<?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-13121049</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:00:22.129-05:00</updated><category term='baseball'/><category term='things to do'/><category term='RedSox'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Foolishness'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='dating party'/><category term='workout'/><category term='girly girl'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>The Truth Will Set You Free</title><subtitle type='html'>If you tell the truth you don't have to remember anything.

MarkTwain</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SoSadiStic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121049.post-8293155880288123356</id><published>2009-03-29T21:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:02:24.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121049-8293155880288123356?l=sosadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/feeds/8293155880288123356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121049&amp;postID=8293155880288123356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/8293155880288123356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/8293155880288123356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/2009/03/road-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>SoSadiStic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121049.post-5538239900965587039</id><published>2008-06-17T21:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T21:24:18.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It My Turn?</title><content type='html'>Why is it that when your life sucks, it seems like everyone else is having a great time? Why is it when your life is going great and you just want to share the goodness with everyone, it seems like their lives are going down the toilet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell my friends how excited I am about my new job to be and about the stupid thing my cool co-worker did. I want to talk about how much I miss him being there and how I can't wait to see him soon. I want to talk about my vacation and about how he is going away again. I want to tell them how my life is going great but I can't because they just lost their jobs, they are having relationship issues. They just don't want to talk right now and I understand because I have been there and done that already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sit and wait and my stories never get told. I do the right thing. I listen and be supportive, wishing that someone supported me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121049-5538239900965587039?l=sosadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/feeds/5538239900965587039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121049&amp;postID=5538239900965587039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/5538239900965587039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/5538239900965587039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/2008/06/is-it-my-turn.html' title='Is It My Turn?'/><author><name>SoSadiStic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121049.post-5844185756185504385</id><published>2008-06-17T19:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T20:13:14.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to Wear</title><content type='html'>I'm hot, I'm tired, and I'm bothered. I have four more days before I head to the Bahamas and I still have nothing to wear to my brothers wedding. Every store(that is in my price range) has similar dresses, none of which I like. Many of the dresses are similar to dresses that I own already. I want something different. This is my first beach wedding and I was instructed to look fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;Its so hard to be fabulous and broke. Well... I'm not really broke so I guess I should say fabulous and cheep. I really don't want to pay more than $100 for a dress. I mean, I'm not getting married. I just bought my plane ticket, clothes, shoes, I'll have to pay for food, and not to mention the hotel. This does not even include a gift and I have not even done my hair.&lt;br /&gt;GOSH! Would they spend this much money on me? Sometimes I wonder. Anyhow, I just checked the weather report and it says thunderstorms for the next 10 days. The last place I want to be is on the beach in the rain. Well, I hope God holds the rain up for a day. I'm sure this trip will end up marvelous and I will look as fabulous as ever...like usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those of you who have not seen me lately, here is a picture to remind you of what you are missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52K0tbJ4uZM/SFhSmYd_ZGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0kAKJt-LRSE/s1600-h/P3310513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52K0tbJ4uZM/SFhSmYd_ZGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0kAKJt-LRSE/s320/P3310513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213007388038095970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121049-5844185756185504385?l=sosadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/feeds/5844185756185504385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121049&amp;postID=5844185756185504385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/5844185756185504385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/5844185756185504385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/2008/06/nothing-to-wear.html' title='Nothing to Wear'/><author><name>SoSadiStic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52K0tbJ4uZM/SFhSmYd_ZGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0kAKJt-LRSE/s72-c/P3310513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121049.post-2011951290426240211</id><published>2007-12-12T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T19:00:33.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ike Turner</title><content type='html'>Ike turner died today and all I could think about was the line "Eat the cake, Anna Mae"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ike Turner, What's Love Got To Do With It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A lot of people believe that the movie is the true story, that Tina did. I don't wanna debate on Ike &amp; Tina, but I have to say this one thing... That movie was the biggest lie, and even Tina said that it's a lie. And she don't like the movie. But she started put gas on the fire by supporting it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ike Turner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121049-2011951290426240211?l=sosadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/feeds/2011951290426240211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121049&amp;postID=2011951290426240211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/2011951290426240211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/2011951290426240211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/2007/12/ike-turner.html' title='Ike Turner'/><author><name>SoSadiStic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121049.post-5603135900897996201</id><published>2007-10-24T21:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T21:55:40.371-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RedSox'/><title type='text'>Time to Myself.</title><content type='html'>This is the first week in my life when i can say that i have actually been home alone. 7 days of being all by myself. Its actually not as bad as I expected it to be. On day one, I found myself with all of the TVs on and the radio on just to hear noise. It was getting so quiet in my house. I swear i could hear my next door neighbors music playing. &lt;br /&gt;I was so productive on Monday. I cooked, cleaned out the car, and cleaned the house. I even watched BET and caught up on all the videos that i have never seen (you know the owns that i am embarrassed to admit that i actually like). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Side Bar***&lt;br /&gt;I am watching the World Series and the Red Socks are kicking ass. This is incredible. Its only the top of the second and the score is already 1 to 4 Red Sox. &lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so anyway, like I was saying before I digressed, I watched all these new videos, I saw the BET 2007 awards show because it was rerunning, I watch Greys Anatomy on abc.com and I even caught up on Girlfriends on the CW. I had a very productive day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been reading this book called Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides. I saw it at Borders. When i read the back i got really interested to read more. Its about a "person" who was born intersexed but it was not discovered until she was 14 years old. Her grandparents are also brother and sister. How incestuous is that? I couldn't imagine even thinking of my brother in that way. *YUCK*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some how this book interested me because i just wanted to educate myself on the sinful ways of this earth. LOL. If you have some time. I would recommend you read this book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. I need to focus all my attention to the RedSox. I must go. My week alone is actually going smoothly and its moving faster than i expected. Being alone is still nothing that i would like to get used to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121049-5603135900897996201?l=sosadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/feeds/5603135900897996201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121049&amp;postID=5603135900897996201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/5603135900897996201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/5603135900897996201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/2007/10/time-to-myself.html' title='Time to Myself.'/><author><name>SoSadiStic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121049.post-3192209001041102760</id><published>2007-08-15T09:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T09:45:55.730-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating party'/><title type='text'>Twentysomethings Four Minute Dating Party</title><content type='html'>What do you think about 4 minute dating parties? I keep getting these invitations but I still can’t see myself attending one of these events. I’m new to this city and I would like to meet young professionals but, is this the route that I want to take? I don’t know!&lt;br /&gt;My curiosity wants me to attend just one event so that I can have a first hand experience. I need someone to go with me… who is down?  If it turns out to be an unsuccessful experience, we will erase it from out memories, act like it never happened. Just like the events in the movie Men in Black. Let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121049-3192209001041102760?l=sosadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/feeds/3192209001041102760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121049&amp;postID=3192209001041102760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/3192209001041102760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/3192209001041102760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/2007/08/twentysomethings-four-minute-dating.html' title='Twentysomethings Four Minute Dating Party'/><author><name>SoSadiStic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121049.post-8127323957936589297</id><published>2007-08-05T21:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T22:05:53.002-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things to do'/><title type='text'>My To Do List</title><content type='html'>Here is my to do list for the next few months.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Take the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gmat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Get into a great MBA program&lt;br /&gt;3) Buy a car&lt;br /&gt;4) Pay off my credit card bills&lt;br /&gt;4.5) Get my body right! Loose 15 lbs. Develop some abs!&lt;br /&gt;5) Maybe become serious with a guy&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, maybe not serious but settle for only one guy.&lt;br /&gt;7)Get a new job&lt;br /&gt;8) Buy a house&lt;br /&gt;9) Become more social&lt;br /&gt;10)Vacation every year&lt;br /&gt;11) State Hop... Road trip.. Like back then&lt;br /&gt;12) Live life, go crazy&lt;br /&gt;13) Skinny dip, sky dive&lt;br /&gt;14) Learn to swim&lt;br /&gt;15) Be a big kid on the weekend and a grown up during the week.&lt;br /&gt;16) Have fun. Work hard, play harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52K0tbJ4uZM/RrZ81Q-1ZyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RPmLEFKpVYg/s1600-h/fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095397282949719842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52K0tbJ4uZM/RrZ81Q-1ZyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RPmLEFKpVYg/s320/fun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Buy more clothes, get new glasses, buy more shoes&lt;br /&gt;18) Let others see God through me. (yup, i always have to through that in there)&lt;br /&gt;19) Make my own movie&lt;br /&gt;20) Live healthy, Die HAPPY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121049-8127323957936589297?l=sosadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/feeds/8127323957936589297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121049&amp;postID=8127323957936589297' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/8127323957936589297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/8127323957936589297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-to-do-list.html' title='My To Do List'/><author><name>SoSadiStic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52K0tbJ4uZM/RrZ81Q-1ZyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RPmLEFKpVYg/s72-c/fun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121049.post-1744318150716533230</id><published>2007-07-30T15:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T15:29:57.342-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workout'/><title type='text'>Reclaiming my SEXY</title><content type='html'>I think its time for me to get serious about working out and eating healthy again. I can’t say that I eat very unhealthy, but I do eat my unhealthy snacks from time to time. I’ve been looking at my body and my one pack is gone.&lt;br /&gt;One pack…you laugh!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I had only one pack, but that is more than many people have. I’m going to work out 3 times a week. I’m not in college anymore I can’t work out everyday. Working out my abs was so important. Once I stopped doing them I really see the difference.  I’m not trying to be skinny, just healthy. I don’t want to see any rolls, flab, cellulite, and I am tired of my thighs rubbing together.&lt;br /&gt;I am 5’9. 165 lbs and I wear a size 10. I want to drop down just a little bit so that I can feel comfortable in my shorts.&lt;br /&gt;I know I can do it. I’ve done it before.&lt;br /&gt;I’m reclaiming my sexy size 8 with my sexy one pack. Maybe this time I’ll get two.&lt;br /&gt;God didn’t give me that “perfect body” because he knew I would be on someone’s calendar and walking the streets half naked. He wants better for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121049-1744318150716533230?l=sosadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/feeds/1744318150716533230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121049&amp;postID=1744318150716533230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/1744318150716533230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/1744318150716533230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/2007/07/reclaiming-my-sexy.html' title='Reclaiming my SEXY'/><author><name>SoSadiStic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121049.post-5170862183247894839</id><published>2007-07-29T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T22:48:02.170-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>Man, I am so tired right now. I didn't do much this weekend but i guess i did enough for my eyes to be blurry. The past week was very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;event full&lt;/span&gt; for me: work every day and happy hour twice. I even made it to church on sabbath morning and did my hair while watching the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yankees&lt;/span&gt; loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet my co worker that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yankees&lt;/span&gt; were going to bet the orioles on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; and of course, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; me. Tomorrow morning i am going to have to listen to his rants and raves on why the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yankees&lt;/span&gt; suck. (I'll be tuning him out the whole time.) To make matters even worse, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mets&lt;/span&gt; lost to the nationals. How terrible is that? They should be ashamed to loose to that clubhouse. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nat's&lt;/span&gt; are the worst team in the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My co worker gets lunch on me tomorrow. I learned my lesson. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to stop betting for a little bit. Not until my confidence level in NY ball cubs increases. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have money to waste on other people when i can be wasting it on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least both teams won today. Good job! Just a little too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121049-5170862183247894839?l=sosadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/feeds/5170862183247894839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121049&amp;postID=5170862183247894839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/5170862183247894839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/5170862183247894839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/2007/07/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>SoSadiStic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121049.post-7709050517584637305</id><published>2007-07-17T15:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T15:14:14.117-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girly girl'/><title type='text'>Who's that girl?</title><content type='html'>I am that girl.&lt;br /&gt;The one I tried so hard not to be. The girl that I heard about and wondered… “Why is she was so stupid?” “Why would she get into that situation? “That’s what she gets because she allowed him to get away with that bull shit.”&lt;br /&gt;I am that girl.&lt;br /&gt;At the drop of the dime I found myself involved in short spurts of espionage. I was trying to figure out what he was doing when I should have been doing more important things. At the time that was the most important thing. I can’t focus on anything else. I try to work but I’m getting nothing done.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I’m that girl.&lt;br /&gt;I never used to be like this. I need to turn back the hands of time. You know, back to those day when I didn’t give a shit. The days when none of you were important and I just focused on myself.&lt;br /&gt;The day I was that girl but I did not know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121049-7709050517584637305?l=sosadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/feeds/7709050517584637305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121049&amp;postID=7709050517584637305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/7709050517584637305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/7709050517584637305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/2007/07/whos-that-girl.html' title='Who&apos;s that girl?'/><author><name>SoSadiStic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121049.post-2816574949466711951</id><published>2007-07-13T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T22:32:27.539-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Cant trust a friend</title><content type='html'>Can’t trust a friend&lt;br /&gt;Can’t trust a friend&lt;br /&gt;Can’t trust a friend, thought that she was my homie&lt;br /&gt;I remember back way in the day&lt;br /&gt;We used to share most anything (we did)&lt;br /&gt;We were so close, inseperable&lt;br /&gt;The secrets we shared, nobody knew &lt;br /&gt;why would she do this to me (i don't know)&lt;br /&gt;Suposed to be my friend, not enemy(She played you out like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t trust a friend&lt;br /&gt;Thought that she was my homie&lt;br /&gt;Never think that she would betray me&lt;br /&gt;She’s the one who’s got me in this mess&lt;br /&gt;Goes to show you can’t trust a friend&lt;br /&gt;Thought that she was my homie&lt;br /&gt;Never think that she would betray me&lt;br /&gt;Goes to show you can’t trust a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late night talkin on the phone&lt;br /&gt;She made me feel so comfortable&lt;br /&gt;Pretending all the time that I was safe&lt;br /&gt;But thats was a part of the scheme she played&lt;br /&gt;Supossed to be my friend, not enemy&lt;br /&gt;Goes to show you can’t trust a friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121049-2816574949466711951?l=sosadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/feeds/2816574949466711951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121049&amp;postID=2816574949466711951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/2816574949466711951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/2816574949466711951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/2007/07/cant-trust-friend.html' title='Cant trust a friend'/><author><name>SoSadiStic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121049.post-5296389918597319384</id><published>2007-07-10T18:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T18:33:59.355-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>The Way I Are</title><content type='html'>I ain't got no money&lt;br /&gt;I ain't got no car to take you on a date&lt;br /&gt;I can't even buy you flowers&lt;br /&gt;But together we could be the perfect soul mates&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby if you strip, you can get a tip&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I like you just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;(I'm about to strip and I want it quick&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle me the way I are?)&lt;br /&gt;I don't need the G's or the car keys&lt;br /&gt;Boy I like you just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;Let me see ya strip, you can get a tip&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I like, I like, I like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever really listened to the words of the foolishness that we jam to everyday in our cars? I was so embarrassed when I saw the video and actually listened to the words of a few songs that I had on heavy rotation.  If you have seen the video for a song called Ah Bay Bay then you know what I mean. I should have known better. I was surprised for some odd reason when I saw this young ghetto looking kid in a long white tee on the train tracks with beads in his hair. Now I still don't know his name, but that song played so much on the radio that I actually started to like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this other stupid song that I love, "wipe me down' by Young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Boosie&lt;/span&gt;. When i drive through my neighborhood or when i am on the train, I make sure i turn down my music because i am so embarrassed.  I guess we are all just desensitized. Americans... some would say... are so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did it become so cool to speak incorrect English?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121049-5296389918597319384?l=sosadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/feeds/5296389918597319384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121049&amp;postID=5296389918597319384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/5296389918597319384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/5296389918597319384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/2007/07/way-i-are.html' title='The Way I Are'/><author><name>SoSadiStic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121049.post-2660745888825401983</id><published>2007-06-28T16:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T18:03:19.278-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>My December</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/7e/My_December_Album.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/7e/My_December_Album.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52K0tbJ4uZM/RoZw3ZLDhHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0O941W1e1po/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say that Kelly Clarkson has another hit album on her hands. She was the best choice to win American Idol during her season. She turned out to be a huge success. I always liked her but I didn’t think that I would like her this much. AOL has her new album on the free listening party session this week. My December has been playing since 9 am this morning. I keep playing it over and over because it is that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to download it when it comes out (from Itunes of course). For the past few weeks I had Maroon 5 on heavy rotation. I think Kelly may take their place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite tracks:&lt;br /&gt;Sober&lt;br /&gt;Judas&lt;br /&gt;Haunted&lt;br /&gt;Be Still – I love the tranquil feeling that this song bestows upon me.&lt;br /&gt;Never Again – I hated this song when I first heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go pick up a copy this week or download it from Itunes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121049-2660745888825401983?l=sosadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://music.aol.com/songs/new_releases_full_cds' title='My December'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/feeds/2660745888825401983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121049&amp;postID=2660745888825401983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/2660745888825401983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/2660745888825401983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-december.html' title='My December'/><author><name>SoSadiStic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121049.post-655244464920078487</id><published>2007-06-21T19:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T18:04:48.759-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foolishness'/><title type='text'>Classic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_DaedQloZvA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_DaedQloZvA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is one of those videos that are even more funny when you are engaged in illegal activities. (So they say). And to think that this guy really is not Jamaican. LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121049-655244464920078487?l=sosadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/feeds/655244464920078487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121049&amp;postID=655244464920078487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/655244464920078487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/655244464920078487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/2007/06/classic.html' title='Classic'/><author><name>SoSadiStic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121049.post-4373950821257807846</id><published>2007-06-18T14:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T18:05:57.738-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Life is what you make it.</title><content type='html'>As I sit on the National Mall during my lunch break, I am reminded of God’s creations. “Let There Be Light”. The sun is beaming down on my but I enjoy it. As I sit here soaking up the sun, I watch as the beautiful people exercise. Topless men and woman in their sports bras! Hey… Its 95 degrees!&lt;br /&gt;Across from me is a yellow school bus, complete with school children visiting the capitol. They are so happy to be outdoors rather than being inside doing school work. I feel the same way. Sometimes it is nice to come outside and enjoy the scenery.&lt;br /&gt;Working in DC opens up many windows for me. It’s not like NYC. Actually it’s quite different. I can see myself being very successful in this place but I can’t see myself here forever. I miss the youthfulness and the diversity of NYC. Life is what you make it. I just have to make it down here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121049-4373950821257807846?l=sosadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/feeds/4373950821257807846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121049&amp;postID=4373950821257807846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/4373950821257807846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/4373950821257807846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-is-what-you-make-it.html' title='Life is what you make it.'/><author><name>SoSadiStic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121049.post-312738669373673133</id><published>2007-06-18T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T18:04:10.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a long time. I should not have left you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;It’s been a long time since I last blogged. That’s life. Blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt; was the last thing on my mind. I was boggled down with many other stresses. Any how, I am back now.&lt;/span&gt; Lets get back to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121049-312738669373673133?l=sosadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/feeds/312738669373673133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121049&amp;postID=312738669373673133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/312738669373673133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/312738669373673133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-been-long-time-i-should-not-have.html' title='Its been a long time. I should not have left you...'/><author><name>SoSadiStic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121049.post-114550835311724668</id><published>2006-04-20T00:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T00:48:36.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Worry</title><content type='html'>Some times I worry about things and I don't know why but being unemployed for 2 and a half months is really beginning to eat away at me. I know that I could be worst off, and that there are many people who are worst off than I am, but it still hurts to know that after doing to college and doing well you still can not live up to your own expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that God has a plan for me. I don't know what it is, or when its going to come into effect. I don't know what else I can do to make myself more marketable to these employers. I go to recruitment activities, career fairs and expose. I have these interviews and second interviews but I always get the email or the letter in the mail that states that I wasn't chosen. The think is that I am a recent college grad. I worked for 6 months and got laid off along with 749 other people. In business terms, I still don't have any work experience. That's why I cant get hired. They want someone with 2-5 years of experience because nobody wants to spend money to train workers anymore. How do they expect us to get experience when we cant find a job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even tried the gradschool route, but guess what? Its recommended that you work for 2 years so that you are sure of the MBA program that you want to be in. Now isn't that some BS. Either route I take leaves me looking for a job, and looking for a good job is a full time job in itself. I don't want to become to worried, but how can I not? I grew up disadvantaged and when I got the opportunity I ran with it, but bad things happen to good people sometimes. I don't want my cycle to be reversed. I wont allow it. What else can I do but pray, hope and try to keep my head above water as I look for a job every day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121049-114550835311724668?l=sosadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/feeds/114550835311724668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121049&amp;postID=114550835311724668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/114550835311724668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/114550835311724668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/2006/04/worry.html' title='Worry'/><author><name>SoSadiStic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121049.post-112312442073068990</id><published>2005-08-03T22:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T00:46:07.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes I Am Better than You</title><content type='html'>I have 2 more days to get ready for my cruise and i am not packed and my hair is not done. Like most black women who plan to be in the water all day for about a week would, i decided to put braids in my hair to escape the nappy hassle of trying to do my hair everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left work and i went to 125 to get my hair braided. Everyone knows that you get off the train in harlem and the africans recruit you to get your hair braided. I already knew what style i wanted i just had to explain it to them and let them get to work. But thats where the problem started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Africans come into this country looking for a better life. Or at least that is what i thought. They own these hair braiding shops or is owned by someone they know, but they don't take any care of their work place. I went from hair dresser to hair dresser looking to see where i was going to get my hair done. Most of these stores in harlem were so disgusting that i didnt even want to go into the shop. When i say disgusting i mean, there were soooo many roaches crawling up and down the walls and there was just so much hair and food on the floor. The place was a disgrace. I didnt want to even step foot into such a nasty place. For one thing, i am allergic to roaches and for another, i had on my good work clothes. I didnt want anything of mine to get messed up in those places.&lt;br /&gt;One lady thought that i was very rude because i didnt want to sit down. But really, there was no way i was sitting in that dirty seat. I didnt even want to touch the hair book because it was sticky. All i wanted to do was get out of there. Its not that i think that i am better than anybody, but i am. I know better and i want better for myself. I dont settle for less. There is no reason why anyone should be subjected to work in such an unsanitary place and if i am paying $100 to get my hair done and i am going to be sitting there for 4-5 hrs, i at least want to be comfortable. I dont want to get on the train when i am done and then see a roach crawling out of my bag. i would be sooo angry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121049-112312442073068990?l=sosadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/feeds/112312442073068990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121049&amp;postID=112312442073068990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/112312442073068990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/112312442073068990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/2005/08/yes-i-am-better-than-you.html' title='Yes I Am Better than You'/><author><name>SoSadiStic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121049.post-112224199496177239</id><published>2005-07-24T17:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T18:00:06.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/99/7043/640/One%20Pack%20on%20the%20way.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/99/7043/320/One%20Pack%20on%20the%20way.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My One Pack is on the Way! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look really closely. maybe even close one eye.  I think it looks damn good so far.  Don't hate. How many of you all can say that you kept your new years resolution of going to the gym and actually gettin rock hard abs... ok well maybe not rock hard but they arent soft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121049-112224199496177239?l=sosadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/feeds/112224199496177239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121049&amp;postID=112224199496177239' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/112224199496177239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/112224199496177239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-one-pack-is-on-way-look-really.html' title=''/><author><name>SoSadiStic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121049.post-112223574807215025</id><published>2005-07-24T15:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T17:55:31.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look into my Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;....Tell Me What You See&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see how much I enjoy living with my mom, but sometime I just don't understand her logic. Can you tell me why she thinks that AC can make you sick? Is it because she is old fashioned? Can you tell me why she likes to lay on the floor under the window and wait for a breeze instead of turning on the fan? Is it because the fan only blows hot air? I thought that hot air was better than no air at all. I could be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see how much I love my job but wish it wasn't so far away? But I am not even going to blog about my job because I don't want to be one of those people in the newspaper under the title "blogger ousted". That's not my style. I like my money. Checks come in real handy if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see how the pigs are just riding the train to get air condition cause its too hot outside? I have real issues with the pigs. Where were they on the 22nd when they were supposed to start random checks. How come they weren't in the train station when I caught the train. Isn't the mta spending all this money on over time for them to keep us safe? Where is the mta getting all this money from. I thought our country is in a big deficit. How come we always have millions of dollars to spend? Are they thinking about raising the fairs again? I cant afford more than $2 a trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see how I am trying to be more like you and less like them but I keep running into my bad habits? I'm trying to be a better person. Can you see how it sucks to be seen as that kid that did so well and moved on to bigger and better. They always expect more and put more pressure on me because I was that kid. Little did they know... LOL, that kid had other plans.&lt;br /&gt;I am even trying to read more. I didn't have time for the negro books in college. I was too busy trying to be better than the white man. I only took 1 africana studies class. How else was I gonna become a successful business woman. Now that I am back with my people I need to know what's really good, na'mean. I have to play catchup cause I missed out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121049-112223574807215025?l=sosadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/feeds/112223574807215025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121049&amp;postID=112223574807215025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/112223574807215025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/112223574807215025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/2005/07/look-into-my-eyes.html' title='Look into my Eyes'/><author><name>SoSadiStic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121049.post-112094371228518564</id><published>2005-07-09T17:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T17:54:54.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain Make Them Go Away</title><content type='html'>Happy Sabbath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came from church and I am real tired. I leave everyday at 7am to go to work and I don't get back till 7:30 or 8pm. On Saturday's I go to church b/c I am Seventh Day Adventist and I believe that the seventh day of the week is the Sabbath. OK.. so anyhow......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the bus today to church so on my way back I notice that there are a bunch of block parties today. ***When there are block parties on the blocks of the bus route, the bus has to go off the route. *** So, on my way back home, I missed my stop because I couldn't tell what street the bus turned on. I ended up downtown Brooklyn, but that was fine. I could just catch the 41 bus and get home with no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get to my stop on the 41 line I see there is a block party going on the block across from mine. All I could think is "dang man, give a nigga some sun and they cant stay inside"... mind you I just came from church so I am tired and beat from the week not to mention I am starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All week it was nasty, it rained almost everyday and now on Sabbath it all of a sudden was a nice day. All week I been praying for it to be a nice day outside. All week with the acception of today. I already went were I had to go for the day so I don't care about outside anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went upstairs to my apartment and you know, I am still in a holy mood because I just came from church but all I can hear from my apartment is the loud secular music that is blasting across the street. So, I am starting to get pissed off. All I want is some peace and quiet on my day of rest. LOL ( I should know that isn't really possible because I live in flatbush, but I wish for it anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am in my room and I cant get the peace that I want so I decided to blast my gospel music so that these heathans can get a little taste of holy music for a bit. All the while I am wishing they would shut their music off so that I can turn my volume down so I can take a nap. All of a sudden I hear lighting and thunder and I look out my window and it started pouring. The next thing I realize is that its quiet outside. All them little niggas went inside cause they cant get their hair wet and they get get their systems wet because its their prize possessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look out the window and I smile. THERE MUST BE A GOD SOMEWHERE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121049-112094371228518564?l=sosadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/feeds/112094371228518564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121049&amp;postID=112094371228518564' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/112094371228518564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/112094371228518564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/2005/07/rain-rain-make-them-go-away.html' title='Rain Rain Make Them Go Away'/><author><name>SoSadiStic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121049.post-112070500158049044</id><published>2005-07-06T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T22:56:41.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Blockers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I just started my new job, and I must say that I really like it so far, but of course, every new job seems great in the beginning. That's why I accepted the position. The only thing that really bothers me is that they block most sites that when idle I just might happen to surf on. I can't even check my email if its not company email. I just got addicted to blogging but I really don't get the chance to do it. I leave my house at 7 am and I don't get back till 7:30 or 8pm. That's almost my whole day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know I need to go to the gym but with a schedule like this it is so hard so I know that I need to force and motivate myself before I start gaining unwanted pounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So today at work (I'm still in training), I learned that I am an extrovert. I don't know if you have ever been through the Management By Strengths program at your job, but if you have you know how interesting it is and how you can learn to work along with other's personalities. It works on a color scale based on a short set of questions that you answer. Try it at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.strengths.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;www.strengths.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. My results turned out green but I am borderline red. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I found out that I am very team oriented but at the same time, I can be very direct and abrupt with people. I also found out that I have low tolerance for blue people because I tend to always be in a rush and I don't like to wait for anything even thought I sometimes wait till the last minute to do things.... OK OK, so maybe I didn't just learn these things. I've been like this my whole life. This test was right on the money. Go take it and introduce it at your work place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm out, its past my bed time. I got a wake up at 6am now. I'm in the real workforce!! Don't call me anymore after 11. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121049-112070500158049044?l=sosadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/feeds/112070500158049044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121049&amp;postID=112070500158049044' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/112070500158049044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/112070500158049044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-blockers.html' title='Blog Blockers'/><author><name>SoSadiStic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121049.post-112027653310594802</id><published>2005-07-01T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T00:14:15.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need a Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you ever get sick and tired of being the friend that listens to others problems? I do, all the time. And recently its getting worse. Lately it seems like my friends are just putting themselves into stupid positions then they call me to ask me my opinion on what I think they should do. If you know me, you know that I am not the type of person who actually cares. I really could give a flying fuck about who is messing with who and in what position. I have 3 best friends and they all are really annoying me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best friend #1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get many calls everyday and they all sum up to the same thing. "I slept with Mike. What should I do?" My reply to that is: that is your business. What can you tell someone when you feel like your words goes in one ear and out the other. If you are sleeping with Mike, Sean, Tom, Dick and Harry and you guys are all in the same area and they all play ball together, don't you think that one day they might just all find out? Common sense would tell me that if I am going to play games, at least do it in different zip codes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best friend #2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is a nigga that has too many tricks up his sleeves, they type of friend that always tells you the truth, but only when you ask. So if I happen to not ask I would never know. I guess people would call that the don't ask don't tell policy. But see, that only works if both of you are playing the game. I never knew that was the policy he was on until just one day, out of the blue I found out that he had a girlfriend. Then I found out that he bought a car. A few months later I found out that he bought a house and had moved. The next thing I know I am finding all these books about marriage around his house and in his car.&lt;br /&gt;So I get a little pissed off because since when do you keep life changing events from your best friend? Nigga got me thinking that I lost my spot. Maybe we aren't as cool as I thought we were because I don't see how someone could forget to tell me things like that.&lt;br /&gt;I don't keep my mouth shut when calls. If something is on my mind I will just say it, but you know what his response always is???? Here it goes...&lt;strong&gt;"I didn't tell you? I could have sworn I told you. I told somebody!"&lt;/strong&gt; Well nigga there must be someone more important than me cause I never knew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best friend #3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best friend that I referenced in the "Diamonds are Forever" post. I don't know what else to say, she is getting more and more crazy as her pregnancy progresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Am I wrong for not wanting to hear this shit any more? I just need a break!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121049-112027653310594802?l=sosadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/feeds/112027653310594802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121049&amp;postID=112027653310594802' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/112027653310594802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/112027653310594802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-need-break.html' title='I Need a Break'/><author><name>SoSadiStic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121049.post-111999768386362845</id><published>2005-06-28T18:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T10:24:13.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago Meetup</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will just like to start off by saying that sadly I will not be in attendance at the blogger meetup in Chicago. I am a bit bitter about it because I do really want to go. I have to start work the next day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick and tired of hearing Cee talk about Chicago. "Do you think I should wear this", "I wonder who else is staying in my hotel", "My flight..... blah blah blah blah" that's all I hear! Quite frankly, at this point, I don't care who goes to Chicago, how much fun you guys have, how much you can't remember because you drank too much, etc. I am taking a week off of blogging because every blog i read says something about Chicago and that shit didnt even come yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the the July 4th weekend, I hope you guys have no fun. I hope everyone shows up really late. I hope it rains, and when I say rains, I mean pours! I hope your hotels SUCK! I hope your drinks are watered down and the food is not worth the money. &lt;strong&gt;You get my drift!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that said get there and get back safely!&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;By the way, did you see the EVE SEX TAPE???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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/13121049-111999768386362845?l=sosadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/feeds/111999768386362845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121049&amp;postID=111999768386362845' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/111999768386362845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/111999768386362845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/2005/06/chicago-meetup.html' title='Chicago Meetup'/><author><name>SoSadiStic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121049.post-111945854289672134</id><published>2005-06-22T12:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T13:19:32.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Juwanna Men Do it Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Last night, I had nothing better to do so I decided to go Madison Square Garden to watch the Liberty vs. Stars. I could care less who won or lost, it was just giving me something to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We all know that women basketball is not as respected as it should be. No dunks, no fans. That's basically what it comes down to. But last night I had a great time, parcially because of the group of Puerto Rican high school kids sitting in front of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;See, most people who go to the liberty games are not fans, they are just like me. But then we have the season ticket holders who are die hard fan of these Juwanna Men. Since no one really shows up to the games, I decided to just find my way right down to the front. So close to the game that I could see every time they picked their wedgies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*SIDE NOTE* I couldn't help but wonder if those girls wear thongs or granny panties under those shorts *END NOTE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So back to the kids in front of me. They were sitting on the floor, so into the game. All I heard all night was "LIBERTAD, Que Que!. Ok so you don't understand. Let me set it up for you. These kids hardly spoke English. Either that or they just chose to speak Spanish. So every time a beat dropped ( you know they play intro's to the songs at games) they would start dancing and chanting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So 50 cents beat dropped, Candy Shop, and they all jump up and sing LIBERTAD, QUE QUE! LIBERTAD, Que Que. Next thing you know, by the second half our whole section was doing the chant. It spread like a wild fire. It went from " Damn I wish those stupid kids would sit down", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"isn't it past their bed time", to LIBERTAD, Que Que. They even had me saying it. When the Ying Yang twins beat dropped for Wait everyone went crazy. Not because Juwanna was dunking but because the beat was hot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So the liberty went on to win, yes... The Juwanna Men did it again. The stars gave them no real competition&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;LIBERTAD.... QUE QUE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121049-111945854289672134?l=sosadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/feeds/111945854289672134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121049&amp;postID=111945854289672134' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/111945854289672134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/111945854289672134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/2005/06/juwanna-men-do-it-again.html' title='Juwanna Men Do it Again'/><author><name>SoSadiStic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121049.post-111903992240356524</id><published>2005-06-17T16:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T16:26:40.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamonds are FOREVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Diamonds must be forever... I guess that's why most of you ladies out there never got one from your so called men/boyfriends. Lately, I've been running into a spree of friends who are pregnant for guys who have no intention of taking them out to dinner, much less, marrying them. Let me give you a story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have a friend, lets call her Jane. Jane is pregnant. She is having Johns baby. John Thomas Martin I is married and has a 2 month old baby. Johns baby's name is, well lets call him John Thomas Martin II. Do you see where I am going with this. His baby has the same exact name as he does. Getting back to Jane. Her baby is due in a few months and guess what she is naming her baby??? John Thomas Martin III.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now for goodness sake, can someone please tell me why Jane is being so stupid. John will have 2 children with the same exact name. And guess what???? They live in the same &lt;strong&gt;f'in &lt;/strong&gt;building. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When Johns wife found out that Jane was pregnant she was a little bit upset but not shocked. She also found out that Jane started dating her husband 1 month after they got married. Me, being the good friend that I wish I wasn't, am so tired of listening to this soap opera. I rather be listening to R Kelly's trapped in the closet at this point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;See Johns wife, that stupid bitch isn't going anywhere, because her diamond is forever. Her man isn't leaving her. But Jane thinks she is getting a ring. She was sooo wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121049-111903992240356524?l=sosadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/feeds/111903992240356524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121049&amp;postID=111903992240356524' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/111903992240356524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/111903992240356524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/2005/06/diamonds-are-forever.html' title='Diamonds are FOREVER!'/><author><name>SoSadiStic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121049.post-111869355607735072</id><published>2005-06-13T15:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T16:21:46.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Came Early</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Summer Came Early And......................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;1. I am sick and tired of seeing the girls in Harlem rocking their camel toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ghetto Parents have put up mini pools on the sidewalk for their fat children to splash in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. These damn Puerto Ricans still don't know how to act, especially at the PR parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am tired of seeing girls on the train with powder all over their chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Rasta's on flatbush still don't wear deodorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am sick of these half ass fire escape bbq's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My mom still doesn't have AC so I have to sleep naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I am disgusted by these 300 lbs parents picking up their children wearing backless club shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I still don't have the one pack that I've been working all year for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The personal trainers in bally's try to get with anything that walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The old men on the block have nothing better to do that drink red strip and 40's and watch me as I walk down the block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. These bastard children wont stop setting off firecrackers in the middle of the night until one of them gets their finger blown off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Hot 97 has the most ignorant DJ's on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Skirts are getting shorter but the cottage cheese is in abundance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. In 15 minutes I hope Michael Jackson is found guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121049-111869355607735072?l=sosadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/feeds/111869355607735072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121049&amp;postID=111869355607735072' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/111869355607735072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/111869355607735072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/2005/06/summer-came-early.html' title='Summer Came Early'/><author><name>SoSadiStic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121049.post-111826368987872367</id><published>2005-06-08T16:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T16:52:27.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Museum Mile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Yesterday, Tuesday June 7th was the 27th annual museum mile festival. Andrew and I decided to go out and get cultured. But before going out there, I had to stop by his job to "borrow some office supplies". You know what I mean. Most of us abuse our office supply privileges.&lt;br /&gt;So... It's about that time for me to go out on my interviews so that I can have my first real full time job. So I went over to Andrews job and I printed out 15 copies of my resume on their nice resume paper. Then I talked to his co workers aka got my networking in. Then we headed over to Fifth Avenue to the museums.&lt;br /&gt;Most New Yorkers have never even been to half of the attractions that the city has to offer. Being that everything was free, we decided to go to all of the museums on that mile. Our first stop was at the Guggenheim. The line was so long. Its funny how people come out when things are FREE. Next we went to the National Design Museum and. I must say that this was my favorite one. I loved the textiles that were on display there. Next there was the Jewish Museum, El Museo del Barrio, Museum of the City of New York, National Academy Museum and School of Fine Arts and of course the metropolitan Museum of Arts and many others.&lt;br /&gt;If you have not yet had your chance to go out and see these wonderful displays then take a day off of work, or if you are unemployed like me, wake up early and just go. Tomorrow is promised to no one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Big Up to Nikki for going out and getting cultured also. I ran into her on the way to the MOMA. Its funny, I could count the amount of black people I saw on my fingers and toes. OK, maybe there were a little more than that, but we need to take the time out to take advantage of the great exhibits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121049-111826368987872367?l=sosadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/feeds/111826368987872367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121049&amp;postID=111826368987872367' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/111826368987872367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/111826368987872367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/2005/06/museum-mile.html' title='The Museum Mile'/><author><name>SoSadiStic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121049.post-111765074577063746</id><published>2005-06-01T14:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T14:32:25.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC Blogger MeetUp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;See, Dial up has me so frustrated that I forgot to tell you about the NYC Blogger Meetup, or should I call it "black people show up when ever you want, eat, and when the place is closing just chill and sit back in your seats like if the city is yours". LOL&lt;br /&gt;See this meet up was very interesting. We were supposed to meet up at 9:30 pm. See if you are on CP time, that means 10:30pm. But for most, with the exception of 5 people, myself being one of them, the real get together didn't begin until maybe minutes to 12. Once again I tore up my food. I could not wait for the rest of them to get theirs. I was hungry. You, know, a 2 hr wait can do that to a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a accesskey="1" href="http://xquizzyt1.blogs.com/xquizzyt1/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Xquizzyt1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; showed up late like usual, I wasn't surprised, but I just figured out how she got left in DC. She spends way to much time in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, everything ended up fine. Some people saw things they never saw before.. ex. organs being dragged out a restaurant and onto a truck, garbage on the side walk as opposed to being in an alleyway...(Kelvin seemed to be real surprised by that, what do you expect.. He didn't know any better being from Chi town.) But we will see, when I get to Chi town they might have some real weird things that might surprise me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way, I now know the difference between country and southern thanks to Yolanda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121049-111765074577063746?l=sosadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/feeds/111765074577063746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121049&amp;postID=111765074577063746' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/111765074577063746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/111765074577063746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/2005/06/nyc-blogger-meetup.html' title='NYC Blogger MeetUp'/><author><name>SoSadiStic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121049.post-111764910240547620</id><published>2005-06-01T13:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T14:08:21.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dial Up Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;It is so hard to be a successful blogger when I am subjected to using dial up. So, I decided to move back to Brooklyn, but in this house there is no cable much less any good internet connection. Every chance I get to go online I try to do everything I have to do before the phone rings and I get cut off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Urrrrggg..., :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Being unemployed for 3 weeks is taking a toll on me. No income, no fun. How is a girl supposed to survive like this. Everything someone calls the house phone, I loose everything. So, if you have my house phone number, don't call between the hours of 12 am and 11:59 pm. I might be on the computer. OK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121049-111764910240547620?l=sosadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/feeds/111764910240547620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121049&amp;postID=111764910240547620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/111764910240547620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/111764910240547620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/2005/06/dial-up-blues.html' title='Dial Up Blues'/><author><name>SoSadiStic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121049.post-111699333945956038</id><published>2005-05-24T23:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T23:55:39.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Better Than Free Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Tonight, I went to the Cheesecake Factory with my sister and one of my friends. My friend was taking me out, her treat. There was no way I was going to refuse that. This was my first time going to the cheesecake factory. I have only heard about how great it was. After waiting about 1/2 hour to get seated, because the place was so full, we finally got our seats close to the back of the restaurant. I must say, It was a nice place indeed. My sister ordered an appetizer that was some type of corn bread with a topping of guacamole, sour cream and all the other nacho chip toppings... I wasn't feeling it. My friend got the salmon rolls which were really great. They reminded me of Thai spring rolls filled with salmon. They were quite tasty if I do say so myself. For my entree I ordered "Jumbo Chicken Chop". It looked and smelled delicious. It came with mash potatoes and string beans.&lt;br /&gt;But there was a slight problem. The sauce that they gave me had bacon in it. I do not eat any pig products. After letting my waitress know the problem, she proceed to take my food back to the kitchen to change my order. When my food was brought back to me, it was the same piece of chicken that was just soaked in the bacon filled sauce, just on a nother plate. There was no way that I was going to eat that. Luckily, the manager came walking by and I told him my troubles so he allowed me change my order and made it complementary.&lt;br /&gt;Ymmmmmmmmm... Free food, its always great. I decided to have a nice big slice of white chocolate macadamia nut cheese cake. I left that place feeling like a fat slow with 2 take home containers in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;It was all worth it. When you have time, and the money........ Go eat at the Cheesecake factory. It's delectable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121049-111699333945956038?l=sosadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/feeds/111699333945956038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121049&amp;postID=111699333945956038' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/111699333945956038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/111699333945956038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/2005/05/nothing-better-than-free-food.html' title='Nothing Better Than Free Food'/><author><name>SoSadiStic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121049.post-111691171624981723</id><published>2005-05-24T01:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T09:57:01.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DC BLOGGER MEET UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I decided to start my own blog after attending the DC Blogger Meetup. I must say, i didnt expect to have as much fun as I did. See, i just wasnt up on this blogging thing. Everyone i lived with blogged, but i just didnt have the time to waste. I was too busy. Between sleep, class, myspace, thefacebook, IM's and more sleep, I was way too occupied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;When my sister invited me to come along with her to the meet, i only went for laughs. I just knew i was going to have more fun laughing at the people than with them. Little did i know, I was about to meet some well established, or almost there... educated people with interest much similar to mine. I was instructed by Brutha Code to have my blog up by the next day. Of course its not the next day, but here i go... 4 days later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121049-111691171624981723?l=sosadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/feeds/111691171624981723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121049&amp;postID=111691171624981723' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/111691171624981723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/111691171624981723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/2005/05/dc-blogger-meet-up.html' title='DC BLOGGER MEET UP'/><author><name>SoSadiStic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13121049.post-111688669561075347</id><published>2005-05-23T18:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T22:19:02.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;My first real post is going to be great.... Just wait till i figure this thing out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13121049-111688669561075347?l=sosadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/feeds/111688669561075347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13121049&amp;postID=111688669561075347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/111688669561075347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13121049/posts/default/111688669561075347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sosadistic.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-1st-post.html' title='My 1st Post'/><author><name>SoSadiStic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
