<?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-23482557</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:48:09.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Probability Says</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstwonbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23482557/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstwonbitch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Twon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03819056221799434964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img116.imageshack.us/img116/8595/avatar2sh.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23482557.post-115157699287435404</id><published>2006-06-29T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T03:31:44.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Over Em.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/1600/BoredGloss2.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/400/BoredGloss2.0.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so over niggaz...G Shit.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talkin to no more niggaz over the summer..&lt;br /&gt;It aint even worth it. I'm not even answerin the mufuckin phone for a nigga...&lt;br /&gt;Replyin to messages, comments, no shit like that..&lt;br /&gt;Aint no nigga worth shit, true story..&lt;br /&gt;It'll get better though, VA in 10 days to get my mind right ya dig?&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe these dudes will have their shit together when i get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23482557-115157699287435404?l=itstwonbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstwonbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/115157699287435404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23482557&amp;postID=115157699287435404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23482557/posts/default/115157699287435404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23482557/posts/default/115157699287435404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstwonbitch.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-over-em.html' title='Im Over Em.'/><author><name>Twon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03819056221799434964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img116.imageshack.us/img116/8595/avatar2sh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23482557.post-114889921653726784</id><published>2006-05-29T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T03:40:16.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Never Figure It Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this date, i still don't understand ex's.....&lt;br /&gt;exactly what is it that happens between the time of the breakup and the next time they approach you..like, they fuckin lose it. I'll explain some recent examples...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I'm sittin' in the barbershop, phone rings...didn't recognize the number, still answered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pick up..."hello" and he says "hey" like he was petrified, ready to hang up, I could tell that whoever it was had to think real hard before they called me whether or not that was a good decision...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked who it was, he stated his name and I tried to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;laugh it off and be serious at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, I was like "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;mah dude, are u serious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" all i could do was say "wow" over and over and after a minute of silence, i was kind of overwhelmed and i was like "i'll call you back" and ole dude had the odacity to say "why, you wit your man?" in a beligerent, stank ass tone.....&lt;br /&gt;.........i almost dropped the phone, like is mah dude really serious?! i was in public, so I bit my tongue and jus said no...i'll call u when I get home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home I was hoping I heard wrong and it was someone else callin me. Got home, called him back and left a message..simply stating that I think I heard him wrong and I didn't know who it was...because it couldn't be.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called back and it was him unfortunately...&lt;br /&gt;I was kind of shocked, because our last confrontation was fuckin ridiculous and he had a&lt;/span&gt; mouthful to say to me, more than a mouthful, a nasty ass argument in which he overexaggerated the fact that he didn't need me, I wasn't shit, and his new nigga was comin up in the game, blah blah, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;i laughed at him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, resulted in immature name calling, was a wrap...i dont fuck with children and thats what he was.....end of story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're on the phone conversating, well....&lt;br /&gt;more like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I was listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; not talking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;This fool.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said everything from "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I still love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" to a full blown persuasive speech about how I should &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;move in with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, to fuckin switchin up all his priorities to come be with me again.....&lt;br /&gt;and all i could say was "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;ummmm what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;and he said i was being mean........what da fuck. all this was kind of funny afterwards....&lt;br /&gt;and he said he just wanted to apologize but it sounded like he was inviting himself back into my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Twon don't do second chances, never has....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;when i'm done....i'm done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;your mufuckin lost mah dude...&lt;br /&gt;I don't need ya, next....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole situation makes me question what triggers shit like this in your ex's mind...&lt;br /&gt;Like G Shit...I wanna know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;can we research please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do they gotta think about doin stupid shit like that?&lt;br /&gt;Lmao...got me fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example: March...&lt;br /&gt;My ex of 4-5 months starts sendin me text 6 months after we split.....&lt;br /&gt;Click to enlarge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/1600/text.jpg" border=2&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/320/text.jpg" alt="" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i laughed at him too, lmao.....i have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;NO SYMPATHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; for ex's....&lt;br /&gt;and its funny how awful they feel once i'm gone....&lt;br /&gt;and they get into this whole....i'm never going to find someone else like u, i love you, you the best thing thats ever happen to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;WELL DUH MUFUCKA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;im twon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;always have been..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;one of a kind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;always...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;fuck what you heard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;i don't do second chances..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;and I certainly have no sympathy for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;you can sit in your room in tears or on the edge of buildin bout to jump to ya death...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;I don't give a fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;....sorry for ya.&lt;br /&gt;-Twon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23482557-114889921653726784?l=itstwonbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstwonbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/114889921653726784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23482557&amp;postID=114889921653726784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23482557/posts/default/114889921653726784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23482557/posts/default/114889921653726784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstwonbitch.blogspot.com/2006/05/ill-never-figure-it-out.html' title='I&apos;ll Never Figure It Out'/><author><name>Twon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03819056221799434964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img116.imageshack.us/img116/8595/avatar2sh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23482557.post-114609124587605258</id><published>2006-04-26T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T16:06:06.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Conclusions Come.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/1600/simply.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/400/simply.0.jpg" alt="" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First &amp; Foremost: Cut your fuckin music off, this isn't somethin you should be readin while you listenin' to some booty bass, snap ya finga music, get krunk, bankhead, bogo, lovey dovey, im in love with a hoe, techno, head bangin, some nasty ass gettin some head and fuccin from behind bullshit, just turn your shit off real quick and take twon seriously for like 10 minutes, thankz yaz =) &lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True story..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mid 2005 to Early 2006 until now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;has been a trip, and I don't mean like "whoo what a trip, fun"..i mean "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;damn nigga, this year truly was a trip&lt;/span&gt;" and i'm unsure of how to say that, because so much has switched up that i don't know whether or not to view that as a positive or a negative. Personally, I take great pride in what I've become, because somehow the last 6 months of my life have influenced me so much and broke me down, fucked me up, this that, and the other that i've changed to a very extensive degree, and it's very obvious to me in some ways more than others because of the way I react to situations now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I remember just last August having..."friends", and looking back on that, its awkard to me because the people I use to associate with, I have no relation to now, G shit...its almost like me knowing them never happen, and how ironic because these are the same people that were my main "squeeze", "click", "group"..whateva and...[i honestly don't know how to finish this sentance, or paragraph]. I'm just going to put it like this, if anything I think I outgrew the people I surrounded myself with because nowhere in any of those relationships that I had with those people did I feel authentic and genuine connections, and I have a feeling that the people who might read this might think I'm talking about them or get mad, like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh, twon...yeah the kids' a sellout, mah dude is madd stank, he stopped talkin to me for no reason&lt;/span&gt;" but it aint even like that, there was no such thing as me cutting "some" people off or "that" group, it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt; and i sacrificed alot of people and handpicked who I felt was beneficial to my mindset and my personality and the people who would be downe for me and with me through even the most ridiculous shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Furthermore, I use to sweet sugarcoat alot of shit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like real talk, I was never myself until like4 months ago..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;its hard to explain, and easier to observe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but just look at how many people i'm real cool with..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and how many people truly enjoy being around me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like twon is the fuccin laugh of the day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cuz im &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so damn goofy&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;let me make a statement that's a fact and a question...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;when..are you ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;going to meet another nigga like twon? think real hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and i'm asking that question in the most sincere way possible..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;not with cockiness, arrogance, or me being straight up conceited..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;but fa'real...when are you ever going to meet another nigga like me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you aren't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;because 1, i'm as real as i'm capable of being, im not calling myself "DA REALEST NIGGA EVA, TA DATE, THE ONE"...i'm just saying i'm as real as i'm capable of bein, ain't nothin fake about me and if a nigga or a chickenhead, scrub, faggot, dyke, hoe, whateva is fake, u got to get from round me...point blank, and these fake ass people that run round' here thinkin they is the most genuine thing in the world, well they wasn't takin action fast enough so i withdrew from bein round' them...correct, finish, i'm done, you should have no questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Third, I use to think that only females were trouble and no good, were the ones always poppin' off at the mouth and gettin themselves into the most unecessary and ridulous, ludacris, overexaggerated shit...and trus, many of them still do but thats not the point i'm tryin to make this time....cuz honestly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NIGGAZ IS JUST AS BAD&lt;/span&gt;, and I learned that first fuccin hand. Alot of people seem to think, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh yeah, dat nigga twon only hang around females cuz he a straight up faggot&lt;/span&gt;"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cut it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the reason Twon hangs around alot of females [this is coming directly from me, so when you repeat it, use "quotes"]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I hang around females because the majority of niggaz i've come across are green as fuck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no good...if they aint trouble, they gettin you in trouble, and if they aint gettin you in trouble they'll deceive you, and if they don't deceive you...they'll kill you [laughing]...im serious..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the average, I have like 5 real guy friends, i'm dead ass serious, and those niggaz are so gotdamn real, and those are the only 5 niggaz i'm gonna keep talkin to cuz those are my homebois. They don't front about shit, they got me like I got them, the whole gay thing...it don't phase them. I'm not your average faggot, you can look dead at me and tell i'm not your average faggot, im not one of those fags....period. [end of the sentance]. To extend it even more, i'm not your average nigga, and that's so damn official. I got plenty of stories to tell to back up that I'm not your average nigga...i'll tell them, askme...we'll schedule storytime one of these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, this is going to be my favorite, probably yours too, so take a bathroom break if you must before I continue. 1,2,3...go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Love is overated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Love is so muthafuckin overated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been with my share of niggaz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and females...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and honestly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there both the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A nigga will give you the same bullshit that a hoe will. If its anyone thing that I'll testify and stick to for a good lil minute, its that i'm too damn young to be fuckin' around with the word love, and i'm too damn young to be sayin I'm in love with somebody, and i'm too damn young to be trying to be with someone FOREVER....[shutup, get off of it].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Live your life, do you, make mistakes, wipe ya ass, fall in your own shit and get up and get over it first...then look for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True fuckin sotry..&lt;br /&gt;I've had em all. [Note: i'm not sayin i fuck around, sleep around, do ANYBODY, i keep da dick in my pants, trus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, like I was sayin, I've had em all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy ass chickenheads [will fight any hoe or nigga if someone try to get at you]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "I love you" chicks [the ones that throw the word around like a damn bean bag, swear up and down you's hubby]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The white girl [yup]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DL niggaz, the hush hush, on the low, "dont tell nobody i'm gay" niggaz. [got put out, you aint hush hush no more]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The niggaz wit so much damn money that he don't know what to do with it [i didnt want ya money, i can get money, easy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hoes/niggaz that just wanna fuck [no, if anything my shit is too good to be sharin with some no good lame ass, i'd rather not....and didn't]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trophy wifey/hubby [everything is straight in public but behind closed doors its hell].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The abusive significant other [yeah, done had my ass beat, plenty of times, by the significant other and the friends that accompy their extra violent ass].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People keep tellin me "oh, twon, your myspace is straight, its hott...but its all about your friends, we wanna know more about you, so this is what you get and you just seen a nigga don't hold back, I don't have shit to hide, you wanna know..just ask...its that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[Kind of lost my trane of thought, apologize, and plus...dont wanna overdo it. you probably tired so we'll leave it at this, i'll continue later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2 Be Continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23482557-114609124587605258?l=itstwonbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstwonbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/114609124587605258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23482557&amp;postID=114609124587605258' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23482557/posts/default/114609124587605258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23482557/posts/default/114609124587605258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstwonbitch.blogspot.com/2006/04/as-conclusions-come.html' title='As Conclusions Come.'/><author><name>Twon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03819056221799434964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img116.imageshack.us/img116/8595/avatar2sh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23482557.post-114533026559774157</id><published>2006-04-17T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T20:17:45.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clearwater Beach.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/1600/ContactSheet-001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/400/ContactSheet-001.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Click to enlarge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23482557-114533026559774157?l=itstwonbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstwonbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/114533026559774157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23482557&amp;postID=114533026559774157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23482557/posts/default/114533026559774157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23482557/posts/default/114533026559774157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstwonbitch.blogspot.com/2006/04/clearwater-beach.html' title='Clearwater Beach.'/><author><name>Twon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03819056221799434964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img116.imageshack.us/img116/8595/avatar2sh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23482557.post-114522441275770852</id><published>2006-04-16T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T14:53:32.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Mind Mixtape: The Prequel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/1600/B000F9XETK.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/400/B000F9XETK.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esquire &amp; GQ, don't kid yourself tryna' say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"me too", rid yourself of thinkin that me is you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you ain't me and nigga you can't be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pharrell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please find a way to cop the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In My Mind Mixtape&lt;/span&gt;, real talk..&lt;br /&gt;this shit is so gotdamn official..&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's because I'm a big Pharrell head,&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it's because i'm from VA,&lt;br /&gt;either way, shit is too damn crucial...go cop that shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23482557-114522441275770852?l=itstwonbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstwonbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/114522441275770852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23482557&amp;postID=114522441275770852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23482557/posts/default/114522441275770852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23482557/posts/default/114522441275770852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstwonbitch.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-my-mind-mixtape-prequel.html' title='In My Mind Mixtape: The Prequel'/><author><name>Twon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03819056221799434964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img116.imageshack.us/img116/8595/avatar2sh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23482557.post-114522662107296635</id><published>2006-04-14T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T16:08:38.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Ain't Even The Word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img20.imageshack.us/img20/8940/2006layoutwithmoretw454rn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://img20.imageshack.us/img20/8940/2006layoutwithmoretw454rn.jpg" alt="" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have security. You don't have a bodyguard. You soft as virgin pussy. You not gonna fight back. You won't talk anymore shit, you got big balls if you do...but whether you do or don't, pray you don't run into me again, it'll be so damn offcial thats its a wrap, hope u got insurance on yo face nigga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't provoke me, i'll come lookin for your ass, it aint that damn hard to find a well known fag like you in the heart of Tampa. I'm curious to see what you have to say if I come face to face with your faggot ass again, bet you won't say anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me to take it easy on you..&lt;br /&gt;I wont't fight, I won't arque, I'll just hit yo ass with a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can prevent all this from happenin'...&lt;br /&gt;1.) Don't talk anymore shit, don't even acknowledge we ever met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Don't bring yo ass to Brandon nigga =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. You gettin off easy though, cuz I don't fuck with blades like most niggaz round here...&lt;br /&gt;Diante do though [all it takes is a phone call]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. done. love you. don't forget. &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23482557-114522662107296635?l=itstwonbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstwonbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/114522662107296635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23482557&amp;postID=114522662107296635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23482557/posts/default/114522662107296635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23482557/posts/default/114522662107296635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstwonbitch.blogspot.com/2006/04/crazy-aint-even-word.html' title='Crazy Ain&apos;t Even The Word.'/><author><name>Twon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03819056221799434964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img116.imageshack.us/img116/8595/avatar2sh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23482557.post-114478671428647723</id><published>2006-04-11T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T13:18:34.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/1600/default3%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/400/default3%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    Another "official" photo, I keep em' comin. Finally, i'm getting recognized for my artistic abilities, I have several &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;big projects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; i'll be working on in the next few months [can you believe a nigga finally has "clients" ]. yes. It definitely doesn't get any easier than displaying my talent and getting paid to do it, gotta love it. Websites, business cards, flyers, photo-retouch, promotion...the kid does it all, who knew? haha lemme quit cappin'. On the serious tip though, I greatly appreciate all the compliments on the work, the photos, the page, the website...it only motivates me to keep bringin' you the hottness . The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://itstwonbitch.cjb.net"&gt;portfolio/website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; is still being worked on but no worries it'll be  up soon and hopefully i'll get even more business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   Although the love and compliments are endless, there are still the official hataz....you'll be alright, get on ya job...your motivation, do what you do, throw up ya dueces, whatev...this nigga will still be around. The next big thing? who knows, and I have everyone I need right now, the crew/entourage [lmao lemme quit] love yall...&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/23482557-114478671428647723?l=itstwonbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstwonbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/114478671428647723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23482557&amp;postID=114478671428647723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23482557/posts/default/114478671428647723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23482557/posts/default/114478671428647723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstwonbitch.blogspot.com/2006/04/fresh.html' title='Fresh.'/><author><name>Twon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03819056221799434964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img116.imageshack.us/img116/8595/avatar2sh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23482557.post-114470556928710068</id><published>2006-04-10T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T14:48:05.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dislikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I greatly dislike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up on Monday Mornings. Busted ass people trying to spit game. Obnoxious ass myspace messages that say "your hott", bitch you think I would know by now. Flamboyant gays. Square sunglasses [please take them off]. Fat girls that think they're skinny girls [oh take that off]. Stank ass attitudes. White dudes who think they is straight nigga [check the birth certificate]. People who mean mug [its called envy too]. People who stare [I got the same thing you do, two eyes, two ears, a mouth and a nose]. People who can't dance and be showin out like they back up dance for Ciara [sit the fuck down]. Ex's [espicially the ones that cry and beg for forgiviness and another try *cough*]. Boys that cry [haha pussy, u soft]. Girls that are overdramatic [chill trick]. Those old ass square nokia phones [time for an upgrade eh?]. Musty people [deodarant is not out of your price range]. When people ask me the same thing more than once [oh i definitely heard you the first time]. When someone calls my phone from a private number [ignore]. When someone calls my phone repeatedly [im not going to answer the 20th time if i didn't answer the 1st]. People who fuck with my sleep [i wake up swingin']. Conceited ass people who look throwed [sigh]. Old people [they rude]. People who spit and slobber when they talk [bib maybe?]. People who stand you up [never again will I be meeting you somewhere]. The excessive use of "I love you" [no, you really don't]. Hataz [ooooo cut it out]. Fritos [the smell makes my skin crawl]. Sand [its nasty]. Mother's who can't cook [what are you for? honestly]. Overprotective parents [if you don't let your child do it now, I gurantee they will later..and more frequently]. Gum smacking [bet you i'll snatch that shit out your mouth, heh]. People that I dislike who frequently talk to me [come on now, nothing is going to change]. Boys from rich ass neighborhoods and areas that act like they from Compton [oh no names]. Fake ass celebrities [lmao oh I could give you some good ones from around my way, but I won't]. People who don't match [you damn leprachaun]. Sitting for an extremely long period of time. Being in speaking distance with someone I would rather be beating on. Excessive smokers [keep it up, one of these days your going to wake up retarted]. Drunk Drivers [you'll learn]. People who are educated but speak like they retarted, never taken English before [i'm telling your mom]. Insecure people [I can't help you, Dr. Phil can]. When people don't say excuse me and bump into you [reflex: "DAMN BITCH"]. People who raise there voice at me [wouldn't recommend it]. People who blame [it was definitely your fault]. Racist, Homophobic, Prejudice boys and girls [all it takes is a phone call]. Cross-eyed people [ay whatchu lookin at?]. Loud ass people [DAMN BITCH I CAN HEAR YOU]. Greedy asses [lmao i can't talk]. Selfish ass people. The "Brand New" tendencies [you know me one day, and the next we never met, i got somethin for yo ass]. The "please do my myspace" plee [nope]. The sly shit talkers [oh but why can't you say it out loud? and come tell me....seeee, you suck at it].  When someone tells me I'm mean [no its not that i'm mean, its just....i'm mean].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23482557-114470556928710068?l=itstwonbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstwonbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/114470556928710068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23482557&amp;postID=114470556928710068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23482557/posts/default/114470556928710068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23482557/posts/default/114470556928710068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstwonbitch.blogspot.com/2006/04/dislikes.html' title='Dislikes'/><author><name>Twon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03819056221799434964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img116.imageshack.us/img116/8595/avatar2sh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23482557.post-114410405981426727</id><published>2006-04-03T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T15:40:59.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical Day At Riverview</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/1600/4.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/320/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/1600/3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/320/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/1600/2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/320/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/1600/1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23482557-114410405981426727?l=itstwonbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstwonbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/114410405981426727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23482557&amp;postID=114410405981426727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23482557/posts/default/114410405981426727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23482557/posts/default/114410405981426727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstwonbitch.blogspot.com/2006/04/typical-day-at-riverview.html' title='Typical Day At Riverview'/><author><name>Twon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03819056221799434964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img116.imageshack.us/img116/8595/avatar2sh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23482557.post-114264183746100572</id><published>2006-03-17T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T16:30:37.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch It (Remix)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This video is hard as fuck..DMX &amp;amp; Papoose killed the track, its nice to see Rah Digga again too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DqutBigayxY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DqutBigayxY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23482557-114264183746100572?l=itstwonbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23482557/posts/default/114264183746100572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23482557/posts/default/114264183746100572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstwonbitch.blogspot.com/2006/03/touch-it-remix.html' title='Touch It (Remix)'/><author><name>Twon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03819056221799434964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img116.imageshack.us/img116/8595/avatar2sh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23482557.post-114263961740760779</id><published>2006-03-17T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T15:56:55.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aw Shit Bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ZJ6iUqiIE0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ZJ6iUqiIE0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23482557-114263961740760779?l=itstwonbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23482557/posts/default/114263961740760779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23482557/posts/default/114263961740760779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstwonbitch.blogspot.com/2006/03/aw-shit-bitch.html' title='Aw Shit Bitch'/><author><name>Twon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03819056221799434964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img116.imageshack.us/img116/8595/avatar2sh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23482557.post-114256451221294473</id><published>2006-03-16T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T15:45:08.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nap Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/1600/Dreamy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/320/Dreamy4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/1600/Dreamy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/320/Dreamy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/1600/Dreamy5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/320/Dreamy5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/1600/Dreamy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="300" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/320/Dreamy3.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/1600/Dreamy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/320/Dreamy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;NEVER nap wit dis girl, lmao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23482557-114256451221294473?l=itstwonbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23482557/posts/default/114256451221294473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23482557/posts/default/114256451221294473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstwonbitch.blogspot.com/2006/03/nap-time_114256451221294473.html' title='Nap Time'/><author><name>Twon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03819056221799434964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img116.imageshack.us/img116/8595/avatar2sh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23482557.post-114169913868446006</id><published>2006-03-06T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T18:52:00.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Lame Asses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know who lowered the standards for people with wack ass personalities but its increasing at an alarming rate lol. On some real nigga shit, its like I meet madd chill people n' then one day they just get lame as fuck, and just take it to a whole new level and i can't help but be like "ew, wtf"....then i look stank because i stopped talking to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's really not my fault you got extra lame overnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;People seem to think I need to acknowledge them now too....who the fuck are you?!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;AND WHAT IS WITH PEOPLE GETTIN ALL BRAND NEW?! What is wrong with everyone, this last past month....my gawd, lets rewind and fix whatever happen to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Same applies to when i'm talking to someone and one minute they is all up in my damn bubble [lmao] and on that "I REALLY LIKE YOU" bullshit, infatutuated down to the damn t, then one day...they get lame and decide to wake up and be like "well, i think we should just be friends".....lame, child boo...next. [rolls eyes] got me hot, lmao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And people be wonderin' why I cut people off, drop people, act madd stank, and ignore phone calls.....well i'm obviously not the problem, i'm doin fine....how are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Its gotten ridiculous to the extent that i've restricted my incoming calls, meaning you can't call ole Twon unless you on the contacts list....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what the fuck i look like doin' that? lmao....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;people do not know how to act...tighten up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Call Dr. Phil, Montell, Oprah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Go to church and pray for your damn self....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Quit your day job and meditate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anything, just &lt;strong&gt;get the fuck out my face with that shit...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Move wit ya lame ass.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yo i been done told yall, this one got attitude problems, i'm from VA, and frankly...i'm fed up. This nigga finna act like he from VA cus yall is on some bullshit right now. Call it what you want, i know you think i'm shady, but you a hata cuz bitch the word is crazy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everyone on the bullshit is in TIMEOUT.....&lt;strong&gt;TIMEOUT&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[sigh*]...got me all tired n' shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LETS GET SOME TESTIMONALS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;COMMENT AND TELL YOUR STORY OF AN ENCOUNTER WITH A LAME ASS....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LMAO.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23482557-114169913868446006?l=itstwonbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23482557/posts/default/114169913868446006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23482557/posts/default/114169913868446006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstwonbitch.blogspot.com/2006/03/dear-lame-asses.html' title='Dear Lame Asses...'/><author><name>Twon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03819056221799434964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img116.imageshack.us/img116/8595/avatar2sh.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23482557.post-114160895766601068</id><published>2006-03-05T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T18:29:16.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day With Caitlynn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Last weekend with Caitlyn....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ellington Outlet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;International Mall..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Did it real big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;♥ you Caitlyn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/1600/2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/200/2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/1600/3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/200/3.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/1600/6.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/200/6.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/1600/7.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2411/200/7.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/4599/80gn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/4599/80gn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/5163/94lf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/5163/94lf1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/3315/127fd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/3315/127fd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/4859/137do.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/4859/137do.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/9864/143fg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/9864/143fg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/9396/153su.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; 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