care of. *grins evilly* MWAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-113134291499506203?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/113134291499506203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=113134291499506203' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/113134291499506203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/113134291499506203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2005/11/joke.html' title='Joke...'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-112994677328524327</id><published>2005-10-21T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T19:36:54.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adorable Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6644/957/1600/little%20boy%20and%20puppies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6644/957/320/little%20boy%20and%20puppies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt; I got this one e-mail from a friend and in the e-mail was this picture, I thought it was the most adorable thing I have ever seen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-112994677328524327?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112994677328524327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=112994677328524327' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112994677328524327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112994677328524327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2005/10/adorable-picture.html' title='Adorable Picture'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-112961045673913193</id><published>2005-10-18T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T19:37:41.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Post is For Carlie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Carlie, I know you haven't been on much lately and I miss you a lot. I hope you're feeling better and I also hope you get online soon enough 'cause I'm going crazy. I'm really worried about you. =( I miss seeing your name on my list all lit up and having you in my IMs. You are an awesome woman and I feel lucky to have you as a friend. Please come back to me soon?! I miss you girl. Come back to Miss Lissa soon! *bats eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I found this poem online and I thought you might like it. I am here for you Carlie and this poem lets you know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;~ FRIENDS ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walk our path of life,&lt;br /&gt;We meet people everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Most are simply met by chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;But, some are sent our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These become special friends&lt;br /&gt;Whose bond we can't explain;&lt;br /&gt;The ones who understand us&lt;br /&gt;And share our joy and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their love contains no boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;So, even we are apart.&lt;br /&gt;Their presence enhances us&lt;br /&gt;With a warmth felt in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love becomes a passageway,&lt;br /&gt;When even the miles disappear.&lt;br /&gt;And so, these friends, God sends our way,&lt;br /&gt;Remain forever near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-112961045673913193?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112961045673913193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=112961045673913193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112961045673913193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112961045673913193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-post-is-for-carlie.html' title='This Post is For Carlie...'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-112883211353270904</id><published>2005-10-08T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T19:38:55.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay, I'm sitting here at my desk looking at this candle that's glowing in front of me and I started thinking I should write a post about candles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you have had hot wax poured on top of you? or...how many of you would like to have hot wax poured on top of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are a few questions that came to my mind so I thought I'd ask them. I love candles and would burn them all the time, if I wasn't afraid of my house burning down or the wick running down low. I think my favorite candle smell is Vanilla or Sugar Cookie, mostly anything that smells good...oh yeah, I LOVE Cucumber Melon candles, yeah, I think that's my favorite. I have some candles for a certain someone, but I'm not gonna say what kind they are. Haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this may sound weird, but I've dipped my fingers in hot wax before. Right after I were to blow the candle out (get yer minds out of the gutter, oh wait, who am I kidding, my mind's there too), I would wait a couple seconds and then dip my finger(s) in there. There's just something about it that feels good. Am I sick for feeling this way? I hate being burned, but it doesn't really burn me. I mean, you feel some kind of pain in the beginning, but after the wax cools off, it's fine. Okay, I know I'm weird for feeling like this. Anyways, I'm tired and am going to bed and I can't think of anything else to say, so this is the end of this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-112883211353270904?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112883211353270904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=112883211353270904' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112883211353270904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112883211353270904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2005/10/candles.html' title='Candles...'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-112855560613053933</id><published>2005-10-05T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T10:31:06.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dislikes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay, some of you may or may not care, but I'm gonna blurt out some of my dislikes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cruel/rude costumers,&lt;br /&gt;mean people,&lt;br /&gt;most seafood (probably a shock to some people),&lt;br /&gt;greedy fockers,&lt;br /&gt;tards,&lt;br /&gt;beer,&lt;br /&gt;Reality shows,&lt;br /&gt;Nextel cellphones (beep),&lt;br /&gt;static on the tv,&lt;br /&gt;getting poked by an underwire,&lt;br /&gt;being horny while having my period (grrrr),&lt;br /&gt;Hockey,&lt;br /&gt;most wrestling,&lt;br /&gt;people who choose to be stupid or act stupid,&lt;br /&gt;lazy ass motherfockers (being tired is an entirely different thing),&lt;br /&gt;hardcore heavy metal,&lt;br /&gt;hardcore rap,&lt;br /&gt;liars,&lt;br /&gt;when people say they're going to call and don't,&lt;br /&gt;motherfocking slow ass drivers,&lt;br /&gt;rubbing one out, then someone comes in my bedroom or knocks on the door,&lt;br /&gt;big spiders,&lt;br /&gt;earwigs (most people might not know what these are so go look it up),&lt;br /&gt;about to go offline when someone comes online that you really wanted to talk,&lt;br /&gt;living so far away from people that i would like to meet,&lt;br /&gt;fights about petty things,&lt;br /&gt;deaths of friends or loved ones,&lt;br /&gt;running out of water,&lt;br /&gt;wanting to make love to someone, but can't&lt;br /&gt;choosing between friends,&lt;br /&gt;getting the wrong thing in the mail and having to return it just to get the correct thing,&lt;br /&gt;when people are being silent in my box,&lt;br /&gt;taking a warm shower and then water suddenly gets freakin ice cold,&lt;br /&gt;watching a really good show and some dumbass "Special Report" comes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......and there's more, but I'm tired of writing for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-112855560613053933?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112855560613053933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=112855560613053933' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112855560613053933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112855560613053933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2005/10/dislikes.html' title='Dislikes...'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-112830824422827567</id><published>2005-10-02T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T10:32:04.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrrrrrlie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Having a friend like Carlie is a great thing. I think she is an awesome person and she deserves a great man and I hope she finds him soon. I love it when she's in my box 'cause she makes me feel better and she flirts back when I flirt with her. I'm hoping to meet her sometime in the near future, to hang out and maybe party. *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlie, you are a very sexy, smart, interesting, and awesome woman and whoever is with you in the end will be a very lucky person. I just feel lucky to know you like I do and I appriciate you coming to me for opinions. I think it's sweet of you to do that. *blushes* I also appriciate you writing a post in your blog about me. It was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need to ever talk about anything, you know where to find me. You are an awesome woman, Carlie and please stay that way. Luv ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-112830824422827567?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112830824422827567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=112830824422827567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112830824422827567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112830824422827567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2005/10/carrrrrrlie.html' title='Carrrrrrlie...'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-112812489899624511</id><published>2005-09-30T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T10:33:47.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anastacia's Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay, some of you might not know who Anastacia is, but I think she is an awesome singer and is really hot...anyways, here is a video of her's with Ben Moody called "Everything Burns" and I think it's a really good song and video. Alright, here's the link, just copy and paste it in a new window, press Enter on your keyboard or click on Go near the Address Bar and Window's Media Player should pop up, then video should play, if it doesn't, then you gone done fucked something up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mms://windup.wmod.llnwd.net/a68/o1/benmoody/video/everythingburnsvid_lrgstrm.wmv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-112812489899624511?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112812489899624511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=112812489899624511' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112812489899624511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112812489899624511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2005/09/anastacias-video.html' title='Anastacia&apos;s Video'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-112811834829258113</id><published>2005-09-30T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T10:34:40.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's It Like....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lyrics "What's It Like" by Jagged Edge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ahh, Ooh ahh, ooh ahh ahh ahh,&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I age, I just want my life to change.&lt;br /&gt;I done been around, put away my childish things,&lt;br /&gt;Like my attitude, it ain't good to be so rude.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be in love, it's my right to.&lt;br /&gt;And every year I seem to make some really bad mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm ready now, I don't wanna be this way.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding out, what it's all about, (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I want to be in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;What's it like to be in love? That's all I've been thinking of,&lt;br /&gt;And I was just wondering, will love ever know me?&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is open, and I've been hoping,&lt;br /&gt;To find what it is everybody keep on talking 'bout.&lt;br /&gt;What's it like to be in love? That's all I've been thinking of,&lt;br /&gt;And I was just wondering, will love ever know me?&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is open, and I've been hoping,&lt;br /&gt;Somebody show me, what's it like to be in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My life has changed somehow, but still so much the same,&lt;br /&gt;Got a bank account, I'm still broken down.&lt;br /&gt;I need to know, where does this road go, (hopefully someone for me)&lt;br /&gt;Family, is that so much to ask Thee?&lt;br /&gt;Begging please,&lt;br /&gt;Feel like I'm going mad.&lt;br /&gt;I'd trade all I have&lt;br /&gt;Just to know...&lt;br /&gt;I know love is something that you can't go out and buy,&lt;br /&gt;When you looking, always seems like it's the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;But I hope one day I'll give away this heart of mine,&lt;br /&gt;Girl I think I'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know love,&lt;br /&gt;What's it like to be in love,&lt;br /&gt;What's it like to be in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-112811834829258113?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112811834829258113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=112811834829258113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112811834829258113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112811834829258113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2005/09/whats-it-like.html' title='What&apos;s It Like....'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-112804181150511487</id><published>2005-09-29T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T10:35:35.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Offliners!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay, what is the deal with offliners? How come people can't leave them? They expect you to, but when you don't they think you don't like them anymore, but what about them? It's not that hard to say "Hi ______, how u doin today? I hope everything is alright with you....I see that you're not on so I'll talk to you later." How hard is that? It seems like I'm the only one that's leaving offliners....bleh! I'm 'bout to give up on sending offliners to people since they can't return them. I feel like I'm being ignored or something. It's like they have the time to come online, surf the web, but no time to send an offliner? Pfft!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-112804181150511487?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112804181150511487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=112804181150511487' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112804181150511487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112804181150511487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2005/09/offliners.html' title='Offliners!'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-112735228641589816</id><published>2005-09-21T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T10:37:13.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Not November?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay, how come it's still not November? Is someone wishing that the time would go slow or something? Sassy? Jess? One of you praying that the time would slow down so you have better preparation for me? Haha! I so can't wait to meet you two and party. There better be a party! *thinks of something naughty to do to both of you* Anyways, I couldn't think of anything to write about and I wanted to update my blog. I'm sure that the days will fly when it slow gets closer to November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously gonna have a hard time keeping my hands to myself while being with you two. Having two hot women in the same room with me and not doing anything is like a smoker have a carton of cigarettes and not smoking any of them. Haha!! You two are very hot and I know ya'll don't think it, but you are! Not sure whatelse to say, hmmm....oh wait, um, nevermind. Uh...anyone know of a way to get plane tickets cheap? and without a credit card? Well, I guess I'll leave it at that. Can't wait 'til November!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*does the I'm gonna get laid dance* Oh wait, I think I did that wayyyy too soon. Haha! Just kidding people. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-112735228641589816?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112735228641589816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=112735228641589816' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112735228641589816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112735228641589816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2005/09/still-not-november.html' title='Still Not November?!'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-112631432027849751</id><published>2005-09-09T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T10:37:45.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sorry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This post is for Sassy and if you don't have a good comment, then I suggest you not leave one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sassy, I'm so sorry to hear about your Grandma. I am here for you whenever you need me and will always be. You're so precious and I wish I was there to comfort you and dry away your tears. I know what it's like to lose a Grandparent 'cause I've lost both of mine. One of my Grandmas lived with us for awhile before she passed away and for a long time I couldn't go into her room at all 'cause I could feel her still there. Anyways, in time you will heal and so will your Dad. I know it's gonna be hard for while, but you're strong and you'll make it through. Just remember that you don't have to go through this alone. You have friends on here and we'll help you. I love you Sassy, and if you ever need to talk, you know my number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-112631432027849751?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112631432027849751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=112631432027849751' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112631432027849751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112631432027849751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-sorry.html' title='So Sorry!'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-112550318886434385</id><published>2005-08-31T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T10:38:17.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No-vem-berrrrrrrrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hey, is it Novemeber yet? What?! No?! Damn...the reason I want it to be November is 'cause I finally get to meet Sassy for the first time in over one and a half years! I'm so fucking excited and I hope she still likes me when I get there. Haha...I told her that I'm gonna try kissing those sweet lips of her's when I do meet her, I just hope that she'll let me. *giggles* I still love her even though she doesn't think that I do and I would like to do things to her that nobody ever has, but that would be left up to her...heh! I know she probably won't let me doing anything to her 'cause of her being straight, but I have been told I am very persuasive...haha. Well, I hope I can atleast hug her, feel her titties against mine. *grins evilly* MWAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I know I'll have a great time while I'm there, I hope she enjoys my company. *giggles* Oh yeah, when she sees The Tongue up close, she's gonna want it with a passion, like I want her body with a passion. Haha! Ok, not sure whatelse I can say 'cept I can't wait to meet her in person. Sassy, I'm cumming...I mean I'm coming to get you! *wink wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-112550318886434385?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112550318886434385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=112550318886434385' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112550318886434385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112550318886434385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-vem-berrrrrrrrrr.html' title='No-vem-berrrrrrrrrr'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-112535604660503052</id><published>2005-08-29T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T10:39:56.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bi the Way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay, for those that know me or have seen me chatting in the room, know I like flirting especially with women, but that doesn't make me a lesbian. I like guys too and I flirt with them, but it takes certain men to get my juices flowing. So, I'm bi, not a lesbian. I can't stand it when people assume I'm a lesbian 'cause I'm flirting with women at the time they're in there. So people, don't ASSUME anything 'cause everyone knows when you assume something...You make and ASS out of U and ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all those that have assumed I'm a lesbian, fuck ya'll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-112535604660503052?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112535604660503052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=112535604660503052' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112535604660503052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112535604660503052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2005/08/bi-way.html' title='Bi the Way...'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-112484120134287651</id><published>2005-08-23T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T10:40:41.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ass Itches...Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've been told that when your ears ring, someone's talking about you, and when your nose itches, someone's thinking about you, but what the hell does it mean when your ass itches? Does it mean that someone wants to have anal sex with you? Hmm...not sure what it means, but my ass itches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-112484120134287651?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112484120134287651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=112484120134287651' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112484120134287651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112484120134287651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-ass-itchespart-2.html' title='My Ass Itches...Part 2'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-112421737290540566</id><published>2005-08-16T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T10:45:08.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-bye Birdy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well, the time has come to say good-bye to my bird. He died this morning and all I've been doing is crying all day, so now I have a headache. I will sadly miss him. I can't believe he's gone. *cries*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-112421737290540566?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112421737290540566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=112421737290540566' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112421737290540566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112421737290540566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2005/08/good-bye-birdy.html' title='Good-bye Birdy'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-112372069959694249</id><published>2005-08-10T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T15:18:58.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Room 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay, here are some people from room 1, that I would love to get my hands, lips, and tongue on and if you're not on the list, then oops, you just didn't cut it or I forgot you and you'd have to remind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sassy,&lt;br /&gt;Kris,&lt;br /&gt;KL,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Carlie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Kinxy,&lt;br /&gt;Blondie,&lt;br /&gt;Jess,&lt;br /&gt;Meef,&lt;br /&gt;Mr(used to come in the room and I miss him),&lt;br /&gt;Bigfoots, hmm, whoelse is there?&lt;br /&gt;Diablo, hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, there are more women on the list, but that doesn't make me a lesbian *rolls eyes*, it just means that there are more hot women that come in the room then hot men...heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-112372069959694249?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112372069959694249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=112372069959694249' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112372069959694249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112372069959694249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2005/08/room-1.html' title='Room 1'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-112362012506785717</id><published>2005-08-09T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T10:48:20.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Articles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Here are a couple of articles I found while I was reading the newspaper, on my lunch break today...dunno if any of you care about them or not, but I thought they were interesting, so I'm posting them on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slumber weight away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You snooze, you lose" may be truer than anyone thought. A new Columbian University study suggest that the less sleep you get, the more likely you are to pack on the pounds. Researchers studied the sleeping habits of more than 18,000 people and found that those who get by on less than 4 hours of sleep a night are 73 percent more likely to be obese than people who slumber 7 to 9 hours nightly. Even those who caught 6 hours were 23 percent more likely to be obese. On the other hand, those who averaged 10 hours of shuteye a night were 11 percen less likely to be obese.&lt;br /&gt;"When you're deprived of sleep, the effect on your appetite hormones is not unlike undersleeping", says study author Steven Heymsfield, MD. "Your leptin levels fall as your ghrelin levels shoot up. This triggers hunger."&lt;br /&gt;These hormonal changes may also signal the body to put the brakes on metabolism and hold on to fat stores more tenaciously, he adds. Experts say the occasional sleepless night doesn't automatically translate to a larger gut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A shock to the heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, surprise can be heart stopping. John Hopkins cardiologists have found that sudden emotional stress from shock, fear, anger, or grief can stun cardiac muscle and cause heart failure.&lt;br /&gt;In the condition, nicknamed "broken heart syndrome", a surge of stress hormones is believed to bind to heart muscle cells, causing shock. When someone survives the shock, the heart is extremely weak, but it recovers quickly and fully with no signs of blockages in the arteries or permanent damage to the heart muscle.&lt;br /&gt;"Most patients regained full heartmuscle strength within 1 to 2 weeks", says lead researcher Ilan Wittstein, MD. His study followed 19 people whose heart symptoms had begun shortly after a stressful event such as a surprise birthday party or the death of a loved one.&lt;br /&gt;Treatment in the intensive care unit saved their lives, but their hearts healed on their own. If you, or a loved one, were diagnosed with a heart attack after a traumatic event and are taking medications, speak with a doctor. The drugs could be unnecessary because time may have already healed your ticker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-112362012506785717?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112362012506785717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=112362012506785717' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112362012506785717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112362012506785717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2005/08/some-articles.html' title='Some Articles...'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-112305281280392333</id><published>2005-08-03T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T10:48:59.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"God Knows"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lyrics to "God Knows" by 112...I love this song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1:]&lt;br /&gt;Baby tell me why, why do you question&lt;br /&gt;All this love that I have for you&lt;br /&gt;If you look into my eyes you’ll make an exception&lt;br /&gt;I will show you love like no one before&lt;br /&gt;Put your trust in me, allow me to be there&lt;br /&gt;Baby give me your hand to hold&lt;br /&gt;Cause the feelings that I have are so complicated&lt;br /&gt;That words cannot explain there is only one who knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Only God knows how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;God sees my heart and that it cares about you&lt;br /&gt;God knows that I’m thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;And I’m longing for you, how I wish that you knew what God Knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2:]&lt;br /&gt;Baby tell me what, what is the reason&lt;br /&gt;One good reason you’re so insecure&lt;br /&gt;Cause after all that I have done&lt;br /&gt;I think you should know by now&lt;br /&gt;Girl I’m down for you and the love I have is pure&lt;br /&gt;I wanna help you understand just how I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;You’re the one that I can’t let go&lt;br /&gt;Because the feeling that I have is so complicated&lt;br /&gt;That words cannot explain there is only one who knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus (2x):]&lt;br /&gt;Only God knows how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;God sees my heart and that it cares about you&lt;br /&gt;God knows that I’m thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;And I’m longing for you, how I wish that you knew what God Knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of my lonely days, only God knows how lonely&lt;br /&gt;And oh the sleepless nights baby, only God sees me cry&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I think of you, only God can read my mind&lt;br /&gt;God knows I tried to help you understand&lt;br /&gt;And Heaven knows I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Only God can see how much&lt;br /&gt;Cause everytime you go away, I long for your touch&lt;br /&gt;And when I say I love you girl, only God sees my heart&lt;br /&gt;He sees my heart, only God knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Only God knows how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;God sees my heart and that it cares about you&lt;br /&gt;God knows that I’m thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;And I’m longing for you, how I wish that you knew what God knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-112305281280392333?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112305281280392333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=112305281280392333' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112305281280392333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112305281280392333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2005/08/god-knows.html' title='&quot;God Knows&quot;'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-112302718568702097</id><published>2005-08-02T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T10:49:58.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My ass itches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-112302718568702097?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112302718568702097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=112302718568702097' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112302718568702097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112302718568702097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2005/08/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-112206153316647474</id><published>2005-07-22T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T10:29:54.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF Are Parents Thinking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Alright, when I go to the store, mall, or just going to different place, I've seen little girls (ages 8 to about 14 or so) wearing shorts/pants with words on their asses. Yes, I notice these things, but I don't gawk and stare at them 'cause that's just way too fuckin nasty. Why the hell would any parent buy shorts/pants with anything on the ass for their kids? I mean c'mon, aren't there enough sexual predators out there without the words on shorts/pants? Are they trying to draw the sexual predators towards their kids? I know talking about this may be a little weird, but I've been thinking about this for awhile. I hear parents saying that the sexual predators should be lock up for life and I agree with that, but hell, if i was a parent, I sure as hell would not buy those kinds of shorts/pants for my kids, no matter how much they beg for them. As hard as it is to believe, I think those parents that buy those shorts/pants are asking for something to happen to their kids. Atleast tell them to wait 'til their 18 years old to buy those things. Geeze lo-fricken-uise, step into reality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's all for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-112206153316647474?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112206153316647474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=112206153316647474' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112206153316647474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112206153316647474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2005/07/wtf-are-parents-thinking.html' title='WTF Are Parents Thinking?'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-112182504092366163</id><published>2005-07-19T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T10:50:28.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm not mad at anyone, if ya'll are thinking that...I am away from online because I feel like I need to be away for a little bit. I'm fine, if anyone was wondering or even cared. I'm not sure when I'll be back on Yahell, all I know is that I'm not bothered when I'm offline, which is a good thing. I think about some of you and one most of all. Anyways, I'm trying to get back to my writing and I'm gonna start exercising to get this flab off of me, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall return to Yahell when I feel it is right, dunno when, though. I hope everyone else is doing alright. Anyways, take care all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-112182504092366163?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112182504092366163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=112182504092366163' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112182504092366163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112182504092366163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2005/07/being-away.html' title='Being Away...'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-112145737331675229</id><published>2005-07-15T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T10:51:08.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Room's Fucked Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;When I first started going into the room, the room was great, people were nice and there was a little bit of drama in there, but lately (about a year &amp;amp; 1/2 later) the room is sucking majorly. There's more drama in there than in a highly dramatic movie that you'd find at your local Blockbuster store. I, sometimes, don't even feel like going in there, but is sometimes asked to come in again. Well, I shouldn't complain, atleast that person wants me in the room, not sure if anyone else does. I know things change, but damn, this room has really changed. I'm glad some of the people still come in the room, but I wish other's would give up the internet for good. They should not be anywhere near a fuckin' computer. Anyways, that is just my theory, although I know some people agree with me on that. No names are mentioned in this blog to hide those that are totally fucked up in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I hate changes, especially when it comes to something good...unless it becomes something better, but I haven't had a chance of that happening. Anyways, I'm gonna stop typing for now, before I am the one that gets fucked up in the head. Heh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-112145737331675229?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112145737331675229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=112145737331675229' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112145737331675229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112145737331675229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2005/07/rooms-fucked-up.html' title='The Room&apos;s Fucked Up!'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-112113849631056953</id><published>2005-07-11T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T09:15:16.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Actresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Here are some actresses I'd like to get my hands, lips, and tongue on...haha. they're not in exact order, except the first two. if you're not sure who they are, go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;http://www.imdb.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt; and check them out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliza Dushku, Jordana Brewster, Monica Bellucci, Stephanie March, Elizabeth Mitchell, Jennifer Esposito, Mariska Hargitay, Leah Remini, Kelly Rowan, Carrie-Anne Moss, Cerina Vincent, Nicole Scherzinger, Michelle Rodriguez, Angelina Jolie, Sarah Shahi, Ashley Judd, Rachael Leigh Cook, A.J. Langer, Jessica Alba, Jennifer Beals, Erin Daniels, Lisa Rinna, Ali Larter, Elisha Cuthbert, Elisa Donovan, Ali Landry, Amy Smart, Andrea Parker, Dina Meyer, Annabeth Gish, Ashley Lyn Cafagna, Bebe Neuwirth, Bridget Moynahan, Bridgette Wilson, Sandra Bullock, Carla Gugino, Carly Pope, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Catherine Bell, Lisa Vidal, Christina Vidal, Chloe Sevigny, Chyler Leigh, Claire Danes, Clea Duvall, Courtney Cox Arquette, Cynthia Rothrock, Danielle Harris, Drew Barrymore, Dominique Swain, Elle MacPherson, Elizabeth Pena, Ellen Barkin, Emily Procter, Emmanuelle Chriqui, Eva Mendes, Eva Longoria, Evan Rachel Wood, Gabrielle Union, Mandy Musgrave, Meagan Good, Gail O'Grady, Toni Braxton, Gretchen Mol, Gina Gershon, Jennifer Tilly, Gwyneth Paltrow, Hedy Burress, Helen Hunt, Holly Marie Combs, Holly Hunter, Holly Robinson Peete, Hilarie Burton, Halle Berry, Hudson Leick, Ion Overman, Jacqueline Obradors, Jamie-Lyn DiScala, Jamie Luner, Jaime Pressly, Janine Turner, Jenna Von Oy, Jenna Elfman, Jennifer Garner, Jennifer Grey, Jennifer Connelly, Jeri Ryan, Jill Hennessy, Jodie Foster, Julia Roberts, Julia-Louis Dreyfus, Neve Campbell, Julianna Margulies, Julia Stiles, Julie Bowen, Juliette Lewis, Justine Bateman, Karina Lombard, Kate Bosworth, Kari Wuhrer, Kate Hudson, Katey Sagal, Katherine Heigl, Katherine Moennig, Kelly Preston, Kelly Lynch, Kim Raver, Krista Allen, Kristanna Loken, Kristen Kreuk, Kristy Swanson, Lacey Chabert, Laura Prepon, Lauren Lee Smith, Lauren Holly, Lisa Kudrow, Lori Loughlin, Lucy Lawless, Madchen Amick, Mandana Jones, Maria Conchita Alonso, Maria Bello, Piper Perabo, Maura Tierney, Meg Ryan, Melissa Sagemiller, Mercedes Ruehl, Michelle Krusiec, Monica Potter, Milla Jovovich, Molly Culver, Minnie Driver, Monica Keena, Natalie Portman, Natascha McElhone, Natasha Gregson Wagner, Natasha Henstridge, Nicole Ari Parker, Nia Long, Nia Peeples, Nicole Eggert, Nicole Sullivan, Nikki Cox, Patricia Arquette, Patricia Heaton, Persia White, Peta Wilson, Poppy Montgomery, Queen Latifah, Rachel Weisz, Rebecca Romijn-Stamos, Rena Sofer, Robin Givens, Robin Tunney, Roma Maffia, Rosa Blasi, Rosario Dawson, Roselyn Sanchez, Rosie Perez, Samantha Mathis, Selma Blair, Shannon Sturges, Shannyn Sossamon, Shiri Appleby, Simone Lahbib, Soleil Moon Frye, Sophia Bush, Stacey Dash, Susan Ward, Teri Hatcher, Teri Polo, Tia Carrare, Tiffani Thiessen, Traylor Howard, Uma Thurman, Valerie Bertinelli, Vanessa L. Williams, Vanessa Marcil, Wendy Crewson, Wendie Malick, Vivica A. Fox, Xenia Seeberg, Victoria Pratt, Yancy Butler, Mira Sorvino, Natashia Williams, Sofia Milos, Leila Arcieri, Talisa Soto, Dania Ramirez, Rachel Shelley, Ashley Scott, Meredith McGeachie, Camille Sullivan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is all for now. Might add some more later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-112113849631056953?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/112113849631056953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=112113849631056953' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112113849631056953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/112113849631056953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2005/07/actresses.html' title='Actresses'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-111765734715135781</id><published>2005-06-01T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T10:51:52.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can breathe! Actually, I can't right now 'cause it's stuffy in my room, but I can breathe mentally. I don't think as much as I have before about love, life, and other shit. I think I have given up on the whole true love crap. I do believe in true love and I thought I was living it, but I wasn't. Ya'll can feel sorry for me if you want, but I'm not. There are nights where I cry myself to sleep, but I'm sure a lot of people do that. I haven't been doing that much lately 'cause I can breathe. I have been sighing a lot, but I just figure it's better than screaming or crying. Don't have much else to say right now 'cept...I love you, Sassy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-111765734715135781?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/111765734715135781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=111765734715135781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/111765734715135781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/111765734715135781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2005/06/breathe.html' title='Breathe'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-111665232264000192</id><published>2005-05-21T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T10:52:35.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My life as I know is over with 'cause she has left me all alone with a broken heart and tears. I don't know how I can go on without her. She meant everything to me even though I have never met her face-to-face, but that doesn't mean I can't have feelings for her 'cause she's real and I know she is. I just want her back on here or better yet, I want her in my arms to hold onto and never let go. She has always told me to find someone else and I would never listen to her when she said it. How the hell can I find someone when she's the one that's holding my heart in her precious little hands? She's so priceless...I love her and I will never stop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-111665232264000192?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/111665232264000192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=111665232264000192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/111665232264000192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/111665232264000192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-over-now.html' title='It&apos;s Over Now'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-111656059484862133</id><published>2005-05-19T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T10:53:10.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her's &amp; My Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I Wanna Know by Joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verse 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It's amazing how you knock me off my feet, hmm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everytime you come around me I get weak, oh yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nobody ever made me feel this way, oh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You kiss my lips and then you take my breath away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, I wanna know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanna know what turns you on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I can be all that and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd like to know what makes you cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I can be the one who always makes you smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verse 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;irl, he never understood what you were worth, hmm no,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And he never took the time to make it work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby, I'm the kind of "wo"man to show concern, yes I do, oh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway that I can please you, let me learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Repeat Chorus 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell me what I gotta do to please you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby anything you say I'll do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'cause I only wanna make you happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From the bottom of my heart it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Repeat Chorus 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verse 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish that I could take a journey through your mind, alright,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And find emotions that you're always trying to hide, babe, oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I do believe that there's a love you wanna share, oh, oh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll take good care of you lady, have no fear, oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I wanna know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Repeat Chorus 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Repeat Chorus 2 (2x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Repeat Chorus 1 'til the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-111656059484862133?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/111656059484862133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=111656059484862133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/111656059484862133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/111656059484862133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2005/05/hers-my-song.html' title='Her&apos;s &amp; My Song'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-111621677500153303</id><published>2005-05-16T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T10:53:38.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I miss her so damn much. I know this may sound crazy, but I've been crying myself to sleep 'cause I miss her. I just want to hear her voice, to know she's alive. *sighs* I feel like she's moving on to better things 'cause she doesn't come on here as much, but I know it's 'cause of the phone thing. I just want to be with her, but it seems like she doesn't want me to be with her 'cause of something. I don't really know what I'm saying 'cause I'm too damn tired and sad. I'm going to shut up now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-111621677500153303?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/111621677500153303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=111621677500153303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/111621677500153303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/111621677500153303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2005/05/missing-her.html' title='Missing Her'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-111464610741815343</id><published>2005-04-27T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T10:54:32.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Shitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This may not make any sense to ya'll, but it made perfect sense to me when I wrote it down awhile ago when I was feeling shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch me as I put this dagger through my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Watch me as I bleed,&lt;br /&gt;Watch me as I cry,&lt;br /&gt;Watch me as I pleed,&lt;br /&gt;Watch me as I die.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry 'cause it's not real,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is ever real,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause once you think you have it,&lt;br /&gt;It's gone, all gone.&lt;br /&gt;Your brain is on morphine,&lt;br /&gt;You're all drugged up.&lt;br /&gt;You think you see things,&lt;br /&gt;That are really even there.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry 'cause I feel no pain,&lt;br /&gt;Because my heart has disintegrated.&lt;br /&gt;Before, I thought my heart could take it,&lt;br /&gt;But it can't.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you,&lt;br /&gt;But another name is on your tongue.&lt;br /&gt;I have no heart 'cause I gave it to you awhile ago,&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like you failed to acknowledge that fact.&lt;br /&gt;And now that my heart is gone,&lt;br /&gt;I will never love anyone,&lt;br /&gt;The same way I love you, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there it is...bleh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-111464610741815343?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/111464610741815343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=111464610741815343' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/111464610741815343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/111464610741815343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2005/04/feeling-shitty.html' title='Feeling Shitty'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11680144.post-111171512503251680</id><published>2005-04-13T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T10:55:31.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I found love...so I thought, but it turns out my heart led me in the wrong direction. I guess it was lust, but it doesn't seem that way. I want her, but not 'cause she belongs to someone else, I want her 'cause I love her and want to treat her with the respect and love she deserves, even though she doesn't think she does. I've listen to her cry and have cried with her, I've listened to her speak and melted away, her voice echos in my head while I daydream of her being here with me. I know I'm insane and have no clue what to do, but when I'm in that spot, I feel loved and everytime I hear her voice, I feel like I've found love all over again. She says I should move on, but how can I do so, when SHE has my heart? Life may go on, but it still sucks. I'm sure I will find someone who will love me the way that I love them, but right now, I feel like that could never happen 'cause if I do that means I'm letting her go and I can't do that. When I talk to her, whether it be online or on the phone, I feel like nobody else exist...is that a bad thing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I come online and sign onto my Messenger, I hope to see her name there and when it's not, a frown comes upon my face. In a way, I am addicted to her and in another way, I am obsessed with her, depending on how you look at it. I think about her everyday and I care so much for her that it kills me to see her in pain...any kind of pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just need to stop letting things that are said bother me so damn much. I also need to stop worrying so damn much, but it's hard to change things when you've been doing it for so long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, this is my blog....bleh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11680144-111171512503251680?l=lissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/111171512503251680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11680144&amp;postID=111171512503251680' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/111171512503251680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11680144/posts/default/111171512503251680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lissassy.blogspot.com/2005/04/finding-love.html' title='Finding Love'/><author><name>Lissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193005734268997844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/images/674032_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
