<?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-4348962553042248493</id><updated>2011-07-31T03:38:50.597-07:00</updated><category term='Bewbs'/><category term='Lies'/><category term='Truth'/><category term='Women'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='Graphics'/><category term='Tiger Woods'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='Smash'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Photoshop'/><category term='Bird'/><title type='text'>Both Sides of the Bed</title><subtitle type='html'>A His and Her view from young adults living in a modern recession</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348962553042248493/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Both Sides of the Bed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10855870729995583525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348962553042248493.post-9003644848664404918</id><published>2010-02-15T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T09:29:03.032-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>It's their Kraft thats killin em!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wqefoyb0QE8/S3mD3pIq2zI/AAAAAAAAAAc/IZP9V_QR7xg/s1600-h/66221571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wqefoyb0QE8/S3mD3pIq2zI/AAAAAAAAAAc/IZP9V_QR7xg/s320/66221571.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438523016984845106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3.69 @ a 7% markup is 3.94&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3.69 @ a 49% Markup is 5.49&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Small Frie 1.29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Small drink 1$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;= the only way That Wendy's can make money off of this sammich is if you get Cheese on it. If you don't and just get the Combo then Wendy's stands to Lose 49cents eeerytime you pick up a Premium Fish Fillet.  I know this means absolutely nuffin but I just wanted to write about it.  &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#search?q=%23dontjudgeme"&gt;#DontJudgeme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;His Side of the Bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348962553042248493-9003644848664404918?l=bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/feeds/9003644848664404918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-their-kraft-thats-killin-em.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348962553042248493/posts/default/9003644848664404918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348962553042248493/posts/default/9003644848664404918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-their-kraft-thats-killin-em.html' title='It&apos;s their Kraft thats killin em!'/><author><name>Both Sides of the Bed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10855870729995583525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wqefoyb0QE8/S3mD3pIq2zI/AAAAAAAAAAc/IZP9V_QR7xg/s72-c/66221571.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348962553042248493.post-3595828415097693803</id><published>2010-02-05T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T20:59:50.704-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graphics'/><title type='text'>Both sides is coming back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But in the Meantime view my awesome Graphic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="313" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=152447813&amp;amp;width=1337"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=152447813&amp;amp;width=1337" allowscriptaccess="always" height="313" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/152447813/"&gt;Browngirls' Header&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://birdjenkins.deviantart.com/"&gt;Birdjenkins&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock with it &lt;a href="http://abrowngirlschronicle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Browngirl&lt;/a&gt;....Check her out by the way.&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;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;His Side of the Bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4348962553042248493-3595828415097693803?l=bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/feeds/3595828415097693803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/2010/02/both-sides-is-coming-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348962553042248493/posts/default/3595828415097693803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348962553042248493/posts/default/3595828415097693803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/2010/02/both-sides-is-coming-back.html' title='Both sides is coming back'/><author><name>Both Sides of the Bed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10855870729995583525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348962553042248493.post-4607948088827895767</id><published>2009-12-11T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T06:32:02.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Granddaddy and Bootsie</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-12028170-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a recent lunch with my grandfather, I felt the need to write this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He speaks lovingly of her -- how she looked beyond his three kids and ex-wife and the fact that his extra money came from shooting craps and betting on the ponies and saw the potential of what he could be. He tells me that she accepted a carbon ring, no diamonds in the thing, that a “will you marry me?” was all she wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talks of meals cooked with love and the mothering she gave to his children, never being able to have any of her own. He recounts details of the first house they called home and the bed they shared, once fit for paupers that he traded in for one built for royalty. He told me about the care she took with her words and the way she brought him to God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We share stories of our memories of her and the pain in our hearts still as fresh as the first day, when our screams matched octave for octave and volume for volume when she went home to meet her maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After forty years together the connection is as strong as ever though she is buried and gone. He tells me he stills misses her and I still miss her too.  A love pure, a love real, a love enduring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Realized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the lady’s side of the bed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348962553042248493-4607948088827895767?l=bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/feeds/4607948088827895767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/2009/12/granddaddy-and-bootsie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348962553042248493/posts/default/4607948088827895767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348962553042248493/posts/default/4607948088827895767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/2009/12/granddaddy-and-bootsie.html' title='Granddaddy and Bootsie'/><author><name>Both Sides of the Bed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10855870729995583525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348962553042248493.post-6342504699908000747</id><published>2009-12-11T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T10:52:49.356-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiger Woods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bewbs'/><title type='text'>Bewbs</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-12028170-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://7.media.collegehumor.com/collegehumor/ch6/9/4/collegehumor.f2ba4af9cd022d4c25b3fd04da89e08e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 373px;" src="http://7.media.collegehumor.com/collegehumor/ch6/9/4/collegehumor.f2ba4af9cd022d4c25b3fd04da89e08e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Timmy's ecstatic after winning the "Tiger Wood's Jr. Invitational"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/picture:1743188"&gt;Sauce&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;His Side of the Bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4348962553042248493-6342504699908000747?l=bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/feeds/6342504699908000747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/2009/12/bewbs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348962553042248493/posts/default/6342504699908000747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348962553042248493/posts/default/6342504699908000747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/2009/12/bewbs.html' title='Bewbs'/><author><name>chucknorrisbirthdaycakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17447341338935665499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348962553042248493.post-214203520020857902</id><published>2009-12-10T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T06:31:18.769-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Ebony and... Whatever color Becky is</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-12028170-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j158/jenkbird23/Bothsides/russell-simmons-at-t99332d1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I do things for the sake of controversy and to instigate shiz or whatever and recently I shared a link &lt;a href="http://www.afieldnegro.com/photos.html"&gt;http://www.afieldnegro.com/photos.html &lt;/a&gt;on my Facebook page. The site claims it's purpose is to inspire, motivate and teach. The site also says the pictures pose the question- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is it possible that some sisters, are driving brothers away&lt;/span&gt;?  That's a cop out if you ask me and its excusing a major part of the equation putting the emphasis especally on one segment over the other.  Where's the love Field Negro?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never really say it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; Her fault over mine, but of course her shiz plays it's role and has been playing it for decades(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;see the pic of Freddy Douglass&lt;/span&gt;).  People feel entitled period, and a lot of what I know is Sistas, especially, aren't quick to submit and/or say O.K.  It's gotta make sense to em, and off of principle alone they don't trust yo ass cuz they daddy never gave em much to believe in.  So why should they believe some guy that just wants to lay in their hotpocket, get em pregnant, only to leave em to be with another chicken anyways?  Men on the other-hand -we've started to kinda know our value and  we've been feeling ourselves real heavy right now. Blame Jay-Z(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;30's the new 20 from Kingdom come. Wanna talk about avoidance of responsiblity-theres your theme music&lt;/span&gt;).  We don't have a countdown to a certain age(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt;).  We don't look at what we haven't done and where we think we should be because honestly we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DONT REMEMBER THE DAY BEFORE&lt;/span&gt;.  It's not a calendar or a stop-watch or anything of the sort for us.  So it's all fair to play on playa.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really isnt an Easy answer. Just cuz really is a good reason sometimes and U can't hit every phatty at the bar I say that to say there is a bit sacrifice both sides could give into to get to that grand compromise with the 2 bedroom 2 bath condo with the Volvo in your reserved spot. You might not find the person of your dreams or your perfect compliment along the way and he/she may have a different ethnic makeup than you do, or have the rhythm of a praying mantis with knocked knees but the most important characteristic your partner needs to have is... they MUST think Coming to America is a cinema Classic.  If they dont, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;break up with em and forget they ever existed&lt;/span&gt;. And thats Real fuggin Talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i490.photobucket.com/albums/rr267/Danejerus12/ComingToAmericaLaugh.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://i490.photobucket.com/albums/rr267/Danejerus12/ComingToAmericaLaugh.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;His Side of the Bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4348962553042248493-214203520020857902?l=bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/feeds/214203520020857902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/2009/12/ebony-and-whatever-color-becky-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348962553042248493/posts/default/214203520020857902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348962553042248493/posts/default/214203520020857902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/2009/12/ebony-and-whatever-color-becky-is.html' title='Ebony and... Whatever color Becky is'/><author><name>chucknorrisbirthdaycakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17447341338935665499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j158/jenkbird23/Bothsides/th_russell-simmons-at-t99332d1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348962553042248493.post-2235723643123409959</id><published>2009-12-09T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T10:53:36.550-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiger Woods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Pain Stakingly Hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-12028170-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I always always have had headaches and I'm sure it's cuz something physiologically wrong with me.  I need to be checked out and investigated n stuff.  Im totally aware and positively sure the cause is my bad habits.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; ima still blame it on something external cuz thats what people do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j158/jenkbird23/Bothsides/office-rage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- The Big gurl in Precious.  That grimace she cant help but to make gives me headaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Chris Browns voice, whether he's talking or singing it gives me a headache.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- When 3 or more of my co-workers wear the same colored shirt. Office Rule is they must go take glamor shouts together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Pretty women with pancake booties.  Ur not worth a damn if yo drawls got wrinkles in the back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Mcdonalds sneaking the 4 piece nugget off of the dollar menu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- A day without Tiger woods in the headlines.  That's my motivation.  Make a billion and not fugg bottom bitties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Sweater-vests, with Pockets.  Self explanatory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Beyonce's sweaty upper lip. Don't pretend it doesnt give u a shooting migraine when u see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- All things 106 and Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Too many tattoos... on your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Lifetime, Oxygen, and the Fine Living Network(s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Going into Home Depot and getting shit like Weed Killer and Bug Spray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Relationships that exist entirely online. She/he's not calling you for a reason dumbass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Dudes who show up for job interviews with suits that are too big and cornrows that are too tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- My female friends always telling me about their conquest, and giving detailed specifics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Spongebob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Broke Rappers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Im sure there are more things I can blame my headache on.  "Aww crap my gas tank is on E. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PHUK&lt;/span&gt; now I got a headache!".  Then again its not really blame if its the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;His side of the Bed&lt;/span&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/4348962553042248493-2235723643123409959?l=bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/feeds/2235723643123409959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/2009/12/pain-stakingly-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348962553042248493/posts/default/2235723643123409959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348962553042248493/posts/default/2235723643123409959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/2009/12/pain-stakingly-hard.html' title='Pain Stakingly Hard'/><author><name>Both Sides of the Bed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10855870729995583525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j158/jenkbird23/Bothsides/th_office-rage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348962553042248493.post-3995633813543767286</id><published>2009-12-07T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T10:53:52.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Venting Volume 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-12028170-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vent begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days run into each other and weekends lose their meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every purchase is a major debate and you live by what you need instead of what you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compromise becomes a word you hate but can’t afford to be without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You question your abilities and your worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surfing the internet is an activity that consumes you’re days and nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every call from a number you don’t recognize makes you jump to attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little luxuries mean more than you ever thought they would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While hearing the words “how are you?” makes you cringe and respond with the obligatory, “I’m fine.” Even though at times you feel anything but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You question decisions you’ve made in the past and wonder if change will indeed be for the better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet everyday you can’t but hope for the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is life as an unemployed professional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it sucks but its real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vent over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348962553042248493-3995633813543767286?l=bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/feeds/3995633813543767286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/2009/12/venting-volume-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348962553042248493/posts/default/3995633813543767286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348962553042248493/posts/default/3995633813543767286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/2009/12/venting-volume-1.html' title='Venting Volume 1'/><author><name>Both Sides of the Bed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10855870729995583525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348962553042248493.post-2182798794412048664</id><published>2009-12-04T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T10:54:11.196-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiger Woods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>The feature Film</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-12028170-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 418px; height: 278px;" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j158/jenkbird23/Bothsides/tiger-woods-buick-enclavecopycopyco.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why you ask.... Because I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://twitpic.com/s3b3c"&gt;Full Shot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;His Side of the Bed&lt;/span&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/4348962553042248493-2182798794412048664?l=bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/feeds/2182798794412048664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/2009/12/feature-film.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348962553042248493/posts/default/2182798794412048664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348962553042248493/posts/default/2182798794412048664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/2009/12/feature-film.html' title='The feature Film'/><author><name>Both Sides of the Bed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10855870729995583525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j158/jenkbird23/Bothsides/th_tiger-woods-buick-enclavecopycopyco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348962553042248493.post-4896398307308001117</id><published>2009-12-03T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T10:54:23.230-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>People Love a Lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-12028170-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;      Ima try n keep this one concise.  Nobody feels like reading all the time and I'm one of em. So if it sounds rushed, that's because it was.  This rant has been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;force fed&lt;/span&gt; to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;      People cant wait to be lied to &amp;amp; want the truth to hold off for just a little bit longer.  A well told lie makes you feel better, it can ease tension, it can even get you elected and people eat that shiz up.  But Why?  Are we that out of touch with the natural word that we just want to be naturally led astray.  We've seen it time and time again in political venues where a candidate wont come through on promises and win's re-election or in the media where told Al-queida is an actual terrorist threat of imminent danger or a new Bin Laden mix tape is released.  Yo, Al-queda &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER EXISTED&lt;/span&gt;, it was a damn name of a stack of papers in a CIA file cabinet.  Americans don't care for the truth, they just want to be told something indivisible with liberty and justice for all or whatever to say we the people blah blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is not a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt; rant this is a People are just not getting it rant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j158/jenkbird23/Bothsides/picture-3.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   I believe in 2 things and 2 things only and thats Truth and Love.  You really cant go wrong with either.  It brings out the best in us all and to the republic for which it stands and amber waves of grain or whatever else this country was built&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;His side of the Bed&lt;/span&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/4348962553042248493-4896398307308001117?l=bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/feeds/4896398307308001117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/2009/12/people-love-lie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348962553042248493/posts/default/4896398307308001117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348962553042248493/posts/default/4896398307308001117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/2009/12/people-love-lie.html' title='People Love a Lie'/><author><name>Both Sides of the Bed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10855870729995583525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j158/jenkbird23/Bothsides/th_picture-3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348962553042248493.post-1160218157794021464</id><published>2009-11-30T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T10:54:39.765-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiger Woods'/><title type='text'>Riding Dirty, Tiger Woods Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-12028170-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j158/jenkbird23/Bothsides/ap_tiger_woods_accident_091130_mn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Always look ahead:&lt;/span&gt; Because that's where the exit is, looking back might get u hit with a 9iron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Hold your tongue:&lt;/span&gt; Get your legal team in line so the story sounds str8 when its presented to the public&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Phuk the police:&lt;/span&gt; When they knock on your door turn em away.  You'll talk when you feel like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Money aint everything:&lt;/span&gt; Even a billionaire gets caught up in crazy shit with chickens from time to time.  And sometimes marries em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-When u phuk up, PHUK UP:&lt;/span&gt; Have you seen &lt;a href="http://www.dailyworldbuzz.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/Rachel-Uchitel-Photos.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel Uchitel ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; She looks like a man eater! I'm positive it was worth it. She got crazy in her eyes, and we all know crazy got that good-good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Keep it private:&lt;/span&gt; So what the world will speculate on how many times she lumped you up as a man you aint gotta say nuffin different other than "family matter"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Honor thy wife:&lt;/span&gt; If it wasn't for those damn tabloids you wouldn't have this problem cuz you kept it on the low low.  Call her a hero for&lt;strike&gt; smashing out the back window in a rage.&lt;/strike&gt; Breaking the window to rescue u from your dented vehicle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Proceed with caution:&lt;/span&gt; driving under 33MPH means the airbag didnt deploy, which means ur attempted get away sucked, prolly cuz Elin knocked u the Phuk OUT and all u could do was lean the Escalade to Neutral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;However I wish he didnt apologize cuz he said he aint do nuffin and I also wish his chin wasn't so weak cuz that whole mouth full of blood look isn't the bidness if your not a prize fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;His side of the Bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348962553042248493-1160218157794021464?l=bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/feeds/1160218157794021464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/2009/11/riding-dirty-tiger-woods-edition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348962553042248493/posts/default/1160218157794021464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348962553042248493/posts/default/1160218157794021464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/2009/11/riding-dirty-tiger-woods-edition.html' title='Riding Dirty, Tiger Woods Edition'/><author><name>Both Sides of the Bed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10855870729995583525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j158/jenkbird23/Bothsides/th_ap_tiger_woods_accident_091130_mn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348962553042248493.post-3948839755159325358</id><published>2009-11-23T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T10:54:58.080-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>It's really your mess but I'll help u clean it up</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-12028170-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Before there was fire, before transportation came on 22s since the dawn of time when sistas wanted boys with curly hair or the one who could pick u up from school it always appeared to me that ladies just had been doing it wrong. You gotta remember back in elementary school you like-did the Lightskin-did boy, but you also didn't know how to tell time from a watch/clock that wasn't digital so I can't judge u for that, but as you became that upperclassman in high school you still had a taste for the superficial.  Instead of the fairskin one you went after the ones who could offer you more.  The ones who not only did they not attend your school(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;who wants a classmate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;) they didn't go to school at all because they were too old to be there.  He had to be at least 2 years older with some sort of money to splurge on you - and that's alright.  It's your business do as you wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Fast- forward 6 years after high school where you've either pursued your studies further or you've started a career of sorts and have begun encountering like-minded individuals or new '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;sistas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;' and '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;chicas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;' to roll with that are driven and goal oriented just like you are.  Not only are you an upstart individual making at least 45k with perks, but you can also party 4 days a week and come into the office with a hangover yet function like its not a big deal just get you a cup of coffee and u'll be fine, make it 2. So to say the least you're doing it.  You still want what you want, but what you're getting has substantiated a bit as your taste gets tweaked errrrytime you meet/date/deal with a new dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;He's nice but his car is nicer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;","&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;He just isn't doing enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;", "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I won't date a man with kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;", "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;He gotta be bringing something to the table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;", and my personal fav "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I just haven't met someone on my level&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;".  Well since the beginning of your likes and like-nots your level hasn't been of even keel.  You always expected a ready made man but worked under false pretenses indicating that you would actually work with someone, but that's just not true.  I blame Barbie honestly.  She fugged it up for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;S.  She had ERRYTHING a lil gurl wanted from multiple successful careers, a lil hoe for a sister that she could guide through life, a dream house and a ready made man wearing an ascot who never pressed her to do freaky shiz cuz he doesn't have the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; to back it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You're set in your ways and adjustment = sacrifice and sacrifice goes against what you really want and that my dear is a hard pill to swallow.  I'm guessin what you haven't caught on to yet is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.  You aren't going to be able to change him into what you want.  You also aren't going to be able to pick and  prod then mesh the good qualities from your Ex's to make your perfect Soul Brotha #1. Relax, Think for a moment maybe if you stopped and just enjoyed what you have instead of finding something wrong you just might like whats going on.  Stop counting too! It does no one any good if you've busy counting how many days its been since he did something special.  Ur the only one upset by it and you start to write him off for petty ish like just that he's txted u 4 times today already. Annoying, maybe but dealbreaker - hardly.  It might look like I'm pointing the finger alot and saying its all your fault.  I am but I'm not.  Trust ima dig in my own shiz in the next week and tell u why I think we're doing it wrong too BUT this is the craziest part, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;IM the ONLY guy I know that isn't in a committed relationship or Married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. So I can say from first hand encounters that the shoe has been on the other foot and they find someone to work something meaningful out with.  I couldn't hook you up with one of my boys unless u were O.K with him coming to your house only and you never meeting his friends.  I don't know their individual circumstances, and I'm not sure what is is about their ladies that let them let go enuf to sacrifice but whatever it was it worked.  In my circle which has a much larger population of women than men the guys are good and the gurls are busy trying to reinvent the wheel over and over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His side of the Bed&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/4348962553042248493-3948839755159325358?l=bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/feeds/3948839755159325358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-really-your-mess-but-ill-help-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348962553042248493/posts/default/3948839755159325358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348962553042248493/posts/default/3948839755159325358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-really-your-mess-but-ill-help-u.html' title='It&apos;s really your mess but I&apos;ll help u clean it up'/><author><name>Both Sides of the Bed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10855870729995583525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348962553042248493.post-8006101031538150690</id><published>2009-11-22T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T10:55:14.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beds Were Made for Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-12028170-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not created as solitary creatures, rather as individuals meant to establish a pair. This pair should be well suited to navigate this ocean of life for their mutual benefit and those of their offspring. Though I’ve described it clinically, when done right, it’s the single most beautiful thing in existence and secretly we all want it. Those who say they don’t – You’re All Liars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not meant to be alone. Don’t get me wrong. People can be happy single but a life without the enrichment and warmth of true love is one that I reject. As do many of the women in my life. The career women, the activists, the single mothers, and all those in between, all covet a loving partner - one to share their lives with, the joys and the pains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if it’s something that we all want, why are so many of us still single? No one wants to work at anymore. It’s never simple or easy, nor does it fall into place like all the romantic comedies and novels that we watch and read. It’s hard! Probably the hardest thing I’ve ever tried to do in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, a lot of women have this ideal image of what a man is suppose to be. But are we the ideal women that we can be? Men and women, we’re all works in progress. I’m not going to quote the 80/20 rule because we’ve all seen the Tyler Perry movie. But, it’s the heart of the person that matters. The rest can be worked out, that is if you’re willing. The question that you have to ask your self is “are you willing to fight for love?” Time and time again it will prove to be an uphill battle. But it’s worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one come baggage free and there are always obstacles and pitfalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you’re gifted with someone that loves you and you love them, they support you and you support them, they are true to you and you are true to them, hold on. And if you haven’t yet been blessed with that person, keep your heart open to the possibilities of what the universe holds for you. Don’t let non-consequential things like height, kids, previous relationships, money, baggage, weight, swagger, status or shine keep you from what could be the best part of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lady on the Other Side of the Bed,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348962553042248493-8006101031538150690?l=bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/feeds/8006101031538150690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/2009/11/beds-were-made-for-two-we-are-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348962553042248493/posts/default/8006101031538150690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348962553042248493/posts/default/8006101031538150690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/2009/11/beds-were-made-for-two-we-are-not.html' title='Beds Were Made for Two'/><author><name>Both Sides of the Bed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10855870729995583525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348962553042248493.post-3936524672600337791</id><published>2009-11-19T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T10:55:33.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making the Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-12028170-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it’s time for the lady to take the stage. For my first trick, I’m going to use this forum to explain the intricacies of my female mind, running the gamut of the life that I lead – a life that involves love and relationships, values and faith, hopes and dreams, family and friends, plus anything else that may spew forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe everything happens for a reason and every cause has an effect. My emotions run high and my tolerance for ignorance runs low. Working smart, not hard, is my way. Crying is never a sign of weakness and a heartfelt apology is always better than a backhanded compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life of a woman is never simple and rarely easy but the adventure of it all is one I wouldn’t trade for the world and one that I am prepared to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let the ride begin…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348962553042248493-3936524672600337791?l=bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/feeds/3936524672600337791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/2009/11/making-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348962553042248493/posts/default/3936524672600337791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348962553042248493/posts/default/3936524672600337791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/2009/11/making-bed.html' title='Making the Bed'/><author><name>Both Sides of the Bed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10855870729995583525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348962553042248493.post-1558765267689098870</id><published>2009-11-18T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T10:55:59.477-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bird'/><title type='text'>My Jacked sense of Logic</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-12028170-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wqefoyb0QE8/SwRVcnxK4GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CAZw6VXWzS4/s1600/39387252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wqefoyb0QE8/SwRVcnxK4GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CAZw6VXWzS4/s320/39387252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405539402951352418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formal Introductions aren't necessary and this isn't a formal engagement so Allow me to Re-Introduce myself for the first time I'm Jay you can Call me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bird&lt;/span&gt; and this Is the part where I explain things from my side of the bed.  To get you warmed up to who I think I already am. I don't always make sense, and I never expect anyone to agree but at least to me... I'm always right. I'm unapologetic-ally me and that shiz feels awesome!  Judgmental; no, Empathetic; Not really, Understanding; At times, Friendly; Not so much, But A Friend; Till the mutha effin wheels fall off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;     I had a unique experience of attending Elementary(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cherryhill&lt;/span&gt;), Middle(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;northeast&lt;/span&gt;), and High School(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;West&lt;/span&gt;) in 3 different parts of town and got to see first hand how people projected who they thought they were to become because of what they saw whether is was productive or not.  I knew sh1T stunk and sometimes I stepped in it(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Project Chicks&lt;/span&gt;) but for the most part I walked the str8 line and avoided what I could to stay out of harms way.  Household was predominately dominated by women, even the Doberman was a Bitch so I can hear when stuff is going off the hinges before it happens YET I still let the fight come(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bring it&lt;/span&gt;) simply because its just &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;cooler&lt;/span&gt; that way.If you have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt; in your name I won't date you. You can't hurt my feelings but you can catch me off-balanced if u want me to read into things.  I'm hella big on communication but shut down cuz i don't feel like talking.  I don't like guns but feel the need to punch people in the mouth all the time. I'd never do things outta malice or spite because that's not how you treat people.  Walk away, you'll feel better about the rest of your life.  I think Truth is Love and Love is Gawd and I wouldn't have it any other way.  I agree with the Pot calling the Kettle Black, but if you aren't apart of this cookware then you have no right to intrude. I am Abnormally Average The Confirmed Contradiction who only has answers for  himself, and I'm cute too.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I say all that to say I'm fugged up and I'm going to tell you allllllllllll about it.  Lets debate without being defensive and lets discuss with open minds.  You better bring it cuz im already here and i wont waste my time on anything meaningless.  If u can relate to any of what I've mentioned... ur prolly fugged up too, but thats alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His side of the Bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4348962553042248493-1558765267689098870?l=bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/feeds/1558765267689098870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-jacked-sense-of-logic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348962553042248493/posts/default/1558765267689098870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348962553042248493/posts/default/1558765267689098870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bothsidezofthebed.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-jacked-sense-of-logic.html' title='My Jacked sense of Logic'/><author><name>Both Sides of the Bed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10855870729995583525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wqefoyb0QE8/SwRVcnxK4GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CAZw6VXWzS4/s72-c/39387252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
