<?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-5859650843012010647</id><updated>2012-02-15T04:02:37.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of the Girl Wonder</title><subtitle type='html'>basically, a show of creativity, emotions, life, poetry, and love</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwonderinc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859650843012010647/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwonderinc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The-originial-Girlwonder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587702772189842027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.meez.com/user06/09/03/06/090306_10030009793.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859650843012010647.post-2670322267726473429</id><published>2008-01-11T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T01:37:41.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so it seems that i sew it's seams</title><content type='html'>and make some wonderful print into a beautiful piece of clothing aka my life... my relationship with the cool. did i mention I'm totally and utterly and incontestably falling for a guy that I'm not to sure i should fall for... it like i want him to be the right one so bad that i cant seem to figure out where we are going to actually go. and i want it be long lived sooooo strongly that I'm willing to finally change everything I've been saying i was going to change for it... but my only doubt is where.... where are we headed... where is he headed.. where am i.. all of our hopes and dreams can sound beautiful and grand and that's all they will still be without work effort and time... what if we don't get it... yes.. doubt.. doubt of exactly how long we will stick this out. and exactly how long is forever... can we actually be with each other for eternity stand the test of time. could i have actually found my true love at the tender age of 18... there is always the question of who's better...well he makes me better so shouldn't that be enough... I'm confused right now...i want him to be my everything.. but I'm doubtful if i can... maybe it's what these retarded sex craved niggas put in my head.. or my father.. or my brother... or maybe it's my sub conscience trying to Sike me out of being happy... i do not know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but come the 16 of Feb... if all is said and done.. and all is fine and dandy.. then yes oh yes i shall live with this wonder guy of my dreams... and then from there we shall see what will come of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i do believe we will travel the world.. the 13 seas of a outer space intergalactic world... and move the Bahamas when were 60 and live out our days as Caribbean sweethearts taken in the sea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do love him .... and falling into it i am... i can only hope it's not infatuation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;                  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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859650843012010647.post-7492250595931896128</id><published>2008-01-07T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T11:39:50.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well..the same saying as always.&lt;br /&gt;New year New Brie... i am ever changing , but ever staying the same&lt;br /&gt;new guy in my life a good guy, a guy much like me with enough to diffrence to challenge my personality and my intellect and i gett supper geekish off of it i vibe off him and i can honestly say i do love him, quick love is not always good. but belive this time it is serious... but im not gonna hurt ne more i refuse to put my all with out the other 45 % cause see me in him we 10 for the rest of you losers to hate on how good we are... together... and how much we need each other apart.. its funny how you dont know you are missing nething untill you find it&lt;br /&gt;we'll see where that goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other news:&lt;br /&gt;graphic design&lt;br /&gt;fashion design&lt;br /&gt;cometics&lt;br /&gt;business&lt;br /&gt;music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school and work will be a bitch&lt;br /&gt;but like a wise man told me&lt;br /&gt;once you finish something it's in your genetics to finish everything... and better myself i will this year i promise it to me and my higher being that i will not stray from my path... i dont care how normal it is to say it at the start of a new year. i will prosper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well. last news... i shaken off all the people that cant hold on... and i getting with people that can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you lames...&lt;br /&gt;i love me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859650843012010647-7492250595931896128?l=girlwonderinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://images.meez.com/user06/09/03/06/090306_10030009793.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859650843012010647.post-8643315301736395983</id><published>2007-11-27T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T10:45:04.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tsm7-YkfEBY/R0xlnjkkOHI/AAAAAAAAABY/DX225BHzvJU/s1600-h/dfgd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137593005160806514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tsm7-YkfEBY/R0xlnjkkOHI/AAAAAAAAABY/DX225BHzvJU/s200/dfgd.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i do miss him....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859650843012010647-8643315301736395983?l=girlwonderinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tsm7-YkfEBY/R0xlnjkkOHI/AAAAAAAAABY/DX225BHzvJU/s72-c/dfgd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859650843012010647.post-77057091659384043</id><published>2007-11-16T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T00:19:44.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmph</title><content type='html'>before you do nething you have to know where you headed... or where you want to be..&lt;br /&gt;you have to know your destination... if you dont know your destintation... you wont know how to get there&lt;br /&gt;- said by the guy i kinda dig on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maybe im too young to understand what i should do... but on the other side. im old enough to know better... it's time for a change...the efforts i put forth is no where near enough...&lt;br /&gt;so maybe im not readdy for that upper level nething... im not ready for myself... how are people so sure of themselves... just get it together he says&lt;br /&gt;i hate that man cause i cant love him... but i cant love him cause supposedly i dont try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmph....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859650843012010647-77057091659384043?l=girlwonderinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwonderinc.blogspot.com/feeds/77057091659384043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859650843012010647&amp;postID=77057091659384043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859650843012010647/posts/default/77057091659384043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859650843012010647/posts/default/77057091659384043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwonderinc.blogspot.com/2007/11/hmph.html' title='hmph'/><author><name>The-originial-Girlwonder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587702772189842027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.meez.com/user06/09/03/06/090306_10030009793.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859650843012010647.post-8836548911319013216</id><published>2007-11-14T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T18:26:04.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love my hair from ever curl to every misguided straight strand&lt;br /&gt;i love my body from every curve to every misplaced dark pigmentation&lt;br /&gt;i love my soul from every ecentric qualitiy to every straight moral&lt;br /&gt;and i love my heart from every empathetic motin to every killing instinct&lt;br /&gt;-gw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems to me that im the definition of perfect imperfection and i love everyminute of it&lt;br /&gt;i love how i get when im uncomfertable but no one can ever tell it but my sister my mom or my boyfriend at the time.... and i love how my boyfriend at the time is so intimate with me [and i dont mean sexually] that he can feel my emotion without me moving or saying nething... my emotion just radiates to him... it's something about being close to people that allows you to feel that sensation of knowing them internally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all.... for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859650843012010647-8836548911319013216?l=girlwonderinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://images.meez.com/user06/09/03/06/090306_10030009793.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859650843012010647.post-1986258541682609108</id><published>2007-11-13T23:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T23:19:29.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant believe that everything i've ever wanted has been thrown into my court... its just waiting on my to turn it into my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crush of the century- i have his number... what do i do with that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first love- he's about to blow up.... and he wants me with him... where do i go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first...- he's in my lifee....again... where do i go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first guy to just hold me and pull on me and follow me like im the only girl he wants- why are we so close so fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first time i decided to do something for myself- why am i so scared now that im trying to make it happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the man who loves me.... he wants me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859650843012010647-1986258541682609108?l=girlwonderinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwonderinc.blogspot.com/feeds/1986258541682609108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859650843012010647&amp;postID=1986258541682609108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859650843012010647/posts/default/1986258541682609108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859650843012010647/posts/default/1986258541682609108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwonderinc.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-cant-believe-that-everything-ive-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>The-originial-Girlwonder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587702772189842027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.meez.com/user06/09/03/06/090306_10030009793.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859650843012010647.post-3976338822659213261</id><published>2007-11-06T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T23:38:38.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i killed it&lt;br /&gt;he killed me&lt;br /&gt;she killed us&lt;br /&gt;my life has died&lt;br /&gt;from the dirt i come up a diffrent person&lt;br /&gt;but my soul never changed and never will&lt;br /&gt;so to that im still in love, im still true... i miss him already,,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859650843012010647-3976338822659213261?l=girlwonderinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwonderinc.blogspot.com/feeds/3976338822659213261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859650843012010647&amp;postID=3976338822659213261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859650843012010647/posts/default/3976338822659213261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859650843012010647/posts/default/3976338822659213261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwonderinc.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-killed-it-he-killed-me-she-killed-us.html' title=''/><author><name>The-originial-Girlwonder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587702772189842027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.meez.com/user06/09/03/06/090306_10030009793.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859650843012010647.post-6424997383555012126</id><published>2007-11-02T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T00:41:14.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate the movie baby boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;why??? i know it's such a good movie....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i depicts every aspect of my screwed up life... and i hate it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;baby boy- j real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;baby girl- your truley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;child- angeles... no longer existent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;extra sideline.... extra sidebaby....extra drama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the whole dam movie is my life right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean dammit he looks just like him i look like her... he loves me i love him. i put up with his shit he puts up with mine... i hit him he would probably hit me back.... i hate this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmph&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;next friday is the moment of truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... and he'll be right there beside me... no telling what will happen after that... i just know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that i'll always love him with all my heart... he has a special part of me with him always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dammit i wanna cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cant even write&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love him sooooo much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;what we had was almost perfect... but God he dosnt like perfection, he prefers imperfection and we got to close to the perfect so he took my perfect away from me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im sooo hurt....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i got to let it go, because i cant have that perfection... but i will always have that james bond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;he will always have my heart...[ and i know i say this about everyone]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but.... he really and truley will never leave my mind or my soul...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- the ex wife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;poetry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;love is a made up word an ideology&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the things that surround it are soo real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;life is a place of twist and turns a chuttes and ladder game of play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate you love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate everything surrounding you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tsm7-YkfEBY/RyrUeYv4QDI/AAAAAAAAABQ/-NKbby8GQF0/s1600-h/jerrel.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128144744219164722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tsm7-YkfEBY/RyrUeYv4QDI/AAAAAAAAABQ/-NKbby8GQF0/s200/jerrel.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859650843012010647-6424997383555012126?l=girlwonderinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwonderinc.blogspot.com/feeds/6424997383555012126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859650843012010647&amp;postID=6424997383555012126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859650843012010647/posts/default/6424997383555012126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859650843012010647/posts/default/6424997383555012126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwonderinc.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-hate-movie-baby-boy.html' title='i hate the movie baby boy'/><author><name>The-originial-Girlwonder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587702772189842027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.meez.com/user06/09/03/06/090306_10030009793.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tsm7-YkfEBY/RyrUeYv4QDI/AAAAAAAAABQ/-NKbby8GQF0/s72-c/jerrel.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859650843012010647.post-6271339139442914879</id><published>2007-10-24T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T12:49:49.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i forgot about loving me for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;minute&lt;/span&gt; now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure how i love you&lt;br /&gt;are you worth me staying up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every night&lt;/span&gt; thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;are you worth my pain, because i now know that no matter how in love i am with you their is no longer an us&lt;br /&gt;the idea of a we is non &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;existent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you worth my tears my sorrow my drowning rain&lt;br /&gt;are u worth it&lt;br /&gt;i think your worth the trouble but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not willing to give my all to make that trouble &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;you see&lt;br /&gt;because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not worth the trouble to your anymore i am no longer your first, second, third, fourth priority&lt;br /&gt;i am your last... and if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not worth it&lt;br /&gt;why should you be&lt;br /&gt;right..&lt;br /&gt;because, i love you... crazy in love with you, cant sleep without wishing it was you my armed was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cuddled&lt;/span&gt; around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;instead&lt;/span&gt; of my stuffed moose&lt;br /&gt;crying cause i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; touched your skin or felt your warmth.. or woke up mad cause you jacked all the covers and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; freezing&lt;br /&gt;no.. i now know what it feels like to be caged in ones own prison &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; stuck now that i know i wont have you in my life&lt;br /&gt;and... i cant be your friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; tried with every single one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;exes&lt;/span&gt; i love them too much&lt;br /&gt;i always come back to wishing it was still more.. and all it is , is our original friendship&lt;br /&gt;tell me why i cant sleep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Aubrey&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;tell me why i cant think&lt;br /&gt;tell me why nothing right now really matters&lt;br /&gt;it is because u came and showed me a world i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;accustomed&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;br /&gt;showed me how to see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;reall&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;niggas&lt;/span&gt; from the fake ones&lt;br /&gt;how to call them on their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;bullshyt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to break out of my own shell and be spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;or is it because no ones ever touched me the way you have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;caressed&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;gently&lt;/span&gt; or ruff me up hard&lt;br /&gt;do me dirty but oh so good&lt;br /&gt;made me feel my worse and best and be completely honest with me&lt;br /&gt;or maybe cause your the only one who's touched me more than once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;uggg&lt;/span&gt; annoyed i am&lt;br /&gt;... maybe its the fact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; seen you at your lowest point and i stuck through cause i cared about you.. and now that i love you and your going through something&lt;br /&gt;else i cant just leave you alone.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's my empathetic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;qualities&lt;/span&gt; or the fact that my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt; had somehow wrapped into your being&lt;br /&gt;and maybe its cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a plum fool in love&lt;br /&gt;.... yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what is&lt;br /&gt;why do your treat me like you do when your such a good man&lt;br /&gt;...and&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;am&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;still&lt;br /&gt;hanging&lt;br /&gt;on&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;when&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;have a kid a family, that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be my letting go point&lt;br /&gt;what the hell is wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;is it cause i know how men who get with their offspring's mother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;relationships&lt;/span&gt; turn out&lt;br /&gt;i. e . my parents&lt;br /&gt;.... or maybe my problem is i know where you come from and how you where brought i know you would wanna do right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;wich&lt;/span&gt; would leave no room for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; a sideline&lt;br /&gt;and it's a shame it took all of this for you to tell me you love me when you know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; loved u for months&lt;br /&gt;you knew i was in love with you a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;you said it yourself&lt;br /&gt;if anything were to happen to you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;devastated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;ill try not to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poetry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my work here is far from through&lt;br /&gt;i cant just stop my self from loving you&lt;br /&gt;your soft skin, your ruff hands, your aged mined , your gentle eyes&lt;br /&gt;i cant seem to shake my fickle feelings and fickle feelings i do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;possesses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for one minute i cant trust your the next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;bottem&lt;/span&gt; bitch&lt;br /&gt;for some reason i have your back and even tho &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; sane&lt;br /&gt;i seem like such a crazy person with every thought, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;speech&lt;/span&gt;, and sound of your name&lt;br /&gt;it's like a drug a spell a charm you put on me i overdose on your smile...&lt;br /&gt;and even though i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; seen you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; never in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;denial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see i know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; in your heart&lt;br /&gt;and you know that your in mine&lt;br /&gt;i know that in my mind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; right&lt;br /&gt;... but&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should let you go baby you never really belonged to me&lt;br /&gt;to your baby to your seed to your music to these streets &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; where you ought to be&lt;br /&gt;so i figure why not give him up it's only the right thing to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;aubrey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;jerrel&lt;/span&gt; smith i cant do that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; so in love with you&lt;br /&gt;and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think ill love this way again cause it's so raw like crack&lt;br /&gt;and even if i tried i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt; want this back&lt;br /&gt;baby, daddy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;od&lt;/span&gt; whatever your want me to call you no one does it like you&lt;br /&gt;no one talks to me stupid and gets away with it&lt;br /&gt;no one tells me what i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want to hear and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; cool wit it&lt;br /&gt;no one challenges me intellectually...&lt;br /&gt;and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; understand why...&lt;br /&gt;i hate that it's time to say goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; my word&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;girlwonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tsm7-YkfEBY/Rx-gfSlq59I/AAAAAAAAABI/jppM2Xh3E1A/s1600-h/ourhands.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124991360397141970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tsm7-YkfEBY/Rx-gfSlq59I/AAAAAAAAABI/jppM2Xh3E1A/s200/ourhands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eh love!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859650843012010647-6271339139442914879?l=girlwonderinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwonderinc.blogspot.com/feeds/6271339139442914879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859650843012010647&amp;postID=6271339139442914879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859650843012010647/posts/default/6271339139442914879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859650843012010647/posts/default/6271339139442914879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwonderinc.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-forgot-about-loving-me-for-minute-now.html' title=''/><author><name>The-originial-Girlwonder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587702772189842027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.meez.com/user06/09/03/06/090306_10030009793.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail 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Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859650843012010647&amp;postID=7045679329227892418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859650843012010647/posts/default/7045679329227892418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859650843012010647/posts/default/7045679329227892418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwonderinc.blogspot.com/2007/10/over-reaction-is-reaction-of.html' title=''/><author><name>The-originial-Girlwonder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587702772189842027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.meez.com/user06/09/03/06/090306_10030009793.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859650843012010647.post-7667954746675286621</id><published>2007-10-21T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T12:52:08.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>continuation</title><content type='html'>and i was right in saying so, triflen hoes, and hood niggas.. the way welfare checks are made... ugg&lt;br /&gt;shoot me now so i can be with God and laugh at these petty goones and their bitches&lt;br /&gt;so i can spite them who am i....who is she&lt;br /&gt;this is almost like a ghetto ass confessions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"baby this is some hard shit to have to tell you"&lt;br /&gt;"i have a baby by girl i used to know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poetry try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like the feeling when the sun dosnt shine&lt;br /&gt;living in alaska for thirty days of night&lt;br /&gt;it's like having fun and not knowing is fun&lt;br /&gt;it's like being put in a box for 30 years&lt;br /&gt;the price of pain is priceless but the cause of pain is ignorance&lt;br /&gt;the world dosnt make since so my words shouldnt make sense&lt;br /&gt;what i love shouldnt be wrong shouldt make huge misttakes&lt;br /&gt;and how i feel shoud contradict my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck um all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859650843012010647-7667954746675286621?l=girlwonderinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwonderinc.blogspot.com/feeds/7667954746675286621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859650843012010647&amp;postID=7667954746675286621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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gotta love me like my daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;- jhene&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i cant keep this up... i cant keep following behind a idea and not doing nething about it&lt;br /&gt;fuck what a man thinks is love, i know how to feel&lt;br /&gt;forget what he has going on... bussiness is not constriting on saying hi, how are you doing, gotta go babe&lt;br /&gt;it's just that simple time is not the problem, physical is not the problem, its the fact that i do not exist&lt;br /&gt;so i say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859650843012010647-7905702539634779248?l=girlwonderinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwonderinc.blogspot.com/feeds/7905702539634779248/comments/default' 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src='http://images.meez.com/user06/09/03/06/090306_10030009793.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859650843012010647.post-5342424748694819403</id><published>2007-10-14T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T22:53:41.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you blog god</title><content type='html'>i find my self writting every chance i get i love to write inspirational blogs&lt;br /&gt;amazing how that works im now doing two a day.. now all i gotta do is get someone to read it lol&lt;br /&gt;and ill infect the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another try at poetic justice&lt;br /&gt;tears&lt;br /&gt;as the girlwonder&lt;br /&gt;salt filed drops like a tiny spec of seawater stains her face&lt;br /&gt;her eyes buldge with dryness, they burn with pain, they're vivid with the color of wine&lt;br /&gt;an oxymoron  cold warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she knows nothing of pain, she knows nothing of hurt, she knows nothing of let down&lt;br /&gt;no, she is all too numb, this is last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she tries to remain open, she tries to stay focused, she tries to be man hungry&lt;br /&gt;her attempt at male manerisms backfires... more lost she is,..&lt;br /&gt;an oxymoron the blurred focus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's tries to stay away from love, it's only magnified pain&lt;br /&gt;she tries to understand her self , love her self, so that she can return the feeling&lt;br /&gt;an oxymoron the pain feels good, it never hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she tries to put a word on a explanationless emotion&lt;br /&gt;she tries to change&lt;br /&gt;she tries to not controdict her self but she's always the moron&lt;br /&gt;she's always the pained&lt;br /&gt;she is always a woman&lt;br /&gt;she will always be emotion filled&lt;br /&gt;she will always cry&lt;br /&gt;she will always have tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;burst of tears, now he's fightin in class, you aint never pick him up, see his problem is he dont know where his poppa his, he dont deserve to get used to that, mommy that aint your job. you know the world is out to get me why dont you give me a chance...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I cant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wont&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I cant &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wont&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;let you leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i dont&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;know what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;From me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- lupe fiasco he say she say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I say he's a distant love, he says he's unsure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I insist on my feeling, he cant trust the opposite sex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we happen to be cancers, so we happen to be sensitive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we happen to know each other back handwise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we happen to be reclusive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I say theres no love in sex, he says theirs no sex without love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i insist that he's confused, he cant trust his emotions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i happen to know a man will never express his true feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;he happens to have the gangster image&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i happen to know i might never know how he really feels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i happen to be annoyed by that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...... no dammit... no structure i say im in love and it's the truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and if he can't see it without me saying it , maybe he shouldn't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it feels so right when his body's laying next to mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;feels soo right when my heads on his lung caged drum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;his poetic essence is that much more appealing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it kills me that i can't love him the way i want to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;he cant treat me the way i want him to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;that we come from two diffrent places and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we may never be on common ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but... we get each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;he happens to appeal to the inner senses of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my brain and i happen to know im in his mind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hmph i say... cause i happen to be confused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;he says will you be in love with me i say i dont know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;because i dont want to let him know i am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i insist he balance out me with him.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;he insists on doing him... i insist on allowing it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i happen to know im the only person that would put up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;with his bull,except for the cat from wich he came, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i happen to know he'll be comming home to me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;or maybe he wont... but im too patient so i wait, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;im what they call down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tsm7-YkfEBY/RxHMBClq58I/AAAAAAAAABA/r8xcH8tDCsY/s1600-h/l_7aa52b975e72dc43d15be9f2e5c27104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121098569543772098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tsm7-YkfEBY/RxHMBClq58I/AAAAAAAAABA/r8xcH8tDCsY/s400/l_7aa52b975e72dc43d15be9f2e5c27104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;GirlWonder&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/5859650843012010647-4303579265749957600?l=girlwonderinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwonderinc.blogspot.com/feeds/4303579265749957600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859650843012010647&amp;postID=4303579265749957600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859650843012010647/posts/default/4303579265749957600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859650843012010647/posts/default/4303579265749957600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwonderinc.blogspot.com/2007/10/hmpherz.html' title='hmpherz'/><author><name>The-originial-Girlwonder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587702772189842027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.meez.com/user06/09/03/06/090306_10030009793.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tsm7-YkfEBY/RxHJeClq57I/AAAAAAAAAA4/HBC3SshCLuk/s72-c/aa2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859650843012010647.post-4790713434018807798</id><published>2007-10-12T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T07:49:18.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i mean really</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120459272251697058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tsm7-YkfEBY/Rw-GlClq56I/AAAAAAAAAAw/K2nBxy1NHYk/s400/l_bf4084b52ca711953fe07b306a1d1ae3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fashion is more about feel than science.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- pharrell william&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm tired of walking out of my resident hall, going to the mall, going to the club and seeing these cookie cuters. these people that cant function without being a copy of someone else... the damn matching belts with the matching shoes and matching colored shoes.... don't get me wrong... by all means.. wear those beautiful colored accesories.. but please PLEASE for the sake of the people and for the sake of originality... make your own batch of cookies... add a pinch of brown sugar to your regular sugar.. throw in too many chocolate chips let the cookies cook for a little less time.. give it that extra creeamy taste... drink milk when you lactose intolerant... in other words blend.. in others words challegne your self. challenge others immune system make them look because your crazy.. make them crazy caue their looks don't phase you but please dont blend in... stand out... be like that one black person in a pretty white crowd... be beautiful =) be yourself be awesome, but dont be a loser conformist...  TO YOU CONFORMIST I STRONGLY DISLIKE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-GIRLWONDERinc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ps. kids collecting thousand dollar art, 20,000 play houses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;what the duece man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859650843012010647-4790713434018807798?l=girlwonderinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwonderinc.blogspot.com/feeds/4790713434018807798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859650843012010647&amp;postID=4790713434018807798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859650843012010647/posts/default/4790713434018807798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859650843012010647/posts/default/4790713434018807798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwonderinc.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-mean-really.html' title='i mean really'/><author><name>The-originial-Girlwonder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587702772189842027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.meez.com/user06/09/03/06/090306_10030009793.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tsm7-YkfEBY/Rw-GlClq56I/AAAAAAAAAAw/K2nBxy1NHYk/s72-c/l_bf4084b52ca711953fe07b306a1d1ae3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5859650843012010647.post-7175854244255207989</id><published>2007-10-09T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T12:31:08.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first to start</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So basically i figure creativity is not creative with the constrictions of grammer mechanics.. therefore, I'll never use them right. eff your constrictions world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the life of a girlwonder is a hard one and to start out with i would like to point out the fact&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1, a blog is not a life story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. life is not so hard when you know how to play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. creativity is not created&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. bullshit is not heriditary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tsm7-YkfEBY/RwvWwylq53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XyWIlYJPNPA/s1600-h/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119421535138539378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" height="128" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tsm7-YkfEBY/RwvWwylq53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XyWIlYJPNPA/s320/0.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all members of the opposite sex suck at some point and time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birth is the begining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5859650843012010647-7175854244255207989?l=girlwonderinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwonderinc.blogspot.com/feeds/7175854244255207989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5859650843012010647&amp;postID=7175854244255207989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859650843012010647/posts/default/7175854244255207989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5859650843012010647/posts/default/7175854244255207989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwonderinc.blogspot.com/2007/10/first-to-start.html' title='first to start'/><author><name>The-originial-Girlwonder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12587702772189842027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.meez.com/user06/09/03/06/090306_10030009793.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tsm7-YkfEBY/RwvWwylq53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XyWIlYJPNPA/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
