tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76578284546300888112024-03-13T08:27:39.633-07:00Words, Sounds & WisdomAcoustic Soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15387303115954705013noreply@blogger.comBlogger233125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657828454630088811.post-37817471706990548632015-03-08T21:35:00.000-07:002015-03-08T21:35:27.879-07:00In search of…I have a friend. Said friend is very sensitive and I am very aware and sensitive to her feelings. <div>
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There are things I would like to say to her that I feel would break her and that is far from my intention. </div>
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If I could express myself the way I want to I would say something like this:</div>
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I love you dearly, Lord knows I do, but I find when I talk to you about my everyday normal things, you try your hardest to help me or attempt to fix my problems, when truly I'm just talking. Talking to hold conversation, and not looking for answers or a solution. </div>
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With that being said, there have been times when I have had specific issues/topics that dealt with us specifically where I was truly looking for answers and those conversations have gone unanswered. </div>
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I try so hard to be what you need from me and I think that maybe we have crossed our wires on what we need from one another. I feel as if I were to bring this up face to face, it would hurt your feelings and then things would just be all fucked up between us </div>
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I need to feel loved. I need to feel the love of a LOVER and not your friend Bob. </div>
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Kiss me. Hold my hand. Hug me. Tell me you love me, make love to me. If you don't feel these things tell me so I can move on. I feel like I'm in a holding pattern. </div>
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Sincerely,</div>
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Hope you guys enjoyed our day todayAcoustic Soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15387303115954705013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657828454630088811.post-9578261592871472642012-10-14T20:30:00.001-07:002012-10-14T20:30:14.581-07:00Family<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
As some of you may or may not know, I come from a pretty big family. I have 9 siblings, and I fall smack dab in the middle of them. I'm #5 of the ten.</div>
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I love my family. We are all pretty close with the excpetion of one. The youngest girl. I swear she is cut from a totally differnt cloth. She's vastly different from the rest of us.</div>
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With that being the case, we still love her and treat her the same as the rest, but it is far from easy. She drives me crazy.<br />
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Just today she said some of the stupidest shit I have ever heard come out of her mouth and I wanted to upperuct her like that bus driver did that passenger.<br />
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Most times when she does, says or acts like she does, we just chalk it up to her being her.<br />
<br />If we say something to her about her stupidity, she cusses and acts even more ignorant. My parents try to call her out on her shit, and she cusses them out and hangs up on them. She is out of control.<br />
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I seriously am about to throw in the towel and cut her loose. That's my baby sister, but damn!Acoustic Soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15387303115954705013noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657828454630088811.post-38402448171523422652012-10-09T18:43:00.003-07:002012-10-09T19:50:22.549-07:00I miss you<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">You have always been a great friend to me. After the demise of our relationship, we remained friends. Over the past few months I have reached out to you and have gotten no response.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I miss you friend. Where are you? What's going on? Have I done something to make you not want to hear from me any more?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I wish I could hear a word from you. Just to let me know you are okay.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">If you come to my house, I'm going to assume you have come to see me and spend time with me. Generally, I don't do unexpected company, but I have a few close friends that come over unannounced and vice versa.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">With that being said, if you come to my home, I'm going to be a host. Offer food or drink or whatever and entertain you. Even if we're just watching TV or a movie. If we're laughing or talking, you basically are going to have my attention, unless of course I was right in the middle of doing something and you have stopped by unexpected. But even with that, if its something that can wait, I'll put it off until after you've left or I'll say "I'm doing this, you can come here if you want".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">There are times when I have gone to someone's house and they carry on as if I'm not there. They can be upstairs or the garage, outside or even in the same room. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Often times I visit someone and I'm left alone in the living room to entertain myself. This sometimes bothers me, but I've never said anything. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So if they are doing things, they continue those things. Perhaps checking in periodically to see how or what I'm doing. Or I won't even see them until they've completed their task.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Today I visited some friends (unannounced). When I got there, they were busy. One was outside, and the other was cleaning the kitchen. Okay, no big deal. My phone rings, and because they are preoccupied, I go ahead and answer, and have a full on conversation.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Once my conversation is over, The one that was outside disappeared upstairs and the other started on a new task. So I sat there watching tv, and holding small talk with the one that was still in the room with me doing other things.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">A little time goes by, and I got notification that another friend was troubled, so I get on the phone and call that person. Yes, it's somewhat a lengthy conversation, but all the same, my friends that I was visiting were busy ignoring me anyway.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">While I'm on the phone, I notice they are preparing to leave. So I place my caller on hold and ask "are you guys leaving?". Yes, was the answer I received. So I told my caller I would call them back and hung up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So as I was saying my good-byes I was told "you are such an odd guy. You come over to talk on the phone?" I felt some kind of way about this.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">First because while I was there and not on the phone, I felt as though I wasn't there anyway because nobody had bothered to "entertain" me. Then when I get on the phone, it's suddenly a problem?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">No, I didn't come to talk on the phone. I came over to spend time with friends. Apparently time they didn't have to offer or share.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Now had they been like, "oh hey, we're busy and will be leaving pretty soon" then I would have understood, but they really didn't say much to me at all.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So I guess next time I'm there, I'll just watch TV or play on my phone until they decide to pay me attention.</span>Acoustic Soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15387303115954705013noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657828454630088811.post-49246110847436828622011-11-19T22:19:00.001-08:002011-11-19T22:19:21.041-08:00Just a thoughtSometime love just isn't enoughAcoustic Soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15387303115954705013noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657828454630088811.post-13768071272711425872011-06-21T17:43:00.001-07:002011-06-21T18:16:20.800-07:00I confess<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">I have a bad temper</span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620838350434463266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FIM8ighOZ6E/TgE6swGJ7iI/AAAAAAAAB7g/YiXb3P0FUYI/s400/temper.jpg" /></div><br /></span><br /><div align="left">I know that I have a short temper, and I <strong><em>TRY</em></strong> so hard to manage it, but it doesn't always work out that way. My friend <a href="http://rbchattbro.blogspot.com/">Richard</a> prides himself on being "easy going", but we are so opposite in that manner, and it cracks me up.</div><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><div align="left">In retrospect I see when I "went off" or reacted a way where I could have taken a different route, but didn't and then I feel bad.</div><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><div align="left">Needless to say when I'm sounding off, I feel I'm in the right, but after I cool off, I think how I could have handled the situation differently (or should I say better).</div><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><div align="left">Well, I'm trying to turn over a new leaf and have a cooler head and think before I speak. If my head explodes, you guys know why. If I slip, just know I'm trying. LOL!!</div>Acoustic Soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15387303115954705013noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657828454630088811.post-22193131376320068902011-06-12T20:06:00.000-07:002011-06-12T20:30:12.647-07:00Loud & Clear<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;">I heard it loud and clear</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">If you have read any of my most recent post, you will know I have been having some troubles in my relationship. Most of the advice I got was to voice my concerns becuase it wouldn't be fair to go on being mad and upset without my boyfriend knowing the full story. So I did.</span></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LkT6_eqi_b4/TfV_UpL26nI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/_8KydGHmxZU/s1600/silence.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617536102844263026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LkT6_eqi_b4/TfV_UpL26nI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/_8KydGHmxZU/s400/silence.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">I had a conversation with him about how I felt my concerns had gone unvalidated and how I would like for them be acknowledged.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">It was a good conversation. There was no bickering or arguing. He listened to what I had to say, and I did the same in return. He had very good points as to why he hadn't addressed the issue at hand, and in fair turnaround, I understood.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">The conversation went on and it ended with him saying he wanted to think about it. He wants to give me a deserving response as opposed to simply saying "I acknowledge you or I validate you". He wanted to be given the time to think about our most recent conversation where cooler heads prevailed.</span><br /><br />I agreed. This was a week ago.<br /><br />During this time, we have focused on getting back on track with communicating, and being loving and affectionate the way we had been. I had missed him like crazy. So it was nice to be able to laugh and talk like we had.<br /><br />So there hasn't been any response. The fact of the matter is, I feel there won't be one. I have reconcilled the fact that this particular issue will simply be swept under the carpet never to see daylight again. I suppose I'm okay with that, but it just makes me wonder if we run into big issues again, will this repeat? I don't know. I know that I love him with my whole heart and I am commited to him and this relationship.</span>Acoustic Soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15387303115954705013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657828454630088811.post-44769834412378993642011-06-03T13:48:00.000-07:002011-06-03T13:48:00.350-07:00I've made a decision<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L2wORVrJn5M/Tegww0e6IBI/AAAAAAAAB7E/o3ufCMQXq0g/s1600/at-cross-roads3.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613790550797459474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L2wORVrJn5M/Tegww0e6IBI/AAAAAAAAB7E/o3ufCMQXq0g/s320/at-cross-roads3.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;">There are going to be some changes around here</span> <br /><div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I've had this blog for a couple of years. I've talked about vacations, friends, love, family and just life as a whole. The other day I wrote about something that is very personal for me and it was a issue had a hard time expressing to the person that needed to hear it. </span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">After I wrote the blog and published it, I felt a weight taken off my shoulders. No it didn't solve anything, and I know it could have possibly fallen on deaf ears, but for me to get it off my chest was therapy in itself.</span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I haven't been very open in candid in my previous post, but from this day going forward, I am going to open up and expose myself and the things I go through. </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">This is not going to be easy for me because I'm such a personal person and I was raised old school not to air my dirty laundry and to keep my business to myself. </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">For those who read Words, Sounds & Wisdom, I may write about you. NEVER would I ever post your real name or any dead give aways because I respect each and everyone of my friends, boyfriends, and associates. If you recognize yourself and you want to expose yourself, so be it.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I have great friends and they are always there to listen and give good advise, but sometimes I just want to be able to sound off and look for advice, or sometimes when you know people so well, you know what they will say, so I'm looking to get a new voice and opinion(s).</span></div><br /><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I hope you enjoy.</span></div></div>Acoustic Soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15387303115954705013noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657828454630088811.post-89570273862785638892011-06-01T20:48:00.000-07:002011-06-01T21:27:57.725-07:00A Little About Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WVI_m-XhQqU/TecItaLINNI/AAAAAAAAB6s/2D8-ZGE4_64/s1600/Untitled1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613465036753745106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WVI_m-XhQqU/TecItaLINNI/AAAAAAAAB6s/2D8-ZGE4_64/s320/Untitled1.jpg" /></a> I have experienced love and what I thought was love. I know what love is, I know how to love and I believe I know how to receive love.<br /><br />I will say I am not very experienced in relationships. I've only had 3. First one with Greggory lasted almost 3 years. The second with Adair lasted 3 years, and the third with Darnell lasted 10 years.<br /><br />With that being said, the relationship I had with Darnell, really shouldn't have gone past 5 or 6 because after that, it was infidelity after infidelity followed by lies and deceit. There was part of me that wanted to feel like I was enough and all Darnell needed and repeatedly, it was proven I wasn't. I hate being lied to. I would rather be told the truth, and deal with it from there.<br /><br />Sadly, in my mind I thought I was able to put that hurt to rest. I thought it didn't have a lasting impression on me. I thought I had put it in the past and moved forward. After the relationship with Darnell ended I purposely stayed single. I took the time to focus on me. Get back to being me and learning how to be single. It wasn't easy.<br /><br />The simpliest part of it all was being single. I didn't desire to be with anyone, and over the years I was with Darnell, everyone knew me to be in a relationship so I just formed friendships with people.<br /><br />Once I thought I was ready to love again, I would put myself out there, and I found that everyone just wanted to have sex, and that just wasn't my thing. I am not into having casual sex. That's not to say I haven't had hook-ups, but it isn't on the top of my list.<br /><br />I've embarked on love. <br /><br />Darnell burned me emotionally and apparently mentally. I take issue with my mate being on dating sites such as BGC, A4A, Men4NOW, and any other dating site. I have serious issue with my partner having private pictures that I knjow he shares outside of our relationship. I have a hard time dealing with the fact that online, he's a HUGE flirt. I know that he has shared and exchanged XXX rated photos via text, email, and websites, and it hurts my feelings.<br /><br />As you read this, I'm sure you're asking yourself if I have vocalized this to my guy. I have. He's simply says "It's just pictures". It's so much more than that to me.<br /><br />It takes me back to my insecurities and it is now causing problems because we have totally different views on the issue and it's always making me think and wonder.<br /><br />He seems to think it's a trust issues. Is it? I don't know. I don't think for one minute he has stepped outside the relationship, so I don't see it as being a trust issue. FOR ME, it's a respect issue. To get to the point of sending nude photos, there has to be some type of talk/interaction for it to get to that level. Flirting if you will. After the pictures are exchanged, there has to be further dialogue and THAT makes me sooo uneasy. <br /><br />This could potentially cause serious issues.<br /><br />Before anyone chimes in, he's a great guy. Other than this, we have no other issues. I'm not looking for someone to be right or wrong, or to bash him or me, what I'm hoping for is some sincere advice on how we are able to get over this hump.<br /><br />Signed,<br />Wanting to hold onAcoustic Soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15387303115954705013noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657828454630088811.post-55655288780245119322011-05-28T23:12:00.000-07:002011-05-28T23:14:05.797-07:00RantI feel lonelyAcoustic Soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15387303115954705013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657828454630088811.post-64681558623876875042010-12-04T17:28:00.001-08:002010-12-04T17:28:57.621-08:00It Gets Better<object width="640" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qtk48phFK7c&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qtk48phFK7c&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"></embed></object>Acoustic Soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15387303115954705013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657828454630088811.post-5322423708145744582010-11-24T02:48:00.000-08:002010-11-24T02:48:00.757-08:00My Delivery<div align="center">*<em>In my Bernie Mac voice</em>*</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">America, I have a problem</span></strong></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TOxvUG7UQVI/AAAAAAAAB6c/jCMzlom43rQ/s1600/szo0150.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542927632633708882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TOxvUG7UQVI/AAAAAAAAB6c/jCMzlom43rQ/s320/szo0150.jpg" /></a><br /><p>It's become apparent that I don't know how to talk to people.</p><p>I can be in the best of moods, and (in my mind), I'm having a good time with my friends, but then circumstance would have it, I've either said or done something that has offended them or have put them on the defense.</p><p>There have been times when I have walked away from a conversation with a smile on my face, to later get a phone call defending something that I said or have done, and I'm flabbergast. Standing there looking like whoa!</p><p>After my friend has come after me with their double barrel shot gun loaded, I then have to defuse the situation by explaning how I wasn't mad or upset or being accusatory. </p><p>Yea, I know everyone is differently and you can't talk to or treat everyone the same. I thought I was doing just that, but apparently I have done a poor job of it, and I now see the light.</p><p>America, I now know my downfall and I have set a goal of becoming less accusatory is my speech, have less dry humor, and just be down right DRY.</p><p>Wish me luck!</p>Acoustic Soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15387303115954705013noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657828454630088811.post-16790456671751056202010-11-20T07:37:00.000-08:002010-11-20T07:50:06.353-08:00Know your status<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TOfrxzEk1FI/AAAAAAAAB6M/npyAHHCS65A/s1600/401px-Red_Ribbon_svg.png"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541657107258201170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TOfrxzEk1FI/AAAAAAAAB6M/npyAHHCS65A/s320/401px-Red_Ribbon_svg.png" /></a>I went last week to get my HIV/AIDS test. It's a pretty uneventful experience, but you get so antsy and anxious awaiting the results.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />With <a href="http://www.worldaidsday.org/">World Aids Day</a> coming up around the corner, I should have waited, but better know, than not to know, right?<br /><br />So I went to the place called <a href="http://www.cascadeaids.org/pivot/">Pivot</a> where they conduct the rapid test. You find out your results in 20 minutes as opposed to having to wait a week or two to get a phone call or get the results in the mail.<br /><br />They have a really nice office place. While you wait, they play a movie on this large screen television where you sit in this area that is set up like a living room. If you aren't into the movies, they have comuters there for you to use so you can surf the net. Of course there are magazines and books too.<br /><br />Once your number is called, you go into this room, and you just swab your mouth and then the timer starts. While you are in the room waiting, you are asked a few questions such as, when was your last test, when was the last time you had unprotected sex, have you ever knowingly had sex with one who was HIV positive. Then the rest of the time, are just talking. They people that work there try to make it as comfortable as they can. Once the timer is up, you get your results and depending on the outcome, they go from there.<br /><br />Overall, it was a very easy, comforting experience. Good job Pivot.<br /><br /><div align="right">-Know Your Status</div>Acoustic Soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15387303115954705013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657828454630088811.post-90266885810004910852010-09-18T19:15:00.000-07:002010-09-18T19:28:25.341-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TJVyaZnPNII/AAAAAAAAB6E/cq6Erq7y3Aw/s1600/DSCN2276.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518442716290036866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TJVyaZnPNII/AAAAAAAAB6E/cq6Erq7y3Aw/s400/DSCN2276.JPG" /></a>Hey blogging world. I know its been quite a while since I dropped some Words, Sounds, & Wisdom, but I'm going to do much better. I had been having intermediate internet connection at my house and it was wearing thin on my nerves, so I just rarely logged on.<br /><br />There have been some things going on in my world, but I'll just sum it all up for you guys (or at least try)<br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Work</span></strong></div><br />For those of you who don't know, I was laid from my job back in July of 2009. I was out of work for nearly 10 months, but I went back to the same company in a different department this past May. Being off work was no joke! I mean it was fun for a while, but then the money started getting more and more tight. I'm glad to be back at the same company. It feels like home.<br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Family</strong></span></div><br />My family is a trip. I'm sure it's that way with everyone's family, but my kids are off the hook. They act like life is horrible for them. The next time one of them tell me they want to leave, the next words out of my mouth will be "Good-bye". <br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Health</span></strong></div><br />My health is cool. Still trying to drop some of this weight. I'm doing pretty good, but I could be doing much better. I haven't been to the gym in a few weeks, but I am watching what I eat. I've lost some weight, not as much as I want to, but here lately I have had a few people ask if I've dropped some, so it must be noticeable. Needless to say, that makes me smile when people say something about it.<br /><br />That's just a quick/brief catching up on me. As things happen or come to mind, I will be back more often. "Keep coming back, it works"Acoustic Soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15387303115954705013noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657828454630088811.post-3133417078233859042010-08-02T12:00:00.000-07:002010-08-02T12:00:02.911-07:00Ramblings<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TFVKxXO3bKI/AAAAAAAAB38/tupxcuntDwg/s1600/businessman.jpg"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500384731813342370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TFVKxXO3bKI/AAAAAAAAB38/tupxcuntDwg/s400/businessman.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"> How many times do you have to say "FUCK YOU" before I get it. As a matter of fact, don't worry about it, because I've finally caught on.<br /><br />Let me explain where this is coming from:<br /><br />There is this guy who has declared his undying love and and endless friendship for and with me. We have shared ups and downs as all good friends do, but come on dude. Let's just be honest.<br /><br />Yes, I love you deeply and I appreciate your friendship. You have done things for me that I wouldn't think to expect from anyone, and for that I appreciate you.<br /><br />HOWEVER,<br />There are times when I feel I am the average Joe in your life. Yes, you have a man. I get it. Not only do I get it, but I understand it. Does your friendship have to fall to the wayside because of your relationship? Seriously, lets think about it.</span><br /><br />Scenarios:<br /><p><strong>1. We plan an outing, just you and I. Then you say, oh I invited Mikey to come along too. Well ok, I'll deal with it, but I didn't invite Mikey to come along. We plan to meet at 3 in the afteroon, 6 o'clock rolls around and I text you "I haven't heard from you so I'm heading out". In response, I get "Oh, Mikey wasn't ready. I had a hard time getting him out the door, but we'll be coming soon"</strong></p><p><em><span style="color:#99ffff;">So let me get this straight. You and I make plans. It's Zechariah and Bryun. Then Bryun says, Oh, I invited Mikey without asking you, not knowing if there was something in particular you wanted to see you about or to talk to you about. To top it off, Mikey takes his own sweet time getting ready, which in turn makes you over 3 hours late with not one single text or phone call to say you were running late. So I finally pick up the phone and say I'm out. Then you come down on me about it. Really? No, like for real?</span></em></p><p><strong>2. We go out to a bar. Zechariah has had a couple cocktails, and realizing Mikey said he may not stay the entire nite, he says to Bryun "If you and Mikey are ready to go, I know my way back to to the hotel." Bryun responds with "I'm not ready to go, it's all good". So what does Zechariah do? He gets more drinks. Disclaimer: What Bryun may not have known is that Zechariah was having doubles, and two at a time. Drinking one of his drinks at the bar and then sipping the other. </strong></p><p><em><span style="color:#99ffff;">Zechariah is at the bar about ten minutes later, about to order another drink, and here comes Bryun saying that Mikey is ready to go and they are about to leave. *pause* I say, are you really going to leave me here all by myself? Bryun looks at me and with a irritated voice says "YES". I'm appauled. I'm drunk. I know I shouldn't be left alone, so angrily, I say, Let's Go. Not another word to be spoke the rest of the night.</span></em></p><p><strong>3. One night a bunch of us go out to a bar. David gets heavily intoxicated, and when it comes time leave Bryun tells Zechariah to drive David home and make sure he gets home safely, while he and Mikey wait at the bar for him to get back. A couple weekends later, we're all out together again and Zechariah is drinking. Getting his drink on. Early in the evening Bryun looks at Zechariah and says "Mikey is ready to go, so we'll see you later, and leaves"</strong></p><p><em><span style="color:#99ffff;">Zechariah is DRUNK at the bar and has to sleep in his car because he's trying to be responsible and not drink and drive. Meanwhile Bryun gets home safe and comfy with Mikey and sends Zechariah a text saying: Let me know you made it home safe." Needless to say because I had to sleep in my car, that text went unanswered and Bryun then freaks out because he hasn't heard from Zechariah. Now, let's review. . . . I'm Bryun's bestie. He leaves me at a bar drunk, but makes sure that one of his associates get home safe.</span></em></p><p>Brian, I have to say that I'm tired. I'm tired of being told what and how much I mean to you, but when it comes down to it, your actions speak louder than words. YES, you have been there for me in times of need, as I have you, but have I EVER just straight dissed you for anyone else? Let me answer, NO I HAVE NOT. I may be a irritating drunk, but in the end, I am ALWAYS looking out for you weather Mikey is there or not, and I'm about sick and tired of driving on this one way highway, and I'm ready to find a 2 way highway.</p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">You say I'm hard on you, but because you supposedly know me best, you should already know my actions and responses before they even happen. Sure I may be hard on you, and if I am, that's because you are supposed to know me best and when things go down when you are around, I'm not even supposed to worry or concern myself, because a bestie is going to be there for me no matter what!</span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">Yes, you have a man. I get it. Trust me, I get it, but being your "best buddy" If I don't rank #1, then I need to be in a close 2nd, and I don't feel that. NOT AT ALL. I'm being totally and completely honest when I say that.</span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">Don't apologize, because we've been down this road before. How many times should I forgive you for the same occurances?</span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sincerely,</span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">Jaded Best Friend (Zechariah)</span></p>Acoustic Soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15387303115954705013noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657828454630088811.post-60860322148605798442010-08-01T10:18:00.000-07:002010-08-01T10:25:34.519-07:00Repost - Get On With Life<div align="center">Some people are not going t like you no matter what you do or what you say. Get over it and get on with life.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Some of your efforts are not going to bring the results you were after. Accept it and get on with life.</div><div align="center"><br />Occassionly, you'll be distracted and knocked off course for a while. On a regular basis, life will have its disappointments. Learn from it and get on with life.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Those disappointments and distractions do not have to stop you. If fact, you can choose to let them inspire you and to push you forward. Channel your disappointments and get on with life.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">No matter what has just happened, you are free in this moment to act with positive purpose. Weather the past has worked in your favor or not, the future is yours to create as you wish. Embrace what's to come and get on with life.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Life is too important to waste it feeling sorry for yourself or beating yourself up. Get up and get on with life, and make it match your highest expectations.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Get on with life</strong></span></div>Acoustic Soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15387303115954705013noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657828454630088811.post-2506871067097050102010-07-30T06:58:00.000-07:002010-07-30T08:05:03.623-07:00Vancouver B.C. 2010This seems to have turned into an annual trip. Who's mad? Not me!! We arrived in the beautiful city of Vancouver B.C. Canada about 4 pm after the long drive from Portland, Oregon. <a href="http://krizdj.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Chris</span></a> did all the driving while <a href="http://rbchattbro.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Richard</span></a> and I kept him compay. Well, I actually entertained myself in the back seat taking pictures: <div><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TFLcO0iiZSI/AAAAAAAAB1s/gmLd9oCM0RQ/s1600/IMG00024-20100729-0915.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 190px; HEIGHT: 161px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499700242152580386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TFLcO0iiZSI/AAAAAAAAB1s/gmLd9oCM0RQ/s320/IMG00024-20100729-0915.jpg" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TFLcPGey6PI/AAAAAAAAB10/peX_A0PWnDE/s1600/IMG00026-20100729-0927.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 161px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499700246968723698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TFLcPGey6PI/AAAAAAAAB10/peX_A0PWnDE/s320/IMG00026-20100729-0927.jpg" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TFLcoHwxATI/AAAAAAAAB2E/50kNOJBwMgM/s1600/IMG00028-20100729-1110.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 190px; HEIGHT: 161px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499700676809261362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TFLcoHwxATI/AAAAAAAAB2E/50kNOJBwMgM/s320/IMG00028-20100729-1110.jpg" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TFLcPsQlaOI/AAAAAAAAB18/s06iRx505UM/s1600/IMG00027-20100729-1110.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 191px; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499700257109666018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TFLcPsQlaOI/AAAAAAAAB18/s06iRx505UM/s320/IMG00027-20100729-1110.jpg" /></a></div><div align="left">After getting to the hotel and dropping our bags, we hit the streets. These guys are some serious walkers!! We just walked around downtown checking out the sights and seeing what we see. You know how you do, when you want to get a feel for things. We then finally wanted to grab a bite to eat, so we ended up having sushi at <a href="http://www.sushimart.com/"><span style="color:#ffffff;">SushiMart</span></a>. I like sushi, so I was pleased with the decision.<br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499702891598338802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TFLepCfoWvI/AAAAAAAAB2M/CBMXy7hQ_YU/s320/IMG00030-20100729-1617.jpg" />I can't remember exactly what I had, but I know it was GOOD. Made a happy man out of me. Chris & Richard thought they were all fancy eating with their chop sticks. So what I have tried thousands of times and just can't get it. It just doesn't feel comfortable, so I never think I'm doing it right. They didn't have silverware, so I just used my hands, ghetto huh?<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TFLgWwCT32I/AAAAAAAAB20/3WxfcXKVC0M/s1600/DSCN2163.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499704776429133666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TFLgWwCT32I/AAAAAAAAB20/3WxfcXKVC0M/s200/DSCN2163.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TFLgWRxrygI/AAAAAAAAB2s/b0psITq5DLQ/s1600/DSCN2165.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499704768306334210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TFLgWRxrygI/AAAAAAAAB2s/b0psITq5DLQ/s200/DSCN2165.JPG" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TFLgViOBo0I/AAAAAAAAB2c/_ImJlecNMrE/s1600/DSCN2160.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499704755540304706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TFLgViOBo0I/AAAAAAAAB2c/_ImJlecNMrE/s200/DSCN2160.JPG" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TFLgWFaJ-wI/AAAAAAAAB2k/MYPTPnjKK4A/s1600/DSCN2164.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499704764986424066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TFLgWFaJ-wI/AAAAAAAAB2k/MYPTPnjKK4A/s200/DSCN2164.JPG" /></a></div><div>Once we finished having lunch, we took back to the streets, just walking about and not really doing much of anything. That's the cool thing about being on vacation. You can wander around and not have a destination. Good times, right!<br /></div><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499708729087708402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TFLj801jTPI/AAAAAAAAB28/NO2aLgszxMQ/s200/DSCN2171.JPG" /></p><p>We stopped at one of our favortie coffee shops called <a href="http://www.blenz.com/">Blenz</a>. It was at Blenz we just kinda chilled out for a bit using their free Wifi. Chris and I checked out things online with our phones while Richard caught up on all the gay news.</p><p><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TFLmgvc-xXI/AAAAAAAAB3U/j9eycsue-iM/s1600/IMG00033-20100729-1912.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499711545141020018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TFLmgvc-xXI/AAAAAAAAB3U/j9eycsue-iM/s200/IMG00033-20100729-1912.jpg" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TFLmfmiQLJI/AAAAAAAAB3E/tRqMH9ym_E4/s1600/DSCN2167.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 182px; HEIGHT: 149px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499711525567343762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TFLmfmiQLJI/AAAAAAAAB3E/tRqMH9ym_E4/s200/DSCN2167.JPG" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TFLmgCRDmOI/AAAAAAAAB3M/DuWW1a9Juro/s1600/IMG00034-20100729-1915.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499711533011409122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TFLmgCRDmOI/AAAAAAAAB3M/DuWW1a9Juro/s200/IMG00034-20100729-1915.jpg" /></a><br />Needless to say we walked around some more then decided to go back to the hotel to change clothes and get ready for the evening. We went to two different bars. One was super packed, but not a lot going on, and the other was boring!!</p><p align="left"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TFLopZ8OHlI/AAAAAAAAB3c/3Ie27Yh9388/s1600/DSCN2174.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499713893008547410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TFLopZ8OHlI/AAAAAAAAB3c/3Ie27Yh9388/s200/DSCN2174.JPG" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TFLoqJHHO4I/AAAAAAAAB3s/Ce6XK9dT8Mk/s1600/DSCN2172.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499713905670699906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TFLoqJHHO4I/AAAAAAAAB3s/Ce6XK9dT8Mk/s200/DSCN2172.JPG" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TFLop5cxMQI/AAAAAAAAB3k/z_9d149yIME/s1600/DSCN2173.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 207px; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499713901466562818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TFLop5cxMQI/AAAAAAAAB3k/z_9d149yIME/s200/DSCN2173.JPG" /></a></p></div></div>Acoustic Soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15387303115954705013noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657828454630088811.post-57061492318403555992010-07-29T21:18:00.000-07:002010-07-29T21:19:44.070-07:00Rockin' This Shit Like<object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b4lapbb7gm4&hl=en_US&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b4lapbb7gm4&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>Acoustic Soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15387303115954705013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657828454630088811.post-53864618467893713382010-07-20T20:29:00.000-07:002010-07-22T19:37:18.326-07:00Hurt Feelings<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TEj_rub7A1I/AAAAAAAAB1c/5tQmPsvfTcI/s1600/IMG00045-20091229-2228.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496924471870292818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8CMxAEmlcDk/TEj_rub7A1I/AAAAAAAAB1c/5tQmPsvfTcI/s320/IMG00045-20091229-2228.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I haven't blogged in quite a bit, and I hate to have to come with something so heavy, but this is what I have on my heart and I just need to share it:<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>EDIT</strong><br /></span><br />You know, this was going to start out to be a low deep feeling blah blah blah blog, but I gotta pull myself up by my boot straps, and keeping it moving. If you are in my life, it's because I want you there. No if, ands or buts. If and when conflict occurs, true friends will talk through it and keep it moving. The past is in the past, and I'm here to look forward to my future.</div>Acoustic Soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15387303115954705013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657828454630088811.post-77784029469169437032010-04-27T15:51:00.000-07:002010-04-27T15:58:57.932-07:00Make My HeartI owe Ms. Toni Braxton an apology. When I first saw this video being posted on others blogs, I wasn't a fan of it in the least bit. As a matter of fact, I may have even been a little to critical.. .. .. .. Well this song has grown on me. I've found myself dancing around the house "sweating out my hair" and hitting a few of the dance moves from the video. I see you queens working it out!<br /><br />Gone Ms. Braxton<br /><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span> </p><br /><br />http://www.tonibraxton.com/video/make-my-heart/Acoustic Soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15387303115954705013noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657828454630088811.post-49222337058830165922010-04-24T12:30:00.000-07:002010-04-24T12:32:09.151-07:00Ciara Ft Ludacris RIDE<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><object width="448" height="374"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhgJzHI6QtBqpc26yu"> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="quality" value="high"> <embed src="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhgJzHI6QtBqpc26yu" quality="high" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="374"></embed> </object></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span> </p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">What are you thoughts on this song/video? In watching, I noticed that she has absolutely <span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong>NO</strong></span> hips or ass.</span></p>Acoustic Soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15387303115954705013noreply@blogger.com4