<?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-6015296345384894841</id><updated>2012-01-23T12:11:36.509-05:00</updated><category term='boo. hugs. night life.'/><category term='chocolate.'/><category term='moving on..'/><category term='Valentines Day'/><category term='confusion. alcohol. hell.'/><category term='Alvin and Judy.'/><category term='PIc.'/><category term='sad goodbyes.'/><category term='pics. followers. followed.'/><category term='Halo.'/><category term='Rin on the Rox. Obama.'/><category term='tattoos. piercings. puppies.'/><category term='Halloween.'/><category term='unplanned heartbreak.'/><category term='new phone. Florida Gators. 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Love.'/><category term='heartbreaks.'/><category term='Procrastination.'/><category term='love'/><title type='text'>Sh at ter ed pieces.</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my thoughts, my opinions, my life. :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>162</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-6015219469810476874</id><published>2011-02-18T21:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T21:07:35.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming around.</title><content type='html'>I've been wanting to come back to Blogger... I've been experimenting with other blog sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-6015219469810476874?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/6015219469810476874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=6015219469810476874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/6015219469810476874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/6015219469810476874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2011/02/coming-around.html' title='Coming around.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-8997182676967339241</id><published>2009-12-13T21:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:14:58.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really need to start updating more often. Blogger used to help my stress level because I expressed my thoughts and feelings on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick update before I start writing and shit : The semester is over. Thank God. I've started working fulltime at ONE job so I dropped the other two I had over the summer. Adrian and I lost touch after we had a fullblown argument around August. He went and found himself a girl. We still talk every now and then but it's definitely not the same. I hate my apartment, Fran and I don't get along like we used to anymore. I'm ready to move out of this one. August needs to hurry up! Ernest and I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; break up around June/July-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda shitty on my part. I think I was just sick of the bullshit he was putting me through, I had nothing left to say to him. After he fucked up that one last time, I couldn't do it anymore. I gave him no reason, I just ended it. It's possibility the worst pain I've ever put someone through, but I just had nothing left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still doing just me, meaning I'm single. I've had ONE guy in my life since Ernest. It's long distance and right now, we're doing the friends thing. The friend zone bullshit. I care for him and there are still feelings present but our relationship has been so rocky, it's ridiculous. With him though, I have that sense of security. He doesn't want to hurt me. He's real. I absolutely adore him. Most of the time, he doesn't even realize it. He brings out the best and worse in me. We'll get our shit together. Right now, all I want for him is to get better. He's been in the hospital for weeks because of kidney problems. He waited until after finals to tell me the kidney he's got left is failing. It was so I wouldn't worry. His intentions were great, but come on now. I worry like a motherfucker anyway. He's always being bothered and he's always not feeling good. It breaks my heart to see the only person I care about going through this. The worst part? I can't be there with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll get on more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still on Tumblr though.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mochafrap.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://mochafrap.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,&lt;br /&gt;Ju-ju Bean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-8997182676967339241?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/8997182676967339241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=8997182676967339241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/8997182676967339241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/8997182676967339241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-really-need-to-start-updating-more.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-3288179354774165021</id><published>2009-09-05T12:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T12:36:05.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Commitment.</title><content type='html'>For the longest time I've ran at the thought of commitment. It has been two years since I gave my heart to someone without holding anything back. This past summer I was in the MOST confusing predicament I've ever been in and as much as it hurt me &amp;amp; the people involved, I had to let it go. Lately, I've been wanting &amp;amp; needing, almost desperate, for someone to be there. I was talking to one of my co-workers and being as stubborn as I am, I wasn't trying to listen to anything he was saying. He asked me if I had someone and I told him, "Yes." He told me, I needed to start thinking about settling down because I'm the type of person who needs someone there. I told him I was too young, I have my life ahead of me, blah blah. But he didn't say anything about marriage. He just told me I needed a stable relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this guy. In a short time, he's managed to put up with the attitude most people don't see until later on. He makes it a point to make me laugh on a regular basis. What started as a hi/hello conversation has turned into feelings developing rapidly. He's real. He lets me know what he wants and how he feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in a long time, I know what I want. Yes, it's been confusing, but he gives me this sense of security, that I know he won't hurt me. He's slowly taking hold of my heart and I'm more than willing to hand it over and give it to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorry for the absence. I've been on Tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mochafrap.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://mochafrap.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ju.ju Bean&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6015296345384894841-3288179354774165021?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/3288179354774165021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=3288179354774165021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/3288179354774165021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/3288179354774165021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-longest-time-ive-ran-at-thought-of.html' title='Commitment.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-4848310614038357518</id><published>2009-07-02T01:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T01:22:26.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been awhile.</title><content type='html'>I have been so extremely busy with work. I finally got started with my 2nd job and it's been going GREAT. =) I got my first check last week and it was oh so nice. I think it's finally taking a toll on my body though, maybe it's because I haven't been able to sleep in. Idk. I've been working straight since Monday though and won't be off again until Monday &amp;amp; Tuesday. I'm being VERY GREEDY bc I don't wanna take Tuesday off. It's like I can't be happy with what I've got now, I gotta have more.  There's only so much time in 2 weeks (Pay period) though so I can't work extra at either job.. BUT with all this going on, I still havent started my 3rd job. -_-' Idk how I'm gonna do this. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://14.media.tumblr.com/reBlIiNQNpeif9erxrgzPTj5o1_400.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh &amp;amp; meet Zeus. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;I bought him for my Dad. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In 27 days, I will be moving into my new townhouse. =D I can't waitttttt!&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering... My lovelife is still the same. Lls. Not getting into that right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. That's about it.. I'm not gonna get into depth with this post. I will later though, I promise. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're on tumblr, hawler at me : &lt;a href="http://mochafrap.tumblr.com"&gt;http://mochafrap.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;,&lt;br /&gt;Ju.ju Bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/6015296345384894841-4848310614038357518?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/4848310614038357518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=4848310614038357518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/4848310614038357518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/4848310614038357518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-awhile.html' title='Its been awhile.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-5468221436928245092</id><published>2009-06-20T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:23:30.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"You never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have."&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/6015296345384894841-5468221436928245092?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/5468221436928245092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=5468221436928245092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/5468221436928245092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/5468221436928245092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-never-know-how-strong-you-are-until.html' title='&amp;hearts;'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-1058554154538999232</id><published>2009-06-16T00:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T01:50:56.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Zodiac sign.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ARIES = APRIL 19 - MAY 13&lt;br /&gt;TAURUS = MAY 14 - JUNE 19&lt;br /&gt;GEMINI = JUNE 20 - JULY 20&lt;br /&gt;CANCER = JULY 21 - AUG 9&lt;br /&gt;LEO = AUGUST 10 - SEPTEMBER 15&lt;br /&gt;VIRGO = SEPTEMBER 16 - OCTOBER  30&lt;br /&gt;LIBRA = OCTOBER 31 - NOVEMBER  22&lt;br /&gt;SCORPIO = NOVEMBER 23 - NOVEMBER  29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*OPHIUCHUS = NOVEMBER 30 - DECEMBER 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAGITTARIUS = DECEMBER 18 - JANUARY 18&lt;br /&gt;CAPRICORN = JANUARY 19 - FEBRUARY 15&lt;br /&gt;AQUARIUS = FEBRUARY 16 - MARCH 11&lt;br /&gt;PISCES = MARCH 12 - APRIL 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start --&gt;&lt;p&gt; The 13th sign of the zodiac, unlike the other 12 signs is actually associated with a real person. In the 27th Century BCE in Ancient Egypt lived a man known as Imhotep. Imhotep was known as ‘Aesclepius’ by the Ancient Greeks, however the attributes are the same under either name.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One of Imhoteps abilities was healing and it is said that it was he who introduced it to mankind. His accomplishments also included a wide knowledge of medicine. The serpent or snake symbol which is still used today to symbolize the medical profession was also used to represent Imhotep. Below is a list of attributes associated with the Serpent Holder, Imhotep i.e Aesclepius. The descriptions below are associated with the 13th sign - Ophiuchus.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Many people are envious of this subject as he progresses well throughout life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A seeker of wisdom and knowledge&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Many people are jealous of this person&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tends to go for the more flamboyant in dress sense, favouring bright colours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Authority looks upon him well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Would make a great architect or builder.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Number 12 is this persons lucky number.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This person will have a big family but leave home at an early age.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;THOUGHTS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*EDIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the hype but after looking it up a little bit more, I found that Ophiuchus is a sidereal sign, it has ALWAYS been a sign but is only considered by sidereal astrologers.&lt;br /&gt;Idk. Google it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-1058554154538999232?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/1058554154538999232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=1058554154538999232' title='94 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/1058554154538999232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/1058554154538999232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-zodiac-sign.html' title='New Zodiac sign.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>94</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-3896930013598541983</id><published>2009-06-14T16:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:26:18.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good to go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is sooo good to me right now.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For the first time in a LONG time I feel like my life is going right. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINALLY &lt;/span&gt;got started at my second job and waiting for my third to call me. I worked ALL week and happy about it. My family's doing great. My Dad and I are finally talking again. I said "Fuck you, Pride" one day and dialed his number. So much weight was lifted off my shoulders. My whole love life situation is going great. I decided to finally let the dumb shit go and now I don't give a damn. I'm doing me. I know it's cliche but that's how it is. &lt;/span&gt;I'm not letting a man hold me back. So, he's either with it or he's not. Either way, I'm moving forward. I'm too young to be caught up in bullshit like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. That's it for now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly yours,&lt;br /&gt;Juju Bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/6015296345384894841-3896930013598541983?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/3896930013598541983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=3896930013598541983' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/3896930013598541983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/3896930013598541983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-to-go.html' title='Good to go.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-2914415575050482411</id><published>2009-06-08T21:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:00:13.851-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ex diary.</title><content type='html'>My ex hit me up crying with some bad news today. It's a little too personal for me to mention what it is. Whatever we went through, he was always the strong one, I've never heard/seen him cry and it still breaks my heart to hear him go through something like this. He asked me to come up to Atlanta and come get him so he can come home. If I weren't working, I definitely would. He's one of those that no matter what happens, he'll still hold your heart type of ex. I just need him to be safe. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-2914415575050482411?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/2914415575050482411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=2914415575050482411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/2914415575050482411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/2914415575050482411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/06/ex-diary.html' title='Ex diary.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-2025855673749930097</id><published>2009-06-07T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:24:17.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For those born in 1989</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I found this to be so accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.chinesezodiac.com/snake.php#personality"&gt;Personality&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;Occupying the 6th position in the Chinese Zodiac, the Snake symbolizes such character traits as intelligence, gracefulness and materialism. When it comes to decision-making, Snakes are extremely analytical and as a result, they don’t jump into situations. They are effective at getting the things they want, even if it means they have to scheme and plot along the way. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Snakes are very materialistic creatures, preferring to surround themselves with the finest that life has to offer. This is especially evident in the home, where luxurious furnishings and surroundings help Snakes seek the peace they need in order to thrive. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.chinesezodiac.com/snake.php#health"&gt;Health&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;Snakes prefer living a life of calmness, preferring quietness over noise and a manageable workload rather than a schedule that’s overly-booked. Snakes become easily stressed when their lives aren’t peaceful or in order. Too much of this way of life can shorten a snake’s life!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.chinesezodiac.com/snake.php#career"&gt;Career&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;Snakes do work very hard, but they have a tendency to be job-hoppers as they become easily bored. Their somewhat laid-back attitude causes them to be mistakenly categorized as slackers, but nothing could be further from the truth! Snakes are very creative and extremely diligent. They’re excellent problem-solvers and thrive under tight deadlines. Good career choices for Snakes include: scientist, analyst, investigator, painter, potter, jeweler, astrologer, magician, dietician, and sociologist. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.chinesezodiac.com/snake.php#relationships"&gt;Relationships&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;Snakes are excellent seducers so they never have trouble attracting others. However, they’ll be the ones to decide when a relationship has potential and when it does not. Once they’ve chosen a partner, a Snake’s insecure side will begin to show through. Snakes guards their chosen partners much like a prized possessions, becoming jealous and even obsessive. Snakes prefer to keep their feelings to themselves. It’s important to never betray a Snake’s trust as a betrayed snake will make it a goal to get even some day!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Earth Snakes – Years 1929 and 1989 &lt;p&gt;Earth Snakes always seem to be calm and content. They’re friendly and approachable and believe that they’ll reap great rewards by working hard and relying on common sense.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-2025855673749930097?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/2025855673749930097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=2025855673749930097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/2025855673749930097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/2025855673749930097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-those-born-in-1989.html' title='For those born in 1989'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-6808866762531232978</id><published>2009-06-03T18:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T18:13:45.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HK !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone knows I'm a Hello Kitty head, hence the tattoo on the lower left leg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/121/l_4dd43f0d46c9aefae54d7ca585dfc8c6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I want these done next time I have time to get pampered. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/Sib1aQBd0YI/AAAAAAAAAMg/_pa4i1SCQQw/s1600-h/diXOCye4Mnf1d93z3A4hC6lMo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/Sib1aQBd0YI/AAAAAAAAAMg/_pa4i1SCQQw/s320/diXOCye4Mnf1d93z3A4hC6lMo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343227839248191874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a typical Asian girl when it comes to HK. =) So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-6808866762531232978?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/6808866762531232978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=6808866762531232978' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/6808866762531232978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/6808866762531232978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/06/hk.html' title='HK !'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/Sib1aQBd0YI/AAAAAAAAAMg/_pa4i1SCQQw/s72-c/diXOCye4Mnf1d93z3A4hC6lMo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-4919950587918669030</id><published>2009-06-02T21:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:55:07.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My horoscope does it again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n178/nmi_2006/p5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pisces: Just being crazy about someone isn't enough to make things work. It takes effort from both of you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My horoscopes have a habit of being right all the time and this time is no different. Two posts ago, I was of course, bitchin about my relationship[s]. But after that day, I thought it over and I'm pretty much leavin it all in his hands right now. At the end of the day, I'm gonna continue doin me, with him or not. It doesn't hurt that I am about to start (HOPEFULLY) working a lot. I know the next week will be a handful. I need to get my money right within the next month or two or I will be living in an empty house. Lol. But my dad and I are pretty much on good terms so maybe he'll drop some money on me. =) I need to go shopping too. Sheesh. I got so much to do before 8/24 [first day of fall semester]. I even considered taking a break, but I'm gonna take the classes towards the LPN program so they'll help me get in. I gotta get my community service hours in too. I need 100 hours before March 1st. Gotta get on my grind. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm trying tumblr btw. I wanna see whats better. Drop yours here if you got one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mochafrap.tumblr.com"&gt;http://mochafrap.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/6015296345384894841-4919950587918669030?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/4919950587918669030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=4919950587918669030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/4919950587918669030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/4919950587918669030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-horoscope-does-it-again.html' title='My horoscope does it again!'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-115642427849606151</id><published>2009-06-01T21:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:55:51.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Footprints.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb41/kissmet_2007/footprints.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;“Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some moves our souls to dance.They awaken us to new understanding with the passing whisper of their wisdom. Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon. They stay in our lives for awhile, leave footprints on our hearts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;and we are never, ever the same.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite quotes ever. I've learned to not expect people to stay in my life forever and I'm okay with that. There are a couple who you will grow old with, grow UP with, cry with, whatever, but to expect everyone to do that? I've learned to expect other things from more people. That way, I don't get hurt anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/6015296345384894841-115642427849606151?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/115642427849606151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=115642427849606151' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/115642427849606151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/115642427849606151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/06/footprints.html' title='Footprints.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-6890624207345122230</id><published>2009-05-31T15:09:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:15:44.488-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconsistency</title><content type='html'>I have a friend that I met on Mother's Day wkend. Since then, he was calling/texting on the DAILY to try and hang. Finally, on Wednesday night, I was like, "Come over and watch the game with me." So we had a great time, great connection, laughed alllll night, I was feelin his personality, his looks, and whatever, and I couldn't wait to hang out again. Well, the next two days, I receive no texts, no phone calls. I was like, wth is going on? Friday night, I finally hear from him and he said he couldnt wait till I came back in town so we can chill again. Wth? I don't hear from you and all of a sudden you wanna chill again? Anyway. I get back to town Saturday night and I hit him up, he knocked on the door and I was a little confused. He shaved all his facial hair off. I usually would've like that, but I liked his facial hair. =( The connection we DID have was not there. I just felt like it was a different guy in there with me. He was talking about different things, the cockiness and the "swag" that was there before, I couldn't find at all. There were some other things that turned me off about him but I won't go into detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Ernest. I won't even BEGIN to describe his inconsistency. My God, I could go on forever. And Adrian, I never know what the hell he wants. One day he wants 'us', another day, I get the vibe he doesnt. I'm so confused!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it in men's genes to be so inconsistent like that? They're worse than women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, the Magics killed Cavs last night. Lebron was SO off, what was going on? And then his cry baby ass didn't wanna shake hands after the game?! Seriously? How much bitchassness[/no diddy] can you provide the people that already dislike you? He needs to man up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 429px; height: 322px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs003.snc1/4400_81466877918_503087918_1981799_4394354_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EDIT&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z268/babydc_/kristincavallari.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my "The Hills" heads. She's baaaaaaaaccckkk. Kristin Cavallari is back and she's bitchier and hotter than ever. Lauren had a lot of drama come her way but this girl brings that shit to the damn table! I'll miss Lauren but I think Kristin will do a good job as the new IT GIRL of the Hills. =) I'm stoked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-6890624207345122230?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/6890624207345122230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=6890624207345122230' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/6890624207345122230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/6890624207345122230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/05/inconsistency.html' title='Inconsistency'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-3602231592994497549</id><published>2009-05-27T00:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:23:05.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Twitter Story</title><content type='html'>Found this at www.pausepolice.com ; lmfao. Its hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Darnell Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Twitter epidemic has reached an all new high, even Oprah has jumped on the bandwagon. Recently, Diddy made an appearance on Larry King Live to discuss Twitter. He even went so far as to say that Twitter “calls” him when asked if it was addicting. Apparently, he said he has a “Twitter DNA” which is inspiration. Whatever happened to Diddy’s “I’m hungry, go walk to Brooklyn and get me some cheesecake” DNA? Is he really positive or has twitter taking taken over our favorite Ciroc Star?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room is dark, the moans of two people having sex can be heard. Suddenly the moans stop. Then the lights are turned on. The two individuals are Diddy and Kim Porter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Porter&lt;br /&gt;Are you serious? Are you really texting during sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diddy&lt;br /&gt;I’m not texting, I’m spreading positivity through twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Porter&lt;br /&gt;Can you spread positivity when I ‘m not spreading my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Porter snatches the phone from Diddy and reads the screen. It reads:&lt;br /&gt;iamdiddy: Just started love making, I’M LOCKED IN. LET”S GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diddy&lt;br /&gt;Twit that, twit that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Porter&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with you? Get off of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Porter rolls out from under Diddy and walks out the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diddy&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I don’t need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diddy picks up his blackberry and begins to twit again: @cassieventura where are you ? I’M IN THE ZONE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diddy walks into Cassie’s studio session, Cassie’s side is towards the door. Diddy walks towards Cassie to hug and greet her, he’s startled as she turns his direction and he sees her half shaved hair do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diddy&lt;br /&gt;Oh, shit what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassie&lt;br /&gt;What? My hair? You don’t like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diddy then pulls out his blackberry and begins twittering. Everyone lets pray for @casssieventura this bitch is crazy. She needs as much prayers as she can get lets support and pray for her people. LETS GO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassie checks her twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassie&lt;br /&gt;Why would you twit that ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diddy continues twitting. @cassieventura maybe you should get a weave? What you think people? should @cassieventura get a weave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassie&lt;br /&gt;Why are you twitting, I’m standing directly next to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diddy continues twitting. RT@cheridennis yeah @cassieventura needs to weave it up. The half caesar is not a good look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassie checks her twitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassie&lt;br /&gt;Tell her to put an album out first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diddy continues twitting. @cassieventura, @cheridennis put out an album Feb. 08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassie&lt;br /&gt;Well, tell her go somewhere then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diddy continues twitting. My twitter family is going crazy right now, lets keep the POSITIVITY GOING. RT @dawnrichard tell @cassieventura just shave the whole thing. Half and half isn’t cool. Her head looks bisexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassie&lt;br /&gt;Tell Dawn, her boyfriend is bisexual. Go get him some cleanex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diddy continues twitting. @que_Day26 @robert_Day26 willie_Day26 @mike_Day26@brian_Day26. NO BITCHASSNESS!!!! especially @que_Day26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diddy receives a twit. @que_Day26@iamdiddy tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassie&lt;br /&gt;If he can cry on twitter I can wear my hair however I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diddy continues twitting. @cassieventura no you can’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassie&lt;br /&gt;Yes I can and can you please twittering while I’m standing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diddy continues twitting. @cassieventura I thought I told you that we won’t stop! I thought I told you that we won’t stop! Twit that Twit that. Who want’s their PTWITTY TV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassie&lt;br /&gt;Are you serious, PTwitty TV ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diddy continues twitting. PTWITTY TV GOING LIVE IN 15 MINS!!! LETS GO !!!! @cassieventura you and the bisexual hair have just been dropped. KEEP THE PRAYERS COMING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassie&lt;br /&gt;Did you just drop me via Twitter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diddy continues twitting. @harvepierre please come get @cassieventura and remove her from the premises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harve Pierre walks into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harve Pierre&lt;br /&gt;Diddy what’s up ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diddy continues twitting. @harvepierre get her out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harve Pierre&lt;br /&gt;What Diddy says goes. Let’s go Cas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harve Pierre grabs Cassie by the arm. She’s reluctantly escorted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diddy continues twitting. @cassieventura ITS BAD BOY BITCH. I”M LOCKED IN !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While downstairs after escorting Cassie out, Harve Pierre makes a phone call to Kim Porter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harve Pierre&lt;br /&gt;Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Porter&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what’s up ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harve Pierre&lt;br /&gt;Diddy is bugging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Porter&lt;br /&gt;Twitter ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harve Pierre&lt;br /&gt;How’d you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Porter&lt;br /&gt;He barely talks now, all he does is tweet or twit, whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harve Pierre&lt;br /&gt;I think it’s time to call the pastor in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About three hours have passed, Harve Pierre and Kim Porter enter the studio, which Diddy is in. He just finished an episode of PTwitty TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harve Pierre&lt;br /&gt;Diddy, we need to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diddy begins to twitter. @harvepierre what’s up? I’M LOCKED IN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Porter&lt;br /&gt;Bring him in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Mase enters the studio and for some reason he is wearing the shiny suit from the “Mo Money Mo Problems” video. He walks up to Diddy and places his hand on Diddy’s forehead and begins to preach in his trademark slow sounding voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Mase&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, Please deliver this man from the demons of technology, set him free. We all know the more tweets we come over….the more problems we see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diddy doesn’t even notice what is happening and begins to twitter. @diddysbabymoms and @harvepierre have brought @pastormase back to Bad Boy. LETS GO !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Mase&lt;br /&gt;Please Lord don’t let the devil push Mr.Combs, he’s close to the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diddy continues twittering. I know @harvepierre stole my wave grease, how else could his lips be so shiny? Why is @pastormase touching my head? I NEED ENERGY PEOPLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Mase’s cell phone rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim Jones (via cell phone)&lt;br /&gt;Is that you BETHA? IS THAT YOU BETHA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Mase hangs up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Mase&lt;br /&gt;It was good seeing everybody, but its time to go. The Lord is calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Mase leaves the studio, extremely fast, in fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Porter&lt;br /&gt;Told you Harve, we should have called Run instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diddy receives a twit. @Pausepolice PAUSE!!!! a warrant has been issued for @iamdiddy DEAD OR ALIVE. Referring to one mans lips and your head in the same tweet is punishable by the death penalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diddy finally begins to speak again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diddy&lt;br /&gt;Who the fuck are the Pause Police? And why do they think they can Pause me? You can’t pause me. I can’t stop, I won’t stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harve Pierre&lt;br /&gt;A pause is when you say something that can be viewed as homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diddy&lt;br /&gt;But Diddy isn’t homosexual. Kim is Diddy homosexual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Porter&lt;br /&gt;Not many straight men speak in third person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diddy&lt;br /&gt;Diddy is not homo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harve Pierre&lt;br /&gt;Do you like fish dicks in your mouth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diddy&lt;br /&gt;No, I don’t like fish dicks in my mouth, I’m not a gay fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harve Pierre&lt;br /&gt;You saw that shit too? That shit was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diddy&lt;br /&gt;I got something for the Pause Police. I’m going to fix their ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Porter &amp;amp; Harve Pierre&lt;br /&gt;PAUSE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diddy&lt;br /&gt;Both of you get the fuck out.&lt;br /&gt;Next Day Diddy is on Larry King Live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry King&lt;br /&gt;So how did you come up with the idea, for the Positivity Police?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diddy&lt;br /&gt;Well there’s a lot of negativity going on in the twitter and we need some kind of Police. So I’d figured I’d be the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry King&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for coming to the show and spreading positivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show ends and Diddy checks his twitter via blackberry.Diddy receives a twit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Pausepolice @iamdiddy your a thief. You and your @positivitypolice . I’m going to get Shyne to fuck your ass up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diddy sends a Direct Message to the @Pausepolice. It reads one word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“PAUSE”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-3602231592994497549?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/3602231592994497549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=3602231592994497549' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/3602231592994497549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/3602231592994497549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/05/twitter-story.html' title='A Twitter Story'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-1405715138997794906</id><published>2009-05-26T17:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:43:53.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Spectacular.. lmao lmao.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDMzNzI5MTcyNTcmcHQ9MTI*MzM3MjkxOTU5MSZwPTE5ODY4MSZkPTF2OW*zem1sMWcmZz*yJnQ9Jm89NTU*ZmI1YWI5MGI5NDg4OWJhNTllM2UzOTZjNjhkODImb2Y9MA==.gif" /&gt;&lt;object name="kaltura_player_1243372910" id="kaltura_player_1243372910" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="always" allowNetworking="all" allowFullScreen="true" height="350" width="425" data="http://www.kaltura.com/index.php/kwidget/wid/kz7qidm00g/uiconf_id/66102"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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This white boy is growing on me, nappy headed hos comment and all. I gotta get the damn album.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-786645340523301174?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/786645340523301174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=786645340523301174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/786645340523301174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/786645340523301174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/05/boom-boom-pow.html' title='Boom Boom POW!'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-7915321310665489478</id><published>2009-05-22T23:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T00:26:02.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's good. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/Shd2hjvITiI/AAAAAAAAALU/qTvGrpYkSBg/s1600-h/juju3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338866202171690530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/Shd2hjvITiI/AAAAAAAAALU/qTvGrpYkSBg/s400/juju3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My fave pic that was taken last night. I was drunk as hell. Lol. I look like a clueless chick. =T It's now my Twitter pic too. Lol. Anyway, I got drunk with my partner in crime and ended up somehow in the damn closet, having deep ass conversations about how we let drama get in between us for the longest time, got lei'd in wal-mart, went to Krispy Kreme, which is clear across town, almost got pierced but chickened out, and did some other shit. Yeah the hangover was a bitch. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs089.snc1/4631_1158211520124_1372839749_30418452_4925520_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 489px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs089.snc1/4631_1158211520124_1372839749_30418452_4925520_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture bc it shows EXACTLY how we are. Constantly laughing. I think she fell right here. Thats my ace, my partner in crime, my Twin, my SLink-fuckn-D from way back in the 6th grade. We got some good shots. For the rest of em, check Facebook. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway. It's the weekend again and we all know what I do on weekends. Work my ass off. I gotta get up at 6:20. Lol. I'll get 6 hrs of sleep. Anyway. Today, I heard from the 2nd job and I have orientation within the next couple of weeks. I have to break it up since I am working at the first one. AND THEN, someone else called me for a home care type of job, I have an interview next Tuesday. =D Yayyyyyyyyy. So HOPEFULLY, I'll have three jobs this summer ! I'm stoked. Stackin my money and I didnt even have to be out in the streets. Not like I ever have before, but you know what I'm saying. =) I spoke to my Dad the other day after 2 months of no communication, nothing too dramatic, just a hi and hello, how are you type thing. Lifted a lot off my shoulders even if it was just small talk though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As for my love life, Adrian's there. Nothing else to say. Nobody else worth mentioning. Yep. I moved on from that. =) I think I'll just stick to what Adrian and I do have. It's better off that way anyway. I just don't have the relationship mentality anymore. A man ruined that for me a LONG ASS TIME ago. I'll move on from it one day. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WEll I'm off to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;♥,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ju.ju Bean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-7915321310665489478?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/7915321310665489478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=7915321310665489478' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/7915321310665489478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/7915321310665489478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/05/lifes-good.html' title='Life&apos;s good. =)'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/Shd2hjvITiI/AAAAAAAAALU/qTvGrpYkSBg/s72-c/juju3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-3709052564682603544</id><published>2009-05-16T16:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:23:07.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna lose my mind!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LiTERALLY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting at work today, waiting to clock out, to my left was a resident that doesn't remember how to speak English, and was constantly asking me, "Donde eres el nino?". To my right was a black man that insisted on getting up out of his wheelchair every few minutes. In front of me, two ladies laughing and carrying on about their "babies" which happened to be babydolls and one happened to be the "El nino" the one to the left of me was talkin about. The next moment these two were arguing and fussing about their babies.. That all of a sudden were switched out. =T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the wonderful world of the 3rd floor. The Alzheimer's Unit. The floor nobody wants to work at. The floor where I get pinched, been slapped, swung at, chased down the damn hall, etc., etc. So as I was sitting there, I was thinking, hoping, wishing and praying God will have mercy on me and never EVER let me get to this point. My kids better not EVER put me in a nursing home. Adrian told me he and I are going to share a room at a nursing home. Lol. He's out of his mind. I have these residents, a couple, from Puerto Rico, the woman is constantly talking to me in Spanish. I'm like, "ENGLISH, MAMA ! ENGLISH!" Loll. And once I walk out the room, I turn around and see Papa after me with this stern ass look on his face. I ask him, "Que pasa?" He talkin about, "HER ! She gets on my nerves!" Lollll. I love my residents but I definitely don't ever want to be in their situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Protect those brains kids. =) Keep 'em active. Read, crosswords and even SOME video games will do it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;,&lt;br /&gt;Ju.ju Bean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-3709052564682603544?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/3709052564682603544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=3709052564682603544' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/3709052564682603544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/3709052564682603544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-wanna-lose-my-mind.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna lose my mind!'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-4994903040873836816</id><published>2009-05-13T12:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T12:27:17.025-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy ass horoscopes !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pisces:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Judy Anne, You may be disappointed when a romantic attraction does not go your way, but it may prove to be a blessing in disguise. You may not get the attention from the one you wanted at first, but that will leave room for someone or something much better to come into your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Perfect !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-4994903040873836816?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/4994903040873836816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=4994903040873836816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/4994903040873836816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/4994903040873836816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/05/crazy-ass-horoscopes.html' title='Crazy ass horoscopes !'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-5093998564589192639</id><published>2009-05-12T10:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T11:13:47.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You must not know bout me.</title><content type='html'>After the last straw with Ernest, I decided to just let it go. I promised him I wouldn't ever leave him because of his lifestyle and I'm keeping that promise. We've talked about it over and over and it's the little things he's always forgetting. I'm not hard to please. I don't ask for shit. I don't question you. Nothing. I've never asked him for much. NEVER. When I needed money, I never asked him. When I was sick, HE volunteered to come and take care of me. I never asked him to leave the streets bc I know he wants to chase money. Anyway. Maybe its done forever, maybe just for now, but right now even if Adrian is so far away, I know he's got love for me no matter what. We spent the whole night DYING laughing bc of the piercing I photoshopped on him (Previous post). Ahhh I cant wait till he comes down =) . I already know we gon fight daily. Lol. I told him to come help me clean last night and I'd cook him din din. He told me to come "get him". When I asked him if he was gonna pay for gas he asked me was he gon get some ass. Lmao. Typical man. Can't be happy with just dinner, he wants nookie too. But he know he can get all the cutty he wants. Lmfao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. Ernest better recognize. Just because he doesn't see me out doesnt mean I didn't have someone else. Whatever you don't do, someone else will. And even with Adrian so far away, the little things Ernest refused to do, he gladly did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So gentlemen, I'll repeat it again. : &lt;strong&gt;Whatever you don't do, someone else will.&lt;/strong&gt; If you're in a relationship, I suggest you hop on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;,&lt;br /&gt;Ju.ju Bean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-5093998564589192639?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/5093998564589192639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=5093998564589192639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/5093998564589192639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/5093998564589192639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-must-not-know-bout-me.html' title='You must not know bout me.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-5291046696922645840</id><published>2009-05-12T02:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T02:30:34.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Determined.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay. Adrian's coming to visit me sometime this summer and when he does, I'm going to convince him to get his bottom lip pierced. I think that shit is just SO sexy. Lmao. I did a little photoshop thing but didn't come out as I wanted to. Lmao. I showed him and he was like, "NO." He's considering it though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334821048544264242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgkXeoLCADI/AAAAAAAAALM/JVcdHUHC8Zo/s400/ADRIAN22.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lolllllllllllllllll. Lmao lmao. I'm like DYING. He's gonna get it though. HE WILL ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;♥,&lt;br /&gt;Ju.ju Bean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-5291046696922645840?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/5291046696922645840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=5291046696922645840' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/5291046696922645840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/5291046696922645840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/05/determined.html' title='Determined.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgkXeoLCADI/AAAAAAAAALM/JVcdHUHC8Zo/s72-c/ADRIAN22.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-7055319687761119013</id><published>2009-05-11T00:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T01:40:02.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough is ENOUGH.</title><content type='html'>I've pretty much had enough of Ernest's bullshit. Saturday I went to a festival 15 mins out of town. I'm walkin around, I'm like, "That looks just like Ernest's car." Smh. It was. He asked me what I was doin there, same thing you was, playa. He claims I didnt tell him my plans. Wth? Boy, please. Anyway. He stayed on that damn phone. What dude you know stay on the phone with an other man for more than 10 minutes? COME ON. I cooked for him and his brother when I got home, we did our little thing in the back room and that phone rang and rang and rang and rang. Of course, I was distracted and wasnt in the mood anymore. So I walked out. I was pissed. He kept askin me what was wrong. I'm done. Maybe I just need a break. Idk. But for now, I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyyyyy, I'm glad to say ya girl STILL got it. He tried to tie me down but reality clocked in right before I gave in. I walked around that damn festival like I was in a candy shop. YUMM. I got a couple of numbers and gave mine out once (This was after Ernest pissed me off btw.) He called but I been ignoring it since then. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh anywayy. My coworker and I are gettin on this workout plan. Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. For now anyway. Then every Wednesday, we're taking Salsa classes. =) I'm excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all folks.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;Ju.ju bean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-7055319687761119013?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/7055319687761119013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=7055319687761119013' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/7055319687761119013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/7055319687761119013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/05/enough-is-enough.html' title='Enough is ENOUGH.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-5818008715623016763</id><published>2009-05-07T13:11:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T14:05:21.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DizZyana.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgMaAFznO6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/Hm7lWbAYbiw/s1600-h/dizzy.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333134972597779362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgMaAFznO6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/Hm7lWbAYbiw/s400/dizzy.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?m1mnojhzohd" target="_blank" __removedlink__981510840__href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?m1mnojhzohd"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?m1mnojhzohd&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"It's DizZyana Babyyyyy" &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been asked MANY times to listen to mixtapes and review them. To tell you the truth, if the first 10 seconds don't catch my attention, I close it. But something about this man's voice on the INTRO just &lt;strong&gt;captured&lt;/strong&gt; me. Another thing is his confidence is definitely heard through his songs. I don't listen to too many rap shit because most rapper these days are just ringtone rappers, but this mixtape is definitely staying in my iTunes. I'm not just sayin that shit either, I actually listened to the songs twice , some more, before I started this review. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faves (I like them all, these are the ones that stand out) :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intro&lt;br /&gt;Pussy, Money, Weed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Runnin *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plenty Money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rehab&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diva &lt;/strong&gt;(Maddd catchy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel like I can relate to &lt;strong&gt;Runnin&lt;/strong&gt; a little bit more than the rest. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;"My biggest fear is being a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So any sign of failing and my mind goes rebellious."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"No matter what happens, I gotta stay me. Gotta stay humble, gotta stay E. I never understood how people could just change, until I had to do it to remain the same. I used to care what people think until I realized it didn't matter. So,so fuck them, they dont matter. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Another song, &lt;strong&gt;Diva&lt;/strong&gt;, shit is mad catchy. If I quoted it, I'd have to quote the whole song. &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"So she call me her Papi, she be stuntin like her daddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;That d-o-u-g-i-e and that mula keep her happy." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Juju : whats ur government?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dizzy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : Eric&lt;br /&gt;Juju : hmmm you about what.. 22/23?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dizzy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : 22&lt;br /&gt;Juju : You rap bc of fame &amp;amp; money? or is it a passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dizzy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : Passion behind it.&lt;br /&gt;Juju : Is what you rap about the truth or is it candy coated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dizzy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : All what I rap about is real. I don't like candy coated shit so I stay away from it. &lt;p&gt;So. Ladies and gents. Go download. Its worth it. =) &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?m1mnojhzohd" target="_blank" __removedlink__981510840__href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?m1mnojhzohd"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?m1mnojhzohd&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;♥,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ju.ju Bean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-5818008715623016763?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/5818008715623016763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=5818008715623016763' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/5818008715623016763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/5818008715623016763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/05/dizzyana.html' title='DizZyana.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgMaAFznO6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/Hm7lWbAYbiw/s72-c/dizzy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-7367342672823719182</id><published>2009-05-05T10:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:28:40.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tug-o-War</title><content type='html'>I know most of you are confused about my love life bc I keep jumping between two guys. &lt;strong&gt;Adrian &amp;amp; Ernest.&lt;/strong&gt; To be completely honest, I'm confused. Shit. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here's the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian is basically what I would consider THE ONE for me. Maybe for now, maybe for awhile, maybe forever. We get along SO well, talk about anything, when I talk to him, there are NO weird feelings, I say how and what I feel. He can deal with my mouth &amp;amp; attitude. He has NO kids. He has a future in music. He's hard-working. He's my age. You follow me? The only thing is.. He's in Pittsburgh. I met him through his cousin, my ex. Yes I know. Terrible. But they talked about it, my ex and I still speak to each other and yadda yadda yadda. I mean we have our shit planned out. He's supposed to come down here this summer, we'll see how we get along. Since he got accepted to the music program at his school, I'm supposed to move up there when I finish and we're gonna get two Siberian Huskies named Mya &amp;amp; Jay. Then after awhile, two kids. He wants 4. No thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernest on the other hand.. is complete opposite of Adrian. I mean, don't get me wrong, he loves and I know that, but he's a dope dealer, and is consistently found by some kind of trouble. Since we've been together, (January), he's been in jail 4 or 5 times, one of those times, he went in on my birthday! He has a son. Puts money before ANYTHING. I see him once in awhile, while I'm used to someone being THERE, I appreciate the space, but come on. Idk. Maybe it's the bad boy in him. He plans on taking me one day and just moving somewhere. =/ He panics when I get sick bc he thinks I'm pregnant. I don't want his child, no matter how much I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk. I'm TORN. Adrian has been there since around November. He says if we were closer, it would definitely be easier. When I was drunk off my ass, he stayed on the phone, throwing up in his ear and everything, where was Ernest? Gambling. When I was sick, Ernest was outta town, taking care of money. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk. I guess I'll see how Adrian and I are when he comes and visit. Ya know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-7367342672823719182?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/7367342672823719182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=7367342672823719182' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/7367342672823719182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/7367342672823719182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/05/tug-o-war.html' title='Tug-o-War'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-5352961626459039612</id><published>2009-05-04T19:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:01:00.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My ass has been SO sick. =( Idk what it is, I'm constantly getting these tension headaches that even Aleve hasn't helped. So much drama has also happened in my life. My dad and I of course haven't gotten along. He took my car Saturday night, Idk how he expected me to get to and from work, but whatever. He returned the keys on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernest and I are doing fine. I still need a job. I had a job interview at Lady Footlocker today, I'm prayingggg I get, but there were a lot of applicants so Idk. =/ I really don't wanna go back to fulltime at this nursing home, but it looks like I just might have to. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sorry for the short post, but my head is hurting. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-5352961626459039612?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/5352961626459039612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=5352961626459039612' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/5352961626459039612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/5352961626459039612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/05/update.html' title='update.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-407627401190425546</id><published>2009-05-02T00:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T00:23:47.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Schoooolll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sooo my roommate has been telling me about this massage school she wants to go to.. I havent been paying attention bc I'm so set on nursing school. Then I sit her down and ask her about it and I kinda wanna do it. I'm not sure how much it's going to be though. I just know even with how the economy is, the pay rate hasn't gone down bc these rich muthafuckas still got money. The school is six months long, while on the other hand, I'm still taking pre-reqs for the nursing program. =/ Also, with this six month program, I can make it up to Pittsburgh quicker. There's always gonna be money in massage therapy especially down south. I wish I could make a career out of talking about sex. Lol. I'd make it out there. Bc that is something I will ALWAYS be interested in! =X Anyway. I gotta talk to the parentals tomorrow so I can see how this is gonna go, I know I'm gonna need their money! I'm still gonna go back to nursing, no doubt, I just need to make money, NOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Advice. Please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/bet4ky.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;New sex blog. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;clickkyy here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/6015296345384894841-407627401190425546?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/407627401190425546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=407627401190425546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/407627401190425546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/407627401190425546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/05/schoooolll.html' title='Schoooolll'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/bet4ky_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-8161180098911280884</id><published>2009-04-30T18:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:59:12.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I slurp, I spit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/bet4ky.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New sex blog. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://islurpispit.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://islurpispit.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to know a freakier side of your dearest Ju.ju Bean. =] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-8161180098911280884?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/8161180098911280884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=8161180098911280884' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/8161180098911280884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/8161180098911280884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-slurp-i-spit.html' title='I slurp, I spit.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/bet4ky_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-8098328143142125414</id><published>2009-04-27T21:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:12:26.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; I'm back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/107/l_ecd14dcfd8594680953467923d4dd5d2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 452px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 602px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/107/l_ecd14dcfd8594680953467923d4dd5d2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;At the beach ! ;] My eyes look fierce!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back. :] I went on a little hiatus but ya girl's back. I've been doing a lot of nothing. I worked all weekend. Saturday, we went to the Crab Fest in Williston, Fl. Dudes EVERYWHERE. What?! Ernest is lucky as hell I love him &amp;amp; that I'm being faithful, cuz it sure was HARD. Lmao. Then we went out that night. My ass was exhausted. Got home late woke up around 6:30 and was at work from 7a-3p. I passed OUT when I got home. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;xxjulienne7 (9:55:25 PM): hey&lt;br /&gt;judyanne05 (9:55:32 PM): WHAT??!&lt;br /&gt;xxjulienne7 (9:55:35 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;xxjulienne7 (9:55:35 PM): omgsh&lt;br /&gt;xxjulienne7 (9:55:39 PM): i was just saying hey&lt;br /&gt;judyanne05 (9:55:41 PM): LOL&lt;br /&gt;judyanne05 (9:55:42 PM): im jk&lt;br /&gt;xxjulienne7 (9:55:45 PM): ohh&lt;br /&gt;xxjulienne7 (9:55:46 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmfao. I love my sister. She's so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. So.. Adrian's planning on having me move up there to Pittsburgh within a year or two. Ernest says as soon as he gets the money, we're getting out of here. Lol. Alvin [the dude I talked to right b4 Ernest] wants to come back in my life. =X Ugh. I hate my love life. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'm watching George Lopez. =X G'night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;,&lt;br /&gt;Ju.ju Bean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-8098328143142125414?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/8098328143142125414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=8098328143142125414' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/8098328143142125414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/8098328143142125414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-back.html' title='&amp; I&apos;m back.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-6091339362217537524</id><published>2009-04-22T02:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T02:46:35.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>I'm sittin here.. on the phone wit Adrian. I hate him. Well, no, I don't but right now, he's gettin on my nerves. He's so mean. Always talkin shit. Antyways. I really have no update, except for my pictures. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/Se69AUl83UI/AAAAAAAAAKI/sfe9Yyy2Prg/s1600-h/l_c526235e9d204244a1c622e5f86f64d0.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327403222451412290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/Se69AUl83UI/AAAAAAAAAKI/sfe9Yyy2Prg/s200/l_c526235e9d204244a1c622e5f86f64d0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/Se69ABZB3KI/AAAAAAAAAKA/V1oD9NvvZE4/s1600-h/IMG000046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327403217296940194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/Se69ABZB3KI/AAAAAAAAAKA/V1oD9NvvZE4/s200/IMG000046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/Se68yKp-3cI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/tCqm_6egXkU/s1600-h/IMG000043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327402979265797570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/Se68yKp-3cI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/tCqm_6egXkU/s200/IMG000043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/Se68yK4smYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/s29izaODI08/s1600-h/IMG000039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327402979327515010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/Se68yK4smYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/s29izaODI08/s200/IMG000039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/Se68x_JlViI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MM_7qjscyZQ/s1600-h/IMG000041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327402976177116706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/Se68x_JlViI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MM_7qjscyZQ/s200/IMG000041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're on Twitter, you've seen em. Just click to enlarge. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;hearts;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ju.ju Bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/6015296345384894841-6091339362217537524?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/6091339362217537524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=6091339362217537524' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/6091339362217537524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/6091339362217537524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/04/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/Se69AUl83UI/AAAAAAAAAKI/sfe9Yyy2Prg/s72-c/l_c526235e9d204244a1c622e5f86f64d0.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-9111346889931987211</id><published>2009-04-19T19:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:50:54.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of the List.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="374" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/hMyMGcKZYzSQ4qCn"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/hMyMGcKZYzSQ4qCn" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" allowscriptaccess="always" width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I absolutelyyyyy LOVE this song. I'm so happy he made a video for it.&lt;br /&gt;After "Mad" this is my second fave off his album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I don't really have a specific reason why I love it.. I just do. :]&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'll update about my babe later. :]&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;hearts;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ju.ju Bean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-9111346889931987211?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/9111346889931987211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=9111346889931987211' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/9111346889931987211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/9111346889931987211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-of-list.html' title='Part of the List.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-4211993392106438818</id><published>2009-04-16T12:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:21:07.844-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it for me?</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking A LOT lately.. Ernest and I are good terms. We're back together.. So he say.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know if this love/relationship shit is really for me anymore. It was nice when it was good, but I know it's all downhill from there. I think I need a break. From everything. I'm just SO stressed. Finals are coming up and then with this shit with Ernest.. Ugh. I don't wanna tell him how I feel bc I know he's either going to completely back off or be on top of me 24/7 because he feels like that's gonna make up for it, you know? And I don't want either. I think we just need to get away for a couple of days together. I'll see how committed he wants to be in trying to make this work. If he takes a long enough break from making money, then I'll know he really wants to be in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're supposed to be going to the beach on Saturday. My roomie, Ernest and I. but I don't think I want him to come with us. I just want a long enough break from all this mess. School, work and Ernest. Even my family. I turned my mom down when she said she wanted to come. NO! =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Tis all for now. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;,&lt;br /&gt;Ju.ju bean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-4211993392106438818?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/4211993392106438818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=4211993392106438818' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/4211993392106438818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/4211993392106438818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-it-for-me.html' title='Is it for me?'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-4667658961986281766</id><published>2009-04-15T09:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:42:24.915-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyonce &amp; Rihanna.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2zqvR28hprM&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2zqvR28hprM&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Lmao. I LAUGHED.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-4667658961986281766?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/4667658961986281766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=4667658961986281766' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/4667658961986281766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/4667658961986281766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/04/beyonce-rihanna.html' title='Beyonce &amp;amp; Rihanna.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-115132595103037180</id><published>2009-04-14T21:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:14:06.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best I Ever Had.</title><content type='html'>I'm SO stuck on this song [playin in the back.]&lt;br /&gt;It's called "Best I ever had" - Drake.&lt;br /&gt;It relates to my relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby you my everything you all i ever wanted&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;We can do it real big.&lt;br /&gt;Bigger then you ever done it. &lt;br /&gt;You be up on everything.&lt;br /&gt;Other hoes ain't never on it. &lt;br /&gt;I want this forever, i swear i can spend whatever on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause she hold me down everytime i hit her up. &lt;br /&gt;When i get right i promise that we gon live it up.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She make me beg for it till she give it up. &lt;br /&gt;And I say the same thing every single time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say you the fucking best. &lt;br /&gt;You the fucking best. &lt;br /&gt;You the fucking best. &lt;br /&gt;You the fucking best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You the best i ever had. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best I ever had. &lt;br /&gt;Best I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;Best I ever had. &lt;br /&gt;I say you the fucking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know you got a roommate &lt;br /&gt;Call me when its no one there &lt;br /&gt;Put the key under the mat &lt;br /&gt;And you know I'll be over there &lt;br /&gt;(Yup) I'll be over there &lt;br /&gt;Shawty, I'll be over there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be hitting all the spots that u ain't even know was there &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. &lt;strong&gt;And you ain't even have to ask twice &lt;br /&gt;You can have my heart or we can share it like the last slice &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always felt like you was so accustomed to the fast life &lt;br /&gt;Have a nigga thinking that he met you in a past life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweat pants, hair tied, chilling with no make up on &lt;br /&gt;Thats when your the prettiest&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I hope that you don take it wrong &lt;br /&gt;You don't even trip when friends say you ain't bringing Drake along &lt;br /&gt;You know that I'm working I'll be there soon as I make it home&lt;br /&gt;And she a patient in my waiting room &lt;br /&gt;Never pay attention to them rumors and what they assume &lt;br /&gt;And until them girls prove it &lt;br /&gt;I'm the one to Never get confused with Cause. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you my everything you all i ever wanted. &lt;br /&gt;We can do it real big.&lt;br /&gt;Bigger then you ever done it. &lt;br /&gt;You be up on everything.&lt;br /&gt;Other hoes ain't never on it. &lt;br /&gt;I want this forever, i swear i can spend whatever on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause she hold me down everytime i hit her up. &lt;br /&gt;When i get right i promise that we gon live it up. &lt;br /&gt;She make me beg for it till she give it up. &lt;br /&gt;And I say the same thing every single time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say you the fucking best. &lt;br /&gt;You the fucking best. &lt;br /&gt;You the fucking best. &lt;br /&gt;You the fucking best. &lt;br /&gt;You the best i ever had. &lt;br /&gt;Best I ever had. &lt;br /&gt;Best I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;Best I ever had. &lt;br /&gt;I say you the fucking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sex, Love, Pain &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I be on that tank shit &lt;br /&gt;Buzz so big i could probably sell a blank disk &lt;br /&gt;When my album drop &lt;br /&gt;Bitches will buy it for the picture &lt;br /&gt;And niggas will buy it too and claim they got it for they sister &lt;br /&gt;Magazine paper girl &lt;br /&gt;But money ain't the issue &lt;br /&gt;They bring dinner to my room and ask me to initial&lt;br /&gt;She call me the referee &lt;br /&gt;Cause I be so official&lt;br /&gt;My shirt ain't got no stripes but I can make yo pussy whistle &lt;br /&gt;Like the Andy Griffith theme song &lt;br /&gt;And who told you to put them jeans on &lt;br /&gt;double cup love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You the one i lean on &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling for a fix then you should really get yo pheen on &lt;br /&gt;Yea just know my condo is the crack spot &lt;br /&gt;Every single show she out there repping like a mascot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get it from the back &lt;br /&gt;And make yo fucking bra strap pop &lt;br /&gt;All up in yo slot until the nigga hit the jackpots &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you my everything you all i ever wanted. &lt;br /&gt;We can do it real big.&lt;br /&gt;Bigger then you ever done it. &lt;br /&gt;You be up on everything.&lt;br /&gt;Other hoes ain't never on it. &lt;br /&gt;I want this forever, i swear i can spend whatever on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause she hold me down everytime i hit her up. &lt;br /&gt;When i get right i promise that we gon live it up. &lt;br /&gt;She make me beg for it till she give it up. &lt;br /&gt;And I say the same thing every single time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say you the fucking best. &lt;br /&gt;You the fucking best. &lt;br /&gt;You the fucking best. &lt;br /&gt;You the fucking best. &lt;br /&gt;You the best i ever had. &lt;br /&gt;Best I ever had. &lt;br /&gt;Best I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;Best I ever had. &lt;br /&gt;I say you the fucking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-115132595103037180?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/115132595103037180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=115132595103037180' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/115132595103037180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/115132595103037180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-i-ever-had.html' title='Best I Ever Had.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-5891596034653637570</id><published>2009-04-14T11:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:56:24.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on..</title><content type='html'>So I cried my tears yesterday, but to be honest with you, that's all I'm giving him. I talked to my brother [Ernest's older brother, Eric] yesterday and I told him how I felt. I still haven't heard from Ernest, so I'm not going to worry about it. Just because we broke up doesn't mean I'm going to drop everything and sit here and wait for him. Nope. I love him, but that's not me. All I know is, if Ernest wants me in his life, he has a limited amount of time to call before I start getting up &amp;amp; moving on. If not, hey, I'll be okay. I'm &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian picked the right time to start calling. Lol. I'm not saying I'm gonna jump into Adrian's arms like that, but I'm going to take my time, get over Ernest first, then gradually ease into it. Adrian and I have always had plans for our future and I guess I can go back into working on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To distract me from all this, I've also set a goal for myself. :) I'm  DETERMINED to lose weight. So starting today, I'm on it. Why today? Bc my fridge is empty anyway so I can go grocery shopping for good stuff. :D Plus, my DVD Hiphop Abs came in the mail today, so Frannie Boo and I are hopping on that! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;,&lt;br /&gt;Ju.ju Bean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-5891596034653637570?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/5891596034653637570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=5891596034653637570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/5891596034653637570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/5891596034653637570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/04/moving-on.html' title='Moving on..'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-9203552752186001330</id><published>2009-04-13T22:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:13:35.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally told him..</title><content type='html'>I finally told Ernest I loved him.. as he was standing in my doorway while we were arguing, right before I kicked him out in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current love of my life, the one that keeps me sane, that makes me laugh... is out of my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who do you turn to, when the only one who can dry your tears, is the one who made you cry?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-9203552752186001330?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/9203552752186001330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=9203552752186001330' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/9203552752186001330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/9203552752186001330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-finally-told-him.html' title='I finally told him..'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-1533130504047046894</id><published>2009-04-10T08:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T08:39:43.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You There, Vodka?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.vox.com/6a00c2252675128e1d0100a8010b7c000e-500pi" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been reading books non-stop. This is my new victim. :] It had great reviews so I think I'll enjoy it. I love Chelsea. She's  damn character. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anywayyyy. Going to Daytona Beach todayyyy. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So excited to finally get my tan on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;hearts;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ju.ju Bean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-1533130504047046894?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/1533130504047046894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=1533130504047046894' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/1533130504047046894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/1533130504047046894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/04/are-you-there-vodka.html' title='Are You There, Vodka?'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-1342911771623828289</id><published>2009-04-08T00:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T01:01:41.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Do the 'Judy' face!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lol. Well that's what my friends call it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 639px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/75/l_32984736fec24f569e51b9e50d8115ff.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apparently, it's the only face I know how to make, especially when I'm drunk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, Ernest and I were talkin about making him tacos today and all of a sudden, he gets quiet and was like, "Baby?" I was like, "Yes, babe." He asks, "Have you fallen inlove with me yet?" It wasn't something I wanted to discuss over the phone. Lol. Random ass shit. Maybe I'll tell him tomorrow. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;hearts;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ju.ju Bean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-1342911771623828289?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/1342911771623828289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=1342911771623828289' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/1342911771623828289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/1342911771623828289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-judy-face.html' title='&quot;Do the &apos;Judy&apos; face!&quot;'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-2693419275743925795</id><published>2009-04-05T22:12:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:29:15.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That "I-don't-give-a-damn" mentality.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2694/123/21/1372839749/n1372839749_30342059_619740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2694/123/21/1372839749/n1372839749_30342059_619740.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Expect the best, prepare for the worst, fuck what others think &amp;amp; do your own thing."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shout out to Michelle / thehoustongirl for the quote. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thehoustongirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thehoustongirl.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This goes out to all the females [or anybody] who like to &lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt; I give a flying &lt;strong&gt;FUCK &lt;/strong&gt;about what comes out of your mouth about me or who I'm associated with. I've got friends who &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt; me, a family that &lt;u&gt;cherishes&lt;/u&gt; me, and a man that would &lt;u&gt;kill&lt;/u&gt; for me. So &lt;strong&gt;regardless&lt;/strong&gt; what you may like to think or say, at the end of the day, Judy will &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; be Judy. You can give me dirty looks, you can say your two cents about what I wear and how I look, who I'm with, &lt;strong&gt;whatever&lt;/strong&gt;, the truth of the matter is : I'll &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; lead a &lt;strong&gt;better&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;flyer&lt;/strong&gt; life than you. SO. Next time, you wanna huff &amp;amp; puff about something that has to do with me, just realize that I &lt;strong&gt;enjoy&lt;/strong&gt; the fact that you have nothing better to do with your time to insert me in your pathetic ass life&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;♥, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ju.ju Bean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;This goes out to bitches &lt;strong&gt;on-fuckin-line&lt;/strong&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll entertain me more than the bitch sittin next to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-2693419275743925795?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/2693419275743925795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=2693419275743925795' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/2693419275743925795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/2693419275743925795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/04/that-i-dont-give-damn-mentality.html' title='That &quot;I-don&apos;t-give-a-damn&quot; mentality.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-5288205755153811424</id><published>2009-04-03T21:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:20:51.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goonette.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goon-ette&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Strong, Independent Woman.&lt;br /&gt;2. A Woman Who Embodies And Exudes Confidence.&lt;br /&gt;3. A Woman Who Is Able To Overcome Trials And Tribulations Set Before Her With Style And Grace.&lt;br /&gt;4. Female Hustler.&lt;br /&gt;5. A Survivor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?! That's wtf that shit means?&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm a strong, independent woman, does that mean &lt;strong&gt;I'm&lt;/strong&gt; a goonette?&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I don't think I want that title. SMH..&lt;br /&gt;If you know me, you KNOW, I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; my boy, Plies. But damn. Foreal? Is TV this bad nowadays? I mean first Ray J, now they gon' put this mess on reality TV. *sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Can't I just get my cartoons back please?&lt;br /&gt;Stop making reality shows like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gGIpAdlFnEY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gGIpAdlFnEY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I'll like the show, but I respect her hustle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need thoughts on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;,&lt;br /&gt;Ju.ju Bean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-5288205755153811424?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/5288205755153811424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=5288205755153811424' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/5288205755153811424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/5288205755153811424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/04/goonette.html' title='Goonette.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-5913878305951699074</id><published>2009-04-03T11:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T11:26:18.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The morning after.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2694/123/21/1372839749/n1372839749_30341911_5289887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2694/123/21/1372839749/n1372839749_30341911_5289887.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; admit. I'm a fucking lightweight. =/&lt;br /&gt;Girls and I went out again last night. Ya girl was lookin like a naughty ass teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Pre-drank at the house, we had Goose, gin and watermelon vodka [The thought of alcohol makes me wanna vomit right now.] Then went to the bar/club/pub and had 7 or 8 sex on the beaches. I had to chug em since I ain't wanna be caught, my underage ass. Had 6 or 7 shots. My ass was GONE. And that [&lt;strong&gt;up there&lt;/strong&gt;] is the result. Adrian called me and got me through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2694/123/21/1372839749/n1372839749_30341862_8058831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't say shit about my white/short ass legs. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;hearts;,&lt;br /&gt;Ju.ju bean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-5913878305951699074?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/5913878305951699074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=5913878305951699074' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/5913878305951699074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/5913878305951699074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/04/morning-after.html' title='The morning after.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-2552626355427174300</id><published>2009-04-02T00:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:20:05.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Undecided.</title><content type='html'>I didn't know what to title this. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I still haven't told Ernest I loved him yet. I haven't really had the chance to. If I see him tomorrow and he does something awfully sweet, I won't hesitate to. :) Oh some random shit.. We have the same dentist. &gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319942934570820354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SdQ76ahxYwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/uww159Vp5vU/s200/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That dress to be exact. My legs are about the same color as hers, LMAO. &gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway. I'll post some pics either tomorrow night or Friday morning. :) I'm off work till next Wednesday! Yay! I got so much cleaning to do, but it might have to wait until tomorrow. I just hope I'll be able to!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pray for me &amp;amp; wish me luck, loves!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;hearts;,&lt;br /&gt;Ju.ju Bean&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-2552626355427174300?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/2552626355427174300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=2552626355427174300' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/2552626355427174300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/2552626355427174300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/04/undecided.html' title='Undecided.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SdQ76ahxYwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/uww159Vp5vU/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-3105688290479577231</id><published>2009-03-31T11:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:57:01.891-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aww. I loves my baby. :)</title><content type='html'>He doesn't know it yet. I just wanted to let the world know first. &gt;_&lt; I have to figure out the right time to tell him. He told me before, I never said it back because I wasn't sure, and I've NEVER been the type of person to tell someone else I loved them if I wasn't sure. Anyway. My tooth has kept me up all damn night. Every hour I'd wake up and had to re-apply some Orajel on it and I had no Aleve to take bc I ran out. I was lousy all morning bc I didn't get enough sleep. Ernest called me and immediately knew something was wrong. I told him I was in pain and didn't get any sleep. So after class, he calls me and he was on campus, he basically drove to school just so I can lay my head on his shoulder &amp;amp; help make me feel better. :) So of course, being sick and in pain, I started crying. Lol. He starts wipin my tears &amp;amp; shit, so that made me cry harder, just bc he was bein so sweet. He's heading to my house now, so maybe I'll tell him in a little bit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Dentist appointment on Thursday, possible root canal &amp;amp; crown. :(&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;,&lt;br /&gt;Ju.ju Bean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-3105688290479577231?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/3105688290479577231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=3105688290479577231' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/3105688290479577231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/3105688290479577231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/03/aww-i-loves-my-baby.html' title='Aww. I loves my baby. :)'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-7123478481992893654</id><published>2009-03-30T02:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T02:24:12.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Make-up Sex</title><content type='html'>Many couples have sex after an intense argument or period of separation because they want to reassure themselves that their relationship is still feasible and worthy. There's a solid susceptibility inherent after a fight; a void that can be filled by the closeness and intimacy of passionate sex.So why is the sex so darn good? Fundamentally speaking, when two people quarrel, they get excited. That excitement can easily translate into a state of arousal, and consequently, stupefying sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernest and I got into it on Thursday, I stayed away from him untill today. It was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even remember what I was so mad about.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;,&lt;br /&gt;Ju.ju Bean!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-7123478481992893654?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/7123478481992893654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=7123478481992893654' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/7123478481992893654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/7123478481992893654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/03/make-up-sex.html' title='Make-up Sex'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-1097170911636856822</id><published>2009-03-28T22:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:25:15.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishlist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I swear to GOD, I haven't been this anxious to get ANYTHING. My tax money STILL hasn't come in yet, it's supposed to by April 3rd, but damn it, it's takin too long. I don't have a long ass list because I gotta keep MOST of it for my new townhouse. I need furniture, decorations and allathat mess. I'ma try to hit up some yard sales bc I KNOW good and well I'm not keepin this damn furniture for no more than a year or two so fuck spending $1,500 - $2,000 on a bedroom set. And that's just the damn bedroom. So, I'm just gonna get a new bed frame, a big ass dresser and some other shit. :) As long as my closet is full and I don't run out of shoes, I'm good to go *insert hand motion here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Other than the tax money, I'm excited for my next paycheck. With this raise, I can make more than a thousand dollars in a regular work week [40 hours] and if I wanted to do it bigger, I can get up to 72 hours a week in the summer, working doubles back to back. WHICH I WILL DO! ...maybe. So. I want my money! I'm probably gonna get a 2nd job. Just a little part-time shit here and there. I'm thinking a bookstore. :D Oh, and I'm thinking &lt;strong&gt;pink or purple extensions/tracks.&lt;/strong&gt; Idk how this is gonna work, I guess sew-ins? Someone school me with this hair mess. Cuz Idk what I'm talkin about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my list : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 501px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.hottopic.com/is/image/HotTopic/571738_hi?wid=500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$78.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 445px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.hottopic.com/is/image/HotTopic/547171_hi?wid=500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;$68.00&lt;br /&gt;I've been going through a little girly phase lately. I love dresses right now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coastalscents.com/cfwebstore/images/products/Pallets/88c_palette_matte_case_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.coastalscents.com/cfwebstore/images/products/Pallets/88c_palette_matte_case_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; $21.95&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, GIRLY PHASE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 494px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://cdn-www.dailypuppy.com/media/dogs/anonymous/Meaty_White_Boxer_01.jpg_w450.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;A white Boxer puppy. :) Not such a girly pup, but I want!&lt;br /&gt;He's probably between $400 - 600.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna name him, "Sky" or if it's a her, then, "Lily".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 425px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2375/125/52/1252678456/n1252678456_315519_4203951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Percy Harvin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's kinda priceless. ♥ So FUCKING fine!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I think that's all for now. :) I can't look anymore, it makes me want to spend the money I have now! And I have rent to pay!  :P Plus, I have to work at 7 am tomorrow. Bleh. If I didn't love money, I swear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;hearts;,&lt;br /&gt;Ju.ju Bean !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-1097170911636856822?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/1097170911636856822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=1097170911636856822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/1097170911636856822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/1097170911636856822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/03/wishlist.html' title='Wishlist.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-3633540635471915364</id><published>2009-03-28T11:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T13:41:16.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Single Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really do miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,&lt;br /&gt;Judy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. That's exactly how I've been feeling lately. Don't get me wrong, Ernest is great, but there are times when I feel like being single should be the way to go. I'm not selfish, I swear, but now instead of thinking of just about me, he's there, too. Also, we've been at it lately, so maybe that has something to do with it, too. If I didn't have his brother to talk to, I'd go crazy. I know Eric [Ernest's brother] is going crazy because he hears BOTH sides of the story. Idk. I think love came at a wrong time this time around.. Guess we'll see how it goes during the next couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww250/imaeatchoface/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,&lt;br /&gt;Ju.ju Bean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-3633540635471915364?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/3633540635471915364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=3633540635471915364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/3633540635471915364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/3633540635471915364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-single-life.html' title='Dear Single Life...'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-8426859526404105584</id><published>2009-03-25T11:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:44:57.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My first blog award. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yvQ3NsF7txM/SIwkKIqFIKI/AAAAAAAAAmk/EzA_IX7_m0c/s400/brilliantblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yvQ3NsF7txM/SIwkKIqFIKI/AAAAAAAAAmk/EzA_IX7_m0c/s400/brilliantblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given to me by: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://gee-nuhmah-ree.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://gee-nuhmah-ree.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'This award is bestowed upon a fellow blogger whose blogs content ordesign is, in the giver’s opinion, brilliant.'“When accepting this auspicious award, you must write a post bragging about it, including the name of the misguided soul who thinks you deserve such acclaim, and link back to the said person so everyone knows she/he is real. Choose a minimum of seven (7) blogs that you find brilliant in content or design. Or improvise by including bloggers who have no idea who you are because you don’t have seven friends. Show the seven random victims’ names and links and leave a harassing comment informing them that they were prized with Honest Weblog. Well, there’s no prize, but they can keep the nifty icon. List at least ten (10) honest things about yourself. Then pass it on!'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My list [I loveee doing these random/honest things.] :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. I have went through about EVERY stage a girl can possibly go through. I was a "ghetto girl", a skater, a tomboy, a girly girl, etc. And I played my role VERY well. :) Now, I'm back to being ME. Idk if it's girly bc Lord knows I have my sweats/t-shirt days, or it it's something else, because if I wanted to, I will spend hours getting dressed up for no reason, I just enjoy looking pretty and I loveee make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2. I turn to music when I get depressed [or feel like I'm depressed]. I lock myself in my room sometimes, even days at a time, and just listen to music. I probably won't cry, since it's hard for me to cry these days [IDK why], but if I do, the tears will COME and just keep coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3. I eat my desserts in milk. Cakes, brownies, cookies, ice cream, whatever, I'll get a bowl and pour milk alllll in it. It's good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4. Everytime I see Ernest [the boo thang], WE HAVE TO DO "IT". Idk what he does to me. But we do. I had three girls stayin the night with me one night, alll drunk/hungover the next morning, he came through and I kicked them all out of the bedroom. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;5. I love Marilyn Monroe. She was a ho, but she was real. And so jazzy. I currently have two posters of her in my bedroom, I have one in the closet that I was going to put up in the living room, but I'll wait till I move in my townhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;6. I love clothes and shoes. It's a curable diseases when it comes to clothes, but you better not fuck with me and my shoes! When I got my financial aid money, trust me, it 'aided' me. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;7. I love to read. If it looks slightly interesting, I will pick it up and read it. I read more than I watch TV, unless George Lopez or Grey's anatomy is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;8. Speaking of which, I LOVE me some Grey's Anatomy. It comes on tonight :) I'll be at work but that won't stop me, you just won't see Judy for an hour. Oh, and I'm gonna marry a man with a sense of humor like George Lopez. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;9. Don't EVER make the mistake of asking for my opinion on something. Because I WILL let you know, whether it's something you want to hear or not. Fuck that. You asked, I'll tell. Other than that, I usually keep my mouth closed, unless you and I are mad close, then I talk shit about anyone. And don't let that liquor get in my system. I won't hold NOTHING back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;10. I love pictures. :) I love to take pictures and I especially LOVE being in front of the camera. :) My room is covered with pictures. [So is my MySpace]. I love looking through pictures the day after the night you were fucked up. Those are the best. :) I keep all my pics, I have some of my ex, Mel, still. Reminds me of good relationships. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the award goes to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gee-nuhmah-ree.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://gee-nuhmah-ree.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; [Ree Sez]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://supremesole.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://supremesole.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; [Got Sole?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tre305.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tre305.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; [Southern Gentleman]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilmsnaomie.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lilmsnaomie.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; [Ms. Naomie]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; [ill;kinda]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dawahinereyrey.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dawahinereyrey.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; [It is my life... Rey rey]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ohcouturrre.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ohcouturrre.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; [OHcouturrre]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thehoustongirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thehoustongirl.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; [Change from within]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Those are the ones I read on a regular basis. :) Now to tag em.. sheesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,&lt;br /&gt;Ju.ju Bean !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-8426859526404105584?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/8426859526404105584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=8426859526404105584' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/8426859526404105584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/8426859526404105584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-blog-award.html' title='My first blog award. :)'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yvQ3NsF7txM/SIwkKIqFIKI/AAAAAAAAAmk/EzA_IX7_m0c/s72-c/brilliantblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-4532348231872182631</id><published>2009-03-23T15:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:22:14.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Spring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/91/l_a320857e754d4195a7cfec80f93266b2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 488px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/91/l_a320857e754d4195a7cfec80f93266b2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I lied. I LOVEEEE spring, but I hate the damn pollen! My allergies are acting up. My car is covered in pollen and I can't breathe. Lol. Other than that, since it's FINALLY warm, I can sit by the pool all day when I have time! Or go to the springs. :) Yayy. I'm waiting for Ernest with my Benadryl. He said two hours. SMH. He had to go handle some business. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have my Facebook, you already know this. But I was at work one night and my nurse was like, "What's that on your wrist?" So I show her my tattoo. She asks me, "Who is Phil? Your boyfriend? Is 4:13 your anniversary date?" OMG. I laughed SO hard. I tried not to but I couldn't hold it in. Then she asks me do I know the meaning behind the scripture. LMAO. I was like, Yes I do. I had to share it the story since it was hilariously ridiculous. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I have been stuck on Keri Hilson especially "Knock You Down". It's on my playlist if you wanna hear it. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-4532348231872182631?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/4532348231872182631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=4532348231872182631' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/4532348231872182631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/4532348231872182631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-spring.html' title='I hate Spring!'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-7919401882542418295</id><published>2009-03-22T22:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:27:17.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family.</title><content type='html'>I've never wanted a big family, IDK why, just never wanted one. Never thought of having one.. Till now. I was sitting down with my uncle's fam for dinner. And they are SO adorable. John, the oldest one, he's like my heart, the little brother I never had. I can't believe he's graduating this year. Him and I are just alike personality wise. He gets on my nerves 24/7, but that's my Roc. Along with my little sister &amp; mother. The 2nd one, is James. He's 13. He's going through that mysterious phase right now, that puberty shit. Lol. The 3rd is Jianelli, she turned 12 today. She's like my sister and I combined. Looks just like us. The youngest one is Jessey. Adorable as all outside. So I was sitting beside Jessey and John. Tita [Auntie] keeps passing me more and more food. Lol. And my uncle and auntie are just so sweet to each other. John hates his dad just like I hated mine throughout highschool. I know one day soon, he's going to realize just like I did, that no matter what bullshit your family puts you through, once you're out of there, you'll actually be thankful for having them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only person I ever talked to about ever having a family with was Adrian. I talked to him tonight btw. It's not the same anymore and it never will be, maybe one day, but not anytime soon, and surprisingly.. I'm okay with that now. I just don't want to know if he's with another female. I know that's stupid since I have Ernest, but it's his fault anyway. Adrian always tried to convince to have more than two children and I always said no. =/ But I think I might consider that now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are pics of my cuzzos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://i44.tinypic.com/2zdr3uv.png&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i44.tinypic.com/35jh7dc.png&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAMES. [lol]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i44.tinypic.com/30kcd9e.png&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIANELLI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i41.tinypic.com/28ntao.png&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESSEY. I love her. She watches Family Guy on the daily. And she's six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i40.tinypic.com/axcv9j.png&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp; here's my little sister and I at lunch one day.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;,&lt;br /&gt;Ju.ju Bean!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-7919401882542418295?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/7919401882542418295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=7919401882542418295' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/7919401882542418295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/7919401882542418295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/03/family.html' title='Family.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/2zdr3uv_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-4768621768643574025</id><published>2009-03-21T23:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T02:05:37.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures. :)</title><content type='html'>So.. Since I had that longgg ass post that nobody read last time [but three of ya`ll] I'm just gonna give a short update with pictures. :) There'll be more when my friend uploads the rest of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: I worked and after work my friends from HS came through. They got here around 11:45 PM. That was the fastest I ever got ready. I mean, shower, hair did, make-up and everything in 30 minutes. Lol. We started off with Captain Morgan. Drank the whole bottle. Then I had a bottle of Watermelon vodka and Skyy. We fucked up about half of each. There were only three of us drinking. And then when we got to the bar, we had drinks and shots. All this in a matter of an hour and a half. My ass was GONE. I don't drink too much, so when I do, I get fucked up FAST. And I was fucked up FAST. Lol. Got home and tried to go to sleep but the girl that stayed with me wouldn't stop talking. I finally got her to stfu and I literally passed out. Snoring and everything. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: I had a hangover outta this world. Woke up early.. Around 10-ish and went to Wal-Mart. Soon as I got there, Ernest calls and tells me he's around the corner. So I went back home to see him. He was like, "My God. You look sick." I just threw him the dirtiest look possible. Lol. His ass wanted to play and wrestle and shit. So we did. He beat my ass. Lmao. Then.. He beat my ass. ;] Hahaha. Anyway. After that, I took the girl home and went to my mom's house and passed out then around 4, went to my friend's house and laid by the pool and passed out some more. She woke me up every 30 mins to tell me to turn over. Lol. I got some sun.. But I'm going back for more tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday : I worked. And had a killer toothache all day. Slept some more.. Thank God for Orajel and Aleve ! Cuz Tylenol sure didn't work anymore. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Here are SOME pics. I just took em from my myspace. Get at me on facebook to see the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;div.myspace-scroll-box {&lt;br /&gt;height:400px;&lt;br /&gt;width:400px;&lt;br /&gt;font:10pt/20pt Verdana,arial,sans-serif;&lt;br /&gt;overflow:scroll;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="myspace-scroll-box"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/91/l_a320857e754d4195a7cfec80f93266b2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/91/l_a320857e754d4195a7cfec80f93266b2.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/90/l_82b3506f174f4d438a8d59cfe6dac167.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 450px;" src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/90/l_82b3506f174f4d438a8d59cfe6dac167.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/73/m_6be6f87ced494ac1a1027526750ffe01.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/73/l_6be6f87ced494ac1a1027526750ffe01.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/88/l_83080edb591c45a083b808787afb5728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/88/l_83080edb591c45a083b808787afb5728.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c147/judyanne05/1-15.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c147/judyanne05/2-15.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c147/judyanne05/3-14.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c147/judyanne05/4-10.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c147/judyanne05/5-8.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c147/judyanne05/6-9.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c147/judyanne05/7-9.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c147/judyanne05/8-6.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c147/judyanne05/9-6.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;,&lt;br /&gt;Ju.ju Bean !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-4768621768643574025?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/4768621768643574025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=4768621768643574025' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/4768621768643574025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/4768621768643574025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/03/pictures.html' title='Pictures. :)'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-205171009342923304</id><published>2009-03-18T21:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:02:44.527-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast from the past...</title><content type='html'>Pisces: Someone youu'e been missing has been thinking about you, too. Let them know the door is open. . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:58pmJudy Anne&lt;br /&gt;how u been babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:59pmVince&lt;br /&gt;good missin u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00pmJudy Anne&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00pmVince&lt;br /&gt;yeah i want u bad judy&lt;br /&gt;but i cant be wit someone who cant handle my life&lt;br /&gt;i mean no its not fair to u right now but its my career&lt;br /&gt;i cant change dat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:02pmJudy Anne&lt;br /&gt;its not ur life i cant handle its the fact ur on the other side of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:02pmVince&lt;br /&gt;thats part of my life judy&lt;br /&gt;either u adapt or it wont work&lt;br /&gt;i have no control over where they put me&lt;br /&gt;but i do have control over whether you are here wit me or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:03pmJudy Anne&lt;br /&gt;vince. i cant just pack up my life in a suitcase and start over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:04pmVince&lt;br /&gt;actually you can cuz i did it. along with every servicemen and civilian dependent here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:05pmJudy Anne&lt;br /&gt;but thats your choice&lt;br /&gt;thats what you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;my life.&lt;br /&gt;my career.&lt;br /&gt;everything is here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:05pmVince&lt;br /&gt;so was mines baby&lt;br /&gt;do u think i wanted dis from the beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:07pmJudy Anne&lt;br /&gt;i let you know from the get go how i felt about this whole situation&lt;br /&gt;how that is the part i hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:08pmVince&lt;br /&gt;i know baby but school aint cut out for me&lt;br /&gt;and think about if i had have been workin some bullshit ass job without college&lt;br /&gt;dis recession would have fucked me in the ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judy Anne&lt;br /&gt;thats life, vince. i hate school. i have at least 3 years left if not more. &lt;br /&gt;im living paycheck to paycheck because im a student&lt;br /&gt;you didnt do anything for me like you promised me you would.&lt;br /&gt;but i would rather struggle with you here by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:14pmVince&lt;br /&gt;baby u can still do school and we can live comfortably&lt;br /&gt;dat was my intention&lt;br /&gt;i was also in the states when i said dat&lt;br /&gt;i had no idea we would deploy dat much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:17pmJudy Anne&lt;br /&gt;i cant do that, vince..&lt;br /&gt;even if i wanted to, i cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:18pmVince&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judy Anne&lt;br /&gt;how do u know this is going to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:18pmVince&lt;br /&gt;i know baby i know&lt;br /&gt;we still aint given up and now its been almost 2 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:20pmJudy Anne&lt;br /&gt;i have someone else..&lt;br /&gt;i know you do too&lt;br /&gt;theres no possibility that you dont after all this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:21pmVince&lt;br /&gt;right now i dont but i have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:22pmJudy Anne&lt;br /&gt;thats why you want me back&lt;br /&gt;bc you dont have anyone right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:23pmVince&lt;br /&gt;no dats not its nothin for me to go get a chick&lt;br /&gt;i want u &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Facebook chat that's why its like that. that's my ex, vince. we broke up because he chose to join the military. Now he's in Japan. It's been almost three years since we've been broken up and this is what I hear ALL THE TIME. He asked me to marry him when I was 18. Of course, I said no. He was my heart, but he expected me to pick up my life and move to Japan. I couldn't do that. I still cant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows I have someone else now but this is how it is when I talk to him. We had plans after highschool, but he chose to join the Marines. that lifestyle isn't for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernest's lifestyle isn't for me, either, but Ernest is HERE. We struggle, we fight, but I have him HERE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why he puts me in these type of situations..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-205171009342923304?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/205171009342923304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=205171009342923304' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/205171009342923304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/205171009342923304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/03/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast from the past...'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-8477821954528542690</id><published>2009-03-16T15:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T15:55:29.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Complaints &amp; ventage !</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;OKAY! OMG. I don't know WTF is wrong with me BUT my hormones are racing and I get pissed off at anyone and anything that crosses my path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;NO I'M NOT PREGNANT SO DON'T SUGGEST THAT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate came home today and of course, she brings the idiot from downstairs up here with her. Now, I've had a quiet ass week since she's been gone, right, and now, I come out the room and she's screaming her ass off. I don't wanna hear that shit. So I told her. I know she's mad at me now. And I really don't give a damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernest is PISSING ME OFF. He calls me around 11:30 today and we argue like hell, he tells me he'll be here around one. So I wait. My job calls me, they need me there around 2:15 to sign some papers. I waited until 2:30 at home. I get to the job at 2:30. He calls me. I was like, "WHAT?!" Lol. Of course I was pissed. You wait an hour and a fucking half to call me back?! And then he wants to question me. No. You don't do that. Then he wants to argue again. WTH is wrong with niggas these days Goddamn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian. Is. Out. Of. My. Life. Out of sight. Out of mind. Enough said on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom! OMG! My Mother! I call my dad right and ask if his tax money came in bc mine HASN'T! and he says yes. Well my mom claims I'm using my money to pay for something. HELL NO. I have been complaining about this shit for 5 years and you want to use MY money to pay for this? Fuck no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing keeping my sane is Grey's Anatomy Season 2. Yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;-breathes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. FOR NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-8477821954528542690?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/8477821954528542690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=8477821954528542690' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/8477821954528542690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/8477821954528542690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/03/complaints-ventage.html' title='Complaints &amp; ventage !'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-1522918414273879118</id><published>2009-03-14T12:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T12:32:48.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's back.</title><content type='html'>So. His brother got him out. :) Thanks to everyone who tried to cheer me up though. &lt;br /&gt;I called his brother's phone last night to see if he heard from Ernest yet, no answer. He called back like 2 secs later and was like, "Whas up baby?" So I ignored that and asked him what he was doing. He was like, "What you mean what I'm doin?" I recognized the voice. It was Ernest!!!!! :D So I started flippin out. Lol. Ahh. I'm so happy. I haven't seen him yet since I been at my moms house and I told him to go out and celebrate a little bit. He must've celebrated too much cuz I haven't heard from him yet. Lol. But right now, IDC, his ass is out. I can see him as much as I want to. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Females, females, females. I. Hate. Females. Not all. But most. The ones with no lives and love to start shit on Facebook. Those. Lol. The ones who are old as hell,  with big ass jobs, yet have no lives outside the internet. THOSE. You can get your little giggles in now but don't expect to have the last laugh. Trust me, you weren't the first to laugh either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't take the heat, get ya ass out the kitchen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-1522918414273879118?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/1522918414273879118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=1522918414273879118' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/1522918414273879118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/1522918414273879118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/03/hes-back.html' title='He&apos;s back.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-7869637958301947991</id><published>2009-03-12T01:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T02:05:37.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone..</title><content type='html'>My other half, the one person that can make me laugh, make me feel comfortable, loved, wanted, BEAUTIFUL even early in the morning will be out of reach for the next two years. Unless its through collect calls or letters. :( The only man I've ever fallen for this quickly, the only one I've fallen for in the past two years.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already miss the early morning calls when he's on his way up the stairs.. The TV dinners, his bootleg movies, the fights and laughs. Him walking me to class and convincing me to go to next class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad thing about it is, his brother is already trying to take his place. HIS BROTHER! NO! NEVER will I let him take Ernest's place. NEVER! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just try to keep myself occupied somehow. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;,&lt;br /&gt;Ju.ju Bean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-7869637958301947991?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/7869637958301947991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=7869637958301947991' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/7869637958301947991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/7869637958301947991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/03/gone.html' title='Gone..'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-4119798363603974081</id><published>2009-03-09T19:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:31:12.748-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tatted. AGAIN !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src=http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2662/123/21/1372839749/n1372839749_30306753_6193995.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has meanin behind their tats, mine is clear. :)&lt;br /&gt;Other than "Love never fails. - Corinthians 13:8" [which is most likely going to be on my body one day], "I can do all things in Christ who strenthens me." - Philippians 4:13, is my fave verse from the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;I got it on my wrist because I feel like whenever I'm ready to give up, I can easily look down and see it and know that God is with me and will never put something in front of me that I will never be able to handle.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the story behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And FYI, this shit hurt like hell. I have a tat near my ankle bone AND on my foot, but those were NOTHING compared to this! NOTHING!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-4119798363603974081?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/4119798363603974081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=4119798363603974081' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/4119798363603974081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/4119798363603974081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/03/tatted-again.html' title='Tatted. AGAIN !'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-5734092588505650992</id><published>2009-03-07T00:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T10:01:06.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TWLOHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zambooie.com/product_images/twloha/TWLGIRLST125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.zambooie.com/product_images/twloha/TWLGIRLST125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Purpleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zambooie.com/product_images/twloha/TWLVNECK104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.zambooie.com/product_images/twloha/TWLVNECK104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a60/jamietwo/contrast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a60/jamietwo/contrast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Anyone who knows me, knows this is one of the causes I support, "To Write Love on Her Arms." I had a friend who was depressed and consistently cutting and I was doing research for it and came across this cause around 3 years ago when it started. :) Not only do I love the cause, I love their products. I love that hoodie. Too bad it'll be summer soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For their vision/mission statement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twloha.com/"&gt;http://twloha.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update :&lt;br /&gt;WITH MY LIFE. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Adrian and I pretty much fell out. I was going through a pissed off phase like always and he pushed my buttons. He hung up on me. And that is something you should NEVER do. He did it before and I FLIPPED. And he did it again deliberately. Now he's mad bc yes I admit, I overreacted a little. But anyway. Idk. Haven't heard from him since that night, which was two nights ago. Idk whas gonna happen. If he cares like he said, he'll call. If not, I can get the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-5734092588505650992?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/5734092588505650992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=5734092588505650992' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/5734092588505650992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/5734092588505650992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/03/twola.html' title='TWLOHA'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-4515283136308942836</id><published>2009-03-05T23:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:59:19.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Columbus Short</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SbCtMUdMvTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/LLEgar6W3zg/s1600-h/jh.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309934387831029042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SbCtMUdMvTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/LLEgar6W3zg/s320/jh.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was toooo live in Gainesville. :) And since I drove and was nice enough to take pics of him and two of my friends together, he let me get one of me and him by ourselves. :D I wanted to take him home. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No men ventage tonight. Even though there is a LOT to say ! Ill save it for next post !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-4515283136308942836?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/4515283136308942836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=4515283136308942836' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/4515283136308942836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/4515283136308942836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/03/columbus-short.html' title='Columbus Short'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SbCtMUdMvTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/LLEgar6W3zg/s72-c/jh.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-3549601183982314200</id><published>2009-03-04T16:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T16:58:57.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>But we won't let it go for nothing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=52420239,t=1,mt=video,searchID=fb60f12c-67ab-4ead-a8ea-f2fc1e24f2d3,primarycolor=,secondarycolor="&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=52420239,t=1,mt=video,searchID=fb60f12c-67ab-4ead-a8ea-f2fc1e24f2d3,primarycolor=,secondarycolor=" width="425" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finally heard from Eric [Ernest's brother], on Sunday afternoon. They were stuck in Miami.. Dade fucking county, six hours from here, locked up. I spent the night at my mother's house that night and I got a call around 8 in the morning, of course I knew who it was. We talked for  little bit.. He gave me the news.. and let me know where he was at. I missed my babe so I packed my stuff and headed on to my house, an hour away. When I got there, I went to sleep and he called me around.. 2-ish. He came over there, and as hard as I tried to stay mad at him, I opened the door, and gave me that smirk and that look I just LOVE and ADORE and all the anger left. So we talked, he told me then that he's looking at years in prison. His cousin robbed IHOP and set him up. They wouldn't let him leave Dade but somehow he convinced them. I think he used school as an excuse. His brother is still stuck down there. He's on 7 pm curfew and they call him every 2 or 3 hours to make sure he's not up to anything. SO with that, all our spring break plans were cancelled. I only see him for maybe an hour each day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate this shit. I really do. I don't even answer his calls anymore. When we talk on the phone, all we do is argue. That's all he talks about is being locked up. I don't wanna hear about that till that day. When we're together, of course all the anger isn't present. We're the same as we were. But as soon as I pick up that phone, all we do is fucking bicker. He called me this morning and told me they gave him an option, either spend two years behind bars or pay $3,700 by next week. He can get it, but the problem is, they don't give him enough time. With the two hours phone calls, he doesn't have time to do anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To put icing on the damn cake, Adrian let me know last night that he won't be able to move down here because he got accepted into a good music program. I'm happy for him. He called me last night and for the first time in 4 months, I literally sat on the phone. He knows something's wrong with me. But I can't tell him what it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If Ernest goes to jail, I'm back to what I do best. Breaking hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;hearts;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ju.ju Bean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-3549601183982314200?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/3549601183982314200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=3549601183982314200' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/3549601183982314200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/3549601183982314200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/03/but-we-wont-let-it-go-for-nothing.html' title='But we won&apos;t let it go for nothing...'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-960774747440928201</id><published>2009-02-28T00:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T00:56:11.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Circle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="339" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x13b24"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x13b24" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="339" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song really has no relevance, whatsoever, I just love this old shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been over 48 hours since I heard from Ernest. He left my house around 4:30 PM on my bday [the 25th] with a kiss and us talking until he went around the corner. He told me, "I'll call you in a little bit." 7 came around, nothing. 8:30, nothing. 9:00, Fran told me she'd take me to dinner. I called his phone, no answer.. Called his brother, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where the hell he's at. If he's alive, dead, locked up, okay, whatever. He's never kept out of touch for more than overnight before. He's usually my alarm clock. My heart is torn into pieces because I'm so worried. Yes, of course, I was pissed as hell that night. Now, I just wanna know if he's okay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared to look at the news, the paper, in fear of seeing his name..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Can I get something that will let me know if he's okay.. Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-960774747440928201?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/960774747440928201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=960774747440928201' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/960774747440928201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/960774747440928201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/02/circle.html' title='Circle'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-8987848253928877767</id><published>2009-02-25T00:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T00:48:06.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 20 !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/9/l_878377547e7e4944a59846d82f17cafa.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 435px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/9/l_878377547e7e4944a59846d82f17cafa.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.. I was thinking.. "Wow. I'm 20." Lol. I remember when I used to be so excited I couldn't sleep, especially my 18th bday and my 7th. Tonight.. Nothing. Maybe because I don't have any plans, it's my first bday away from my parents so no waking up in the morning with my mom and my sister in my face with a cake and flowers. :( I have no idea what I'm doing.. AT ALL. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I'll see in the morning ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthday wishes will be appreciated. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;hearts;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ju.ju Bean !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-8987848253928877767?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/8987848253928877767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=8987848253928877767' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/8987848253928877767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/8987848253928877767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-20.html' title='I&apos;m 20 !'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-7113884266937654673</id><published>2009-02-17T14:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T14:06:19.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures. Yes please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SZsKAGcrlrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/eQt2yX7o_mo/s1600-h/frannie.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303843983006078642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SZsKAGcrlrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/eQt2yX7o_mo/s320/frannie.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Damn. I love this girl. Picture break in the bathroom on campusss. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SZsKAJ1VIfI/AAAAAAAAAHw/HVl4zjtp8_Q/s1600-h/fran2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303843983914770930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SZsKAJ1VIfI/AAAAAAAAAHw/HVl4zjtp8_Q/s320/fran2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Roomieeeess ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SZsJ_87lLiI/AAAAAAAAAHo/K1nJGZBnOaQ/s1600-h/aww.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303843980451327522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SZsJ_87lLiI/AAAAAAAAAHo/K1nJGZBnOaQ/s320/aww.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ♥ My love. My hustla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SZsJ_WpQG_I/AAAAAAAAAHg/s3c62q90n_0/s1600-h/3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303843970173901810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SZsJ_WpQG_I/AAAAAAAAAHg/s3c62q90n_0/s320/3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the carrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SZsJ_Lln3HI/AAAAAAAAAHY/fCRH_OC6qOQ/s1600-h/2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303843967205891186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SZsJ_Lln3HI/AAAAAAAAAHY/fCRH_OC6qOQ/s320/2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :] Right before class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Comments are appreciated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks loves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;hearts;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ju.ju Bean !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-7113884266937654673?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/7113884266937654673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=7113884266937654673' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/7113884266937654673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/7113884266937654673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/02/pictures-yes-please.html' title='Pictures. Yes please.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SZsKAGcrlrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/eQt2yX7o_mo/s72-c/frannie.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-6261762692625085065</id><published>2009-02-15T22:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:32:52.890-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sorry'/><title type='text'>Chris Brown Apologizes.</title><content type='html'>He wrote a song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://limelinx.com/files/978e4ba66057a310eb12819e99e46115"&gt;http://limelinx.com/files/978e4ba66057a310eb12819e99e46115&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The following statement was issued Sunday by a spokesman on behalf of Chris Brown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Words cannot begin to express how sorry and saddened I am over what transpired. I am seeking the counseling of my pastor, my mother and other loved ones and I am committed, with God's help, to emerging a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Much of what has been speculated or reported on blogs and/or reported in the media is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"While I would like to be able to talk about this more, until the legal issues are resolved, this is all I can say except that I have not written any messages or made any posts to Facebook, on blogs or any place else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those posts or writings under my name are frauds," the statement concludes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown, 19, allegedly attacked girlfriend Rihanna, 20, in Los Angeles on Feb. 8. He was arrested and may face charges from the district attorney. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..&lt;br /&gt;Opinions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,&lt;br /&gt;Ju.ju Bean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-6261762692625085065?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/6261762692625085065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=6261762692625085065' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/6261762692625085065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/6261762692625085065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/02/chris-brown-apologizes.html' title='Chris Brown Apologizes.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-6554719922926915471</id><published>2009-02-14T18:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T01:37:44.679-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Percy Harvin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AlphaBetaDeltaPsi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This has got to be one of the memorable Valentine's Day ever :]. I worked last night till 7 this morning. Then I had to drop my coworker off at home which is 30 mins from here, so exhausted as I was, I got home around 8:15, because there was an accident right down the road from my house, like literally 15 yards from the street I turn on. So I was a little pissed about that. I finally got home, took a shower, didn't even bother drying completely off, jumped in the bed and I went to sleep.. Being Valentine's Day, people wanted to text me "HAppy Vday." So I woke up everytime the phone went off. =/ I haven't heard from Adrian all day.. I miss him. Anywayy. back to today.. I woke up around 1.. Got up and did something around 3.. I guess everyone and they damn momma wants to be in Gainesville today... I went to Target since I saw a lot of sales or whatever. I saw a Marilyn Monroe wall art, which I wanted, but I wasn't paying 60 dollars for it. Outta nowhere, I wanted to get a fish.. So I went to Ross to find a cheap vase to put him in. I found one.. And some other shit for the house.. Frances calls me, tells me to hold on, I hear a guy, "Hello?" I was like, "who is this?" He said, "It's Percy. Happy Valentine's Day!". I swear to youu... I flipped OUT. My boo, Percy fuckin Harvin! ♥ Wished ME a Happy Vdayyy. OMG. So that made my day. ANywayyy. All together, it was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2265/123/21/1372839749/n1372839749_30273481_7477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 550px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2265/123/21/1372839749/n1372839749_30273481_7477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is AlphaBetaDeltaPsi. ♥&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme know how ur Vday went. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,&lt;br /&gt;Ju.ju Bean !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-6554719922926915471?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/6554719922926915471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=6554719922926915471' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/6554719922926915471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/6554719922926915471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-has-got-to-be-one-of-memorable.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-6113893962467045296</id><published>2009-02-09T15:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:42:49.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenya Wilson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/7/l_5343bed36191c6c4b46ac793de2d2167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 466px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/7/l_5343bed36191c6c4b46ac793de2d2167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenya Lashawn Wilson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;April 28th, 1989 - February 9th, 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Four years... I can't believe it. I miss you hun. We all do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That gorgeous smile. That bubbly ass personality that nobody could get mad at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watch over me, k?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you hun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-6113893962467045296?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/6113893962467045296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=6113893962467045296' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/6113893962467045296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/6113893962467045296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/02/kenya-wilson.html' title='Kenya Wilson'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-3628403888550959256</id><published>2009-02-08T10:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T10:28:43.013-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TI.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road to Redemption.'/><title type='text'>T.I.'s Road to Redemption, Ep. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:cms:mvideo:mtv.com:10158842" width="425" height="354" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="window" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="dist=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ehiphoprnbworld%2Ecom%2F&amp;amp;orig=msn"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The show premieres Tuesday night, Feb. 9th.&lt;br /&gt;I commend T.I. for how he's trying to impact these individuals. I never really knew the story behind him getting arrested, I just knew he had guns and wasn't supposed to. I didn't know Tiny was arrested, too. I guess I can kind of understand what mindset he had when purchasing those guns. He obviously wasn't thinking about the consequences at the time but, well, now he knows. This first episode was a definitely a success for him. You can see how he most definitely changed Pee Wee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my 100th post, by the way. Yayy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/ontv/dyn/road_to_redemption/series.jhtml" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-3628403888550959256?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/3628403888550959256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=3628403888550959256' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/3628403888550959256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/3628403888550959256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/02/tis-road-to-redemption-ep-1.html' title='T.I.&apos;s Road to Redemption, Ep. 1'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-8465688794347357954</id><published>2009-02-07T23:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:40:55.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Want it, Need it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=51902035,t=1,mt=video"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=51902035,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Definitely one of my fave sons on the album. ♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm on call for you seven days a week, Sex On Delivery, SOD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;:]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-8465688794347357954?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/8465688794347357954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=8465688794347357954' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/8465688794347357954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/8465688794347357954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/02/want-it-need-it.html' title='Want it, Need it.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-3298530359996380075</id><published>2009-02-06T00:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T12:04:44.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pisces: Many new things have entered your life lately, but they're good! Change is what you make of it. . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahh. That shit is sooo true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/15/l_01dacf187216413b883b28aa4ef0e460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/15/l_01dacf187216413b883b28aa4ef0e460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/3/l_7d6db1005f3c491698bb1cf57b78dc47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/3/l_7d6db1005f3c491698bb1cf57b78dc47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have like.. nothing interesting going on with my life right now. Lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These pics were taken this morning. :] I froze my ass OFF. But I looked fly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ju.ju Bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/3/l_7d6db1005f3c491698bb1cf57b78dc47.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-3298530359996380075?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/3298530359996380075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=3298530359996380075' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/3298530359996380075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/3298530359996380075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-2351894535708797006</id><published>2009-02-04T23:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:56:27.794-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PIc.'/><title type='text'>Everyone's fave.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/13/l_0732271a2b634775bd42ce6ab9d76ca8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 520px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/13/l_0732271a2b634775bd42ce6ab9d76ca8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic seems to be the one everyone likes. :) So I'll share this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-2351894535708797006?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/2351894535708797006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=2351894535708797006' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/2351894535708797006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/2351894535708797006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/02/everyones-fave.html' title='Everyone&apos;s fave.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-4735584428806887286</id><published>2009-02-03T23:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T02:26:41.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting downnn.</title><content type='html'>22 days till I'm 20! :)&lt;br /&gt;Idk what I'm doing yet but I'm sure it includes men, friends and alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really been feelin like blogging lately, mostly bc there's nothing going on but me working. I work 6 days a week now. =/ Off every Monday bc I refuseeeeeeeee to work Mondays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting to the point where I dont wanna be in a relationship anymore again. I think it's because Adrian's taking his sweet ass time making shit official. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. He better hurry up. I might just have something lined up.&lt;br /&gt;Thas all I'ma say on that subject though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Edit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Just got off the phone with Adrian and hmm, I think he's stepping it up. :) I'm glad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Epidemk.com, there's a thread my friend Tre started called f***mylife.&lt;br /&gt;So I went on the website &amp; I've been dyingggg.&lt;br /&gt;Here go some :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was masturbating to a girl with huge tits on the internet. I then proceeded to scroll down and found out she has a penis. FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am staying with my grandmother and overheard her having phone sex. FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I slept with this new guy for the first time. After sex, he said the doggie style postion was fun, it reminded him what it would be like to rape a girl. FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had SEXtra-Credit with my spanish teacher after my exams.... I got a C+ on the exam. FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was feeling sick, so I called my boyfriend who lives down the street to come and keep me company. He replied with, "no, I can't come over, I'm busy, I'm playing xbox." FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I almost had an orgasm. Unfortunately, he had one first. FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I'm dying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://fmylife.com&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;,&lt;br /&gt;Ju.ju Bean !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-4735584428806887286?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/4735584428806887286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=4735584428806887286' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/4735584428806887286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/4735584428806887286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/02/counting-downnn.html' title='Counting downnn.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-1187576159431004743</id><published>2009-02-03T00:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:44:10.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I want em!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://us.st12.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/sneakerhead_2035_24594832&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-1187576159431004743?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/1187576159431004743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=1187576159431004743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/1187576159431004743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/1187576159431004743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-want-em.html' title='I want em!'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-9154181376649453255</id><published>2009-01-31T20:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:41:21.507-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I been gone for a minute now..</title><content type='html'>I'm back with an update. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week has been crazyy. I've been sick, killin myself at work and have torn myself into pieces trying to make a certain decision. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked an unexpected double last night and I was EXHAUSTED. I went home and as soon as I got to my bedroom door, my top came off, shoes, then bottoms. I had my tanktop, undies and my socks on and fell out and passed the hell out within 5 minutes of walkin in through the front door.&lt;br /&gt;Monday.. I went shopping.. and spent a TON of money. =/ And I'm STILL spending money. I need to stop. I need to like, give someone else my money to hold for me. I bought soo much shit. I mean I needed the therapy though. Lol. I finally bought my frames.. Dropped another $220 on them alone. =/ My money is GONE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newest additions to my collection:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SYULQpfU7CI/AAAAAAAAAGw/FZ21uRym1AE/s1600-h/Photo0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SYULQpfU7CI/AAAAAAAAAGw/FZ21uRym1AE/s200/Photo0070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297652917314317346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired right now though.. So I'm gonna edit tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;,&lt;br /&gt;Ju.ju Bean !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-9154181376649453255?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/9154181376649453255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=9154181376649453255' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/9154181376649453255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/9154181376649453255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-been-gone-for-minute-now.html' title='I been gone for a minute now..'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SYULQpfU7CI/AAAAAAAAAGw/FZ21uRym1AE/s72-c/Photo0070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-2344657892786450873</id><published>2009-01-23T22:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T22:47:33.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to leave you with..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/25/l_8a76527570c54e8e88e7a9858b3e4b7a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick little update.. Since I'm actually up for a couple of minutes. :) You know I can't stay away from you guys. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my hair cut :) I love it. I'm exhausted. :( I'm gonna try to catch up on rest though on Monday. Everyone feels so neglected bc I haven't been seein anyone. All I've focused my time on is work, money and Adrian. I started at my other job this morning and LOVED it. Time FLEW by. I loved it. Thas it though. I'm goin to sleep. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add me &amp;amp; keep in touch. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/profile.php?id=1372839749"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/profile.php?id=1372839749 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.com/xxjudyannexx"&gt;http://myspace.com/xxjudyannexx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,&lt;br /&gt;Ju.ju Bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-2344657892786450873?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/2344657892786450873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=2344657892786450873' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/2344657892786450873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/2344657892786450873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-to-leave-you-with.html' title='Something to leave you with..'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-1820533013313504540</id><published>2009-01-22T08:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:13:59.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Takin a break.</title><content type='html'>I'm goin on a lil hiatus. :( I'm going to be mad ass busy the next couple of weeks, I work tonight till Sunday, off Monday, then back at it from Tuesday - Friday. The perks of having two jobs. :) Nah, I gotta get my money right from when my baby moves down during the summer.. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm out for now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;,&lt;br /&gt;Ju.ju Bean !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-1820533013313504540?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/1820533013313504540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=1820533013313504540' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/1820533013313504540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/1820533013313504540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/01/takin-break.html' title='Takin a break.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-6728994183481285925</id><published>2009-01-20T19:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:31:50.145-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rin on the Rox. Obama.'/><title type='text'>Amazing.</title><content type='html'>Obama had a GREAT speech. :) They let us go on break during the inauguration, so I didn't totally miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been youtubing lately. These girls are AMAZING. They call themselves Rin on the Rox, from Cali. Both are Filipino, [Rox, the one on the right, is half white.] Amazing ass voices. I'm jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FKjMdldtfNg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FKjMdldtfNg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BmlKcMx3NBk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BmlKcMx3NBk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ho-RaVagVAM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ho-RaVagVAM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one is.. God, I dont even know. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thas it for now,&lt;br /&gt;Goin to the gym. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;,&lt;br /&gt;Ju.ju Bean !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-6728994183481285925?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/6728994183481285925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=6728994183481285925' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/6728994183481285925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/6728994183481285925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/01/amazing.html' title='Amazing.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-5218033496841927009</id><published>2009-01-19T17:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T18:21:55.497-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shiba Inus. Adrian. Bride Wars.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://twentydur.bytez.org/blog/imgs/2007/enero/martin-luther-king.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy MLK Day folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bride Wars is a MUST-SEE movie! :D i loveeeed it. It makes me miss my best friend and my Godbaby, which is her daughter. Actually, I'm gonna call her right now. :) -pfft. Her dumbass baby daddy picked up. -shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Today has not been very productive.. Fell asleep around 6 in the morning, woke up to Adrian's text around 12:45. Was on the phone wit him till around 3:30. I wrote my paper for Marriage and Family. I've been trying to go to sleep since then and obviously, its not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the first part of my job orientation tomorrow at 9 in the morning. It's gonna be boring as hells but shit, getting paid to watch videos all day? I'm not complaining.. Much. Lol. Second part is on Wednesday.. I can't wait to see my work mommy tomorrow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta start looking for schools with a good music program for Adrian. I dont even know where to begin. All I've looked for was their health programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just DIED a million deaths. My bed is right next to my window so I see whoever walks by, right.. Well this dude just yelled out to his dog and it caught my attention, next thing I see is his ass being dragged down the stairs. Hhahahaha. That's a big ass dog though. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of dogs, I've been looking at puppies lately. He's still set on Huskies but I'ma break him. Lol. I want huskies too, but look at this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c0/Fm_shiba_inu_puppy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/d/du/duckquack/738637_shiba_inu.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;They're called Shiba Inus. And well, they look like mini-huskies. I want one! :(&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'Tis all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;♥,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ju.ju Bean !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-5218033496841927009?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/5218033496841927009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=5218033496841927009' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/5218033496841927009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/5218033496841927009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/01/bride-wars-is-must-see-movie-d-i.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-7314695161373529909</id><published>2009-01-19T05:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T05:46:56.741-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halo.'/><title type='text'>Halo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;small&gt;Remember those walls I built&lt;br /&gt;Well baby they're tumbling down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;And they didn't even put up a fight&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;They didn't even make a sound&lt;br /&gt;I found a way to let you in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;But I never really had a doubt&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the light of your halo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got my angel now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I've been awakened&lt;br /&gt;Every rule I had you breakin'&lt;br /&gt;It's the risk that I'm takin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I ain't never gonna shut you out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I'm looking now&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by your embrace&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can see your halo&lt;br /&gt;You know you're my saving grace&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I need and more&lt;br /&gt;It's written all over your face&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can feel your halo&lt;br /&gt;Pray it won't fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo (halo) halo [4 times]&lt;br /&gt;Woah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit me like a ray of sun&lt;br /&gt;Burning through my darkest night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the only one that I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Think I'm addicted to your light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I swore I'd never fall again&lt;br /&gt;But this don't even feel like falling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gravity can't forget&lt;br /&gt;To pull me to the ground again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I've been awakened&lt;br /&gt;Every rule I had you breakin'&lt;br /&gt;The risk that I'm takin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm never gonna shut you out&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I'm looking now&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by your embrace&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can see your halo&lt;br /&gt;You know you're my saving grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're everything I need and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It's written all over your face&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can feel your halo&lt;br /&gt;Pray it won't fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo (halo) halo [5 times]&lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo (halo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I'm looking now&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by your embrace&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can see your halo&lt;br /&gt;You know you're my saving grace&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I need and more&lt;br /&gt;It's written all over your face&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can feel your halo&lt;br /&gt;Pray it won't fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo (halo) halo [8 times] &lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/YIrdbknG63"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/YIrdbknG63" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm completely and utterly inlove with this song, especially with the first verse. It reminds me of my current situation. I haven't felt like this in SOO long and it feels so good. :) He's the reason for the smile. Why I'm always in a happy mood. The fact that he's so far away doesn't even matter anymore. We have till the summer, I know it won't come fast enough, but shit, at this point, I don't care. He's my first thought in the morning, last when I go to bed and stays in my mind all through the day. We got off the phone a little while ago, less than two minutes later, I get a text that says, "I miss you already, asshole." Hahaha. He said I make his friend jealous. Well, she should be. :) Actually, no. Atleast she gets to spend time with him. :(  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like a little girl all geeked about this shit. Lol. But I can't help it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;hearts;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ju.ju Bean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fightfoca.com/"&gt;http://fightfoca.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sign the petition for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-7314695161373529909?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/7314695161373529909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=7314695161373529909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/7314695161373529909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/7314695161373529909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/01/halo.html' title='Halo.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-1282615880570132000</id><published>2009-01-18T13:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:21:28.483-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOCA'/><title type='text'>Freedom of Choice Act.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i38.tinypic.com/2nakz76.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 355px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/2nakz76.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So.. I went to church this morning. :) Yes, I, Judy, went to church. Lol. I'm not even gonna front, I haven't been to church in.. a year? year and a half? smh. Should I just say.. A long ass time. Lol. It feels good to finally get back into church. My main reason was, "Oh, it's too early, I don't have time." I dedicate so much time to school and work, why not an hour and a half, ONCE a week to the ONLY man who's always going to be there for me no matter what? I'm not what you would call 'religious' but God is always first in my book. :) I finally decided to put all my problems in His hands and stopped worrying about it. God won't put an obstacle in front of me that he can't get me through. Life is so much better. Everything has looked up. My mom, little sister and I have a stronger bond than ever, love (or getting there) is going smoothly, school is easy, money is no problem, I still can't sleep at night though. I think it's bc I have insomnia. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The first thing I'd do as president is sign the Freedom of Choice Act. That's the first thing that I'd do." -- Senator Barack Obama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so my last post was basically all for Obama. In church this morning, the priest brought up the subject of FOCA, the Freedom of Choice Act. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for freedom of choice, but to a certain extent. If you're sick, or either you or the baby are going to die if you don't abort, then go for it. But knowing the consequences of your actions - that having sex can AND will eventually lead to a baby - and you don't "want" it, or it's not "the right time", and you get rid of the child? There ARE options. These days, if you're SURE you don't want to keep it, have it, you don't have to go through the adoption papers, you can leave the child at a fire station or at a hospital. This act is basically stating that the people are going to pay taxes so that a mother can have an abortion. Wait. So you want me to pay FOR a girl to kill her baby? No, thank you. FOCA will strike down other laws,both state and federal, that reduce abortions, and will force states to make abortion an easy task. If FOCA is passed, it would mean 125,000 more abortions in the US per year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My roomie is pregnant, my friend is pregnant, and so is three of my co-workers. Four out of six is getting rid of the baby. -sighs. It's sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ju.ju Bean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do me a favor and sign the FOCA petition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fightfoca.com/"&gt;http://www.fightfoca.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-1282615880570132000?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/1282615880570132000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=1282615880570132000' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/1282615880570132000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/1282615880570132000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/01/freedom-of-choice-act.html' title='Freedom of Choice Act.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/2nakz76_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-3558182626481300131</id><published>2009-01-17T00:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T00:28:46.842-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeezy. Nas. Beyonce'/><title type='text'>My President is Black.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="375"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gXtRrTNPFtg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gXtRrTNPFtg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="375" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I found this video on YouTube earlier today, I didn't know they made a video for it. I wasn't gonna post the video till Tuesday but I just learned today that I'm gonna be at a job orientation that day so I'm gonna miss the inauguration. BOO. =/ Plus I figured everyone will post the video that day anyway. So, I'm gonna go ahead and do it now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, I literally just walked through the door and hopped in the bed and logged into my blog. I neglected it yesterday.. Mainly because nothing has really been going on.. Just been working and schoolin. I went to my Nutrition class yesterday and this girl that just had surgery on her knee, fell getting up.. I felt terrible. My professor is SO adorable. He's old as hell, but he's SO cute. I went in the room and he had on some boots right, and he had his pants tucked in them. Loll. Anyway, when the girl fell, he was like, "Yeah, I just had surgery, too, so I know how you feel. I went to get a cap on my tooth but there wasn't enough surface there so they just pulled the whole thing out." I was dyinggg. His shit was so irrelevant. Anyway. I met this dude last Thursday and he gave me his number, I never called him.. I ran into him at school again and he told me he was mad bc I never called.. ....OK?! Lol. He walked me to class so he knew where my first class was.. He said he was looking for me so he could cuss me out. Lmao. Whatever. He was joking.. So he said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My room.. is like a total mess. There's no way to describe it. I took pictures. Lmao. But I won't post em till tomorrow. I'm gonna re-do the whole thing... Well. What I can.. I'm gonna move everything around. I need to buy a longer ethernet cord so it can reach my desk though. I might not need it since I always have my laptop on my bed. But it's terrible. I have clothes every damn where. New clothes, old clothes, clean, worn. It's jus a mess. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/U1tbQ8vKH2/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/U1tbQ8vKH2/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; PADDING-LEFT: 1px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; PADDING-TOP: 1px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #e6e6e6"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FLOAT: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found that song, too and I give MAD props to B for it. Nobody else could've sang it like that. I'm obviously gonna miss that performance, but I think HBO Latino is having a re-run.. Why the Latino channel, I have no clue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's all for now. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ju-ju Bean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-3558182626481300131?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/3558182626481300131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=3558182626481300131' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/3558182626481300131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/3558182626481300131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-president-is-black.html' title='My President is Black.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-7141481730617733848</id><published>2009-01-14T12:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T13:22:31.015-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics. followers. followed.'/><title type='text'>ROLL CALL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For once, I have nothing to talk about. Lol. Well.. I do, but it's boring.. So I made a bloglist.. of blogs that entertain me.. It may be in order.. -shrugs. I was looking through my followers/people I follow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHJ329HTj9E/SU2NsKWozMI/AAAAAAAAAKk/LvjWB77s7_Y/S220/IMG_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://tre305.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tre305.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-UsMCPbiPEI/SVw6f_AVxuI/AAAAAAAAARg/Kdh3cLpGExM/S220/1229646038657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-UsMCPbiPEI/SVw6f_AVxuI/AAAAAAAAARg/Kdh3cLpGExM/S220/1229646038657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://effinrite.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://effinrite.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xoqIXGRthVo/SW21XIWebZI/AAAAAAAAAUs/LPDY9yyldvA/S220/P1020069.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://dawahinereyrey.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dawahinereyrey.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sKL_Fus-ZdQ/SRdPqQ4Ca9I/AAAAAAAAAKU/mB9bVcBrJjQ/S220/DSC01058.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://lifeafterjervis.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lifeafterjervis.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60c7b0-TgEc/SS51YB483VI/AAAAAAAAADw/ajI3zI-6iSg/S220/DSC02898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60c7b0-TgEc/SS51YB483VI/AAAAAAAAADw/ajI3zI-6iSg/S220/DSC02898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feedmekicks.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://feedmekicks.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-akEPNb_Ys/SWPcZZyH8kI/AAAAAAAAAIo/PML7_39vQ_Y/S220/SSPX0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G-akEPNb_Ys/SWPcZZyH8kI/AAAAAAAAAIo/PML7_39vQ_Y/S220/SSPX0201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://blockobama.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://blockobama.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iW-wdsGFXc/SWwp7ju2PiI/AAAAAAAAAgk/N3L7strq-Ls/S220/nae5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iW-wdsGFXc/SWwp7ju2PiI/AAAAAAAAAgk/N3L7strq-Ls/S220/nae5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;h&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilmsnaomie.blogspot.com/"&gt;ttp://lilmsnaomie.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iW-wdsGFXc/SWwp7ju2PiI/AAAAAAAAAgk/N3L7strq-Ls/S220/nae5.jpg"&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_97ilWBDA36k/SVkQF1jaxzI/AAAAAAAAAAw/SWdAXs7LMLI/s1600-R/n592262657_782099_6978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_97ilWBDA36k/SVkQF1jaxzI/AAAAAAAAAAw/SWdAXs7LMLI/s1600-R/n592262657_782099_6978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://ohcouturrre.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ohcouturrre.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaLgjiOeWiI/SWopZ8DSGII/AAAAAAAAAHw/2OIGTCwLgOQ/S220/CAM%2BPICS%2B2%2B019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iaLgjiOeWiI/SWopZ8DSGII/AAAAAAAAAHw/2OIGTCwLgOQ/S220/CAM%2BPICS%2B2%2B019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://coolsk8kid24.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://coolsk8kid24.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_nZZV_S1JY/SWaizLzkcAI/AAAAAAAAAQM/1i7qreGCU8g/S220/n1391461041_30011727_2166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_nZZV_S1JY/SWaizLzkcAI/AAAAAAAAAQM/1i7qreGCU8g/S220/n1391461041_30011727_2166.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thankme-later.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thankme-later.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/48/m_3e1854e7791d42509dfca4374a51413c.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://walkingrlfight.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://walkingrlfight.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To my 33 followers, thanks for following and doing what you do. :) To my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;readers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, thanks for keeping up with me. :) To those I follow, thanks for keeping my ass entertained. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since there's no post, here are some pics. Lol. I was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/15/m_b3d3c33960ec4bbaa99d552d8328e5a8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/5/m_04f8b8ffc204407d84f0c376196997f3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/58/m_4ec8b1b27fcc46709b167058a2c0c70b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/17/m_088d5b1f75644eaeb62b0e3a7bee9b5b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;♥,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ju.ju Bean !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-7141481730617733848?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/7141481730617733848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=7141481730617733848' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/7141481730617733848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/7141481730617733848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/01/roll-call.html' title='ROLL CALL!'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lHJ329HTj9E/SU2NsKWozMI/AAAAAAAAAKk/LvjWB77s7_Y/s72-c/IMG_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-2115744540873946504</id><published>2009-01-12T21:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:50:53.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SO.. How you feelin tonight?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/5/l_222f2aabdaba4ece960f793091e7c928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/5/l_222f2aabdaba4ece960f793091e7c928.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thats how I've felt alllll damn day. =/ Had to take a trip to Lake City to check out the school up there.. OMG. It was like, dead in the middle of the woods, on the way back, I passed the road like 3 times. I was so damn frustrated. Lol. I was waiting for my friend so I had a little photoshoot of myself. :) He took for freakin ever so I had a lot of pics. It's sooo cold outside. I love it. I've been chillin all day. I talked to Adrian earlier. He's been up for more than 24 hours and my poor boo's at work. =/ Atleast he'll sleep good tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got an unexpected phone call from Alvin today. -shrugs. Idk. He misses me and he knows it. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a pounding headache.. again, so I'ma cut it short right here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ju.ju Bean !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-2115744540873946504?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/2115744540873946504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=2115744540873946504' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/2115744540873946504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/2115744540873946504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-how-you-feelin-tonight.html' title='SO.. How you feelin tonight?'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-6273773204510783089</id><published>2009-01-11T23:45:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:28:42.110-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work. School. Pics.'/><title type='text'>New frames...? (Pictures. :] )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SWrP43Y7kWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/yP-LzMlWoHk/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290269288148210018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SWrP43Y7kWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/yP-LzMlWoHk/s400/4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so I met my mother at the mall yesterday, I was mad bored.. So I took some pics.. We went to Macy's and she bought me some lipgloss. :) I love it. We went to Lens Crafters bc I need to get my eyes re-checked TERRIBLY. I found some cute ones but I couldn't find the ones that I really liked so I could take a picture with them on. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First set :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SWrQEwPgOvI/AAAAAAAAAFA/K0fqT0dG-zM/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290269492388051698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SWrQEwPgOvI/AAAAAAAAAFA/K0fqT0dG-zM/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think these were the ones I really liked. they look better in person. They looked lopsided here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290270646835229410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SWrRH85KMuI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Y0BL_FVw8bQ/s320/6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could've sworn I had two pics of these. =/ I really liked these, but idk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; just for shits &amp;amp; giggles :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290271375413123794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SWrRyXDqmtI/AAAAAAAAAFY/G5BodbQScE4/s320/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Hhahahaha. I look like I belong in Harry Potter. &gt;_&lt;&gt;Sooo. My mom came today and cleaned my room. LMAO. I come home and everything's spotless. I was like. WOW. Thanks. :) And before work, we went to Best Buy and bought a new laptop :) It's a Gateway laptop. It's not what I wanted, but it'll work for now. I have to like re-install everything. Boo. After that, I went to work after like 8 days of not being there, I went to see my fave resident and she was like, " :D ! Where you been!! I been missin' you!" Lol. She's soo cute. Her tobacco chewing self. Everything went smooth. I loved the group I worked. :) My friend and I tried to see Bride Wars after work but the movie theater was closed. DF? So I took my ass home and now I'm blogging. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what's going on with me &amp;amp; Adrian. Like I care, but I don't. IDK. I miss him. I can't go from text messaging each other for 14 straight hours to... once or twice a day. -Shrugs. IDK. He said he doesn't have anybody there but it's not like he can prove that. -Shrugs again. I just need something to keep me pre-occupied so I can stop thinkin about it and overanalyzing shit. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thas it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,&lt;br /&gt;Ju.ju Bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-6273773204510783089?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/6273773204510783089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=6273773204510783089' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/6273773204510783089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/6273773204510783089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-frames-pictures.html' title='New frames...? (Pictures. :] )'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SWrP43Y7kWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/yP-LzMlWoHk/s72-c/4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-2350212467772530722</id><published>2009-01-10T17:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T17:45:28.121-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding.'/><title type='text'>Picture Perfect. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SWkiQ0kPfQI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Fg-9KmrtpbA/s1600-h/heather.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289796909707263234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SWkiQ0kPfQI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Fg-9KmrtpbA/s400/heather.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This shit made me so damn emotional. I haven't seen this girl in ages, we were inseparable growing up, but you know how it is when you lose touch with someone. But she looked absolutely BEAUTIFUL in her dress. I held my tears back though. The groom on the other hand, wasn't able to. It was so sweet. All in all. It was a great reception. My boo looked gorgeous. :) I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This event has got me wanting to get married.. ONE DAY. It's within my 1o-yr planner. Who knows.. My chillun' might come before that. I miss Adrian. :( *sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, that's all I've pretty much done all day today.. Met up with old friends from HS during the reception and whatnot.. We didn't stay very long, I should've but I was with my roomie and she didn't know them so I knew she felt uncomfortable, so we left. My friend calls me and tells me the limo driver thought I was cute and gave her his number to give to me. SMH. Lmaooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'll update laterrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;,&lt;br /&gt;Ju.ju bean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-2350212467772530722?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/2350212467772530722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=2350212467772530722' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/2350212467772530722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/2350212467772530722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/01/picture-perfect-3.html' title='Picture Perfect. &lt;3'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SWkiQ0kPfQI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Fg-9KmrtpbA/s72-c/heather.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-2096694838426505878</id><published>2009-01-09T20:18:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:02:58.803-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nails. Love.'/><title type='text'>Different mindset.</title><content type='html'>Pisces: You will get to know a friend on a deeper level today and be pleasantly surprised by what you learn. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289507356085764594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SWga6lROwfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/C4Cpux9CbOI/s320/jdy22.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My hair looked really good today. ♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm goin through the phase I go through during every relationship (even though Adrian and I aren't "together").. Where I feel unsure about him and where we stand. Where I question how I really feel about him and vice-versa.. Ever since HIS cousin broke my heart almost two years ago, I've been like this. Since then, I've been in &amp;amp; out of relationships. I haven't given my heart to anybody else since then and I go through this phase EVERY single time. Don't get me wrong, I'm over Melquoin. And there's no way I'd turn around and be with him again. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;adore&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Adrian. I care for him.. but it's like this DISTANCE shit is KILLING me. Plus, now that he's working again and I'm back in school, there's no time. I understand he's busy, I really do, but still. It takes two seconds to text me and let me know you're thinking of me. I admit, I usually wait for his text messages and I won't text him first, but that's a different story. Lol. But still. :( I just need stability. That's what I really need. I don't wanna go through this again. Everytime I do, I lose the person. I had a heart to heart with one of my friends. I told him EVERYTHING. I needed a guy's point of view.. He said it's because I think like a dude. All I want right now is fun and games and Adrian can't give me that. Adrian has to give me something else because he's far away from me and it can't be what I want. He says what I NEED is someone to love and care for and bring me back into the "love world." Just because his (Adrian's) cousin broke my heart doesn't mean he will. I need to talk to Adrian, I guess and see what's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note. I broke a nail last night and she fixed it for free. :) She redid all of em for free. I love my nail salon person. Even if they talk about my nails in Vietnamese. Lol. But speaking of nails.. I think it's so funny how guys have a fetish for French manicures and pedicures (nails and toes for the dudes) Lol. Kinda like how I love a man in some fresh ass Nikes, mmmm. I was talkin to this dude last night and he was like, "Oh my God. I love your nails. And your toes match them. Thas a huge turn on." Or some shit like that. I was like, "Oh yeah? I love your shoes. *Giggle." (Disclaimer :&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Flirting doesn't hurt, Jervis!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) :) Plus I love how French manis look on a girl. :) I like it simple. I don't like the 3 inch long, multi-colored backscratchers females rock. Don't get me wrong, sometimes I'll do a 360 and get different colors and maybe stripes, buttt damn, lol, IDK how females can handle those long ass fuckers. I think next time I'm gonna go with orange. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Whatever happened to the cute little Max from George Lopez? :( He used to be soooo cute. Now he's goin through puberty. :( I love this damn show. ♥ It's so funny. Lmao. "I thought you were dating a fireman? What is this? Your salute to America's heroes?!" bwahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway. I think that's it for tonight. G'night loves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;Ju.ju Bean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-2096694838426505878?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/2096694838426505878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=2096694838426505878' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/2096694838426505878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/2096694838426505878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/01/different-mindset.html' title='Different mindset.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SWga6lROwfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/C4Cpux9CbOI/s72-c/jdy22.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-4683899908801607495</id><published>2009-01-09T12:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:35:36.134-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new phone. Florida Gators. Football champs.'/><title type='text'>Use your imagination please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Chomped&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sooner&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ass..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Florida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Gator&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;style!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orlandosentinel.com/media/photo/2009-01/44433352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.orlandosentinel.com/media/photo/2009-01/44433352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have NEVER, EVER, EVERRR! been as sick as I was during a game before this one! I don't know WTF was wrong with the boys but damn it took them 3 quarters to find their GAME! Frannie and I went to our co-worker's house to watch it. We bought a bottle or Smirnoff and a bottle of Malibu. Then she had Parrot Bay at the house. She bought hot wings, we brought chips and dip. And. Omg. If my ass wasn't drunk by 2nd quarter. Lol. Anyway. I didn't really expect it to be a blow-out because I wanted to see a "game", but damn, I was sick as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left her house during the 4th quarter and went home to get ready. Didn't do much getting ready trying to finish the game. But then they scored. So I was like. Thank God. And there was no way the Sooners were coming back after that one. :) So Fran and I went out, nobody's out. So I was like, let's just drive down University. And thas where everybodyyyy was. I saw some people I knew from a party and they told us to park and chill with them so I did. I took a video of how crazy it was, but its on my phone, so when I figure out how to upload it, I will. Lmao. There were people everywhere. I had a great night. I wanted to smoke but nobody had anything. I turned around and this dude was smokin a blunt, so I asked for a hit. And he said aright, so I did. Lmaoo. Omg. I was SO zooted. Lmao. We had to leave after that cuz I couldn't stand up. My friend ain't want me to leave but I was like boy. you don't understand! I was walking to my car and this group of dudes just swarmed around me and was like, "Hi. Ms. Asian." You can't do that shit to me when I'm high, it scared me! I was like. Uhm. I'll be back. Lol. Then AJ (my friend) called me. Then he called Demetri (my ex). I want nothing to do with him anymore. Oh. I broke my damn nail! I think I'm gonna go get em painted a different color. :( That shit hurt like a mothafucker. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And I got my new phone and I'm completely inloveeee with it. :) I'm still tryna figure some shit out, but I'm getting there. :D I went shopping a little more yesterday, bought a couple of things. That was it though. I'm going back TODAY. Lol. I need some new jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. I'm gonna end this with a note that says, "I was a really bad girl last night." No explanations. I'll leave it to your imaginations. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ju.ju Bean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-4683899908801607495?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/4683899908801607495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=4683899908801607495' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/4683899908801607495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/4683899908801607495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/01/use-your-imagination-please.html' title='Use your imagination please.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-4681285242698597956</id><published>2009-01-07T21:52:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:12:09.117-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wiz Khalifa. Real World. SHOPPING.'/><title type='text'>Sexy &amp; sultry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CShE-7puPB4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CShE-7puPB4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lol. He's so adorable ♥. Sorry to my boo, &lt;strong&gt;Adrian.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;Wiz Khalifa&lt;/u&gt; is now my Pittsburgh boo.&lt;br /&gt;"&amp;amp; I don't care if you got a PhD, a USB or a DVD..."&lt;br /&gt;lmaoo.&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;strong&gt;devoured&lt;/strong&gt; those grapess. mmmm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sooo. I woke up today, went to the bank and deposited my check from SOS. :) I took out $150 since I still had some money.. Anywayyy. I went to the nail salon. ahhh *sigh. It's my therapy. I've missed my French manis. :( After that.. I went to Old Navy. Whoever sleeps on ON can kick rocks. I love me some ON. I bought some jeans and a couple of shirts. :) I went to the mall, hit up Hot Topic first to see if they had any new To Write Love On Her Arms shirts. And yes they did. But I didn't get it. Lol. I will tomorrow. It was purple and it's cute. Thennn. I go to Spencer's and purchase an "Obama" shirt that I'm rocking tomorrow. :D I was walking to the Gator store, and this dude, this cute ass dreadhead thats SO eyecandy that works at the T-mobile stand was like, "Hey miss." So of course I walk over there. Lol. He was like, "I need your number." I was like. Hmm. Anyway. I told him my phone dilemma and how I'm getting a new one tomorrow. So he was eager to set me up. But I told him I had to wait for my roomie. So I gave him all my info and whatever and I guess we going back tomorrow. He gave me his card, I gave him my number and I will be using that number... for T-mobile purposes. Lol. Anyway. I got to the Gator store to find a shirt to rep my team while they kick ass tomorrow, but I couldn't find a cute one. So I walk out and I was walking past Rave, and you know when that one bag just calls your name like you HAVE to get it, I just glanced at it, and it just like, literally yelled my name. :) So I got it. Tested it. It's cute. I went to pay for it and she was like, "50% off! You can't beat that!" I was like, "Oh really!" and she gave this look and told me she didn't expect me to sound so sexy and sultry. She expected my voice to be higher. Lolll. If someone handed me a dollar everytime I heard that, I'd be so rich. But anyway. So I paid.. Went to the accessories store and as I was paying, I realized the lady from Rave handed me more money than she should've. Oh well. I kept it. I KNOW. I'm terrible. But damn. Time's are hard. On my way to the car, I saw my 4th grade teacher. She's soooo sweet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I get home, checked the mail and I got my invite to one of my best friend's (growing up) bachelorette party on Friday. I'm sooo excited. I gotta get a black dress though. Then Saturday's her wedding. I know Friday night is finna get crazy. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm watching Real World:Brooklyn.. So far we have a dude that I'm used to, outspoken, maybe from the country area, with a girlfriend, an Army man. Then we have a gay dude from Miami. A monster with some nice ass abs. And another dude that may be gay but isn't but definitely dresses like it. A black girl with gorgeous boobs (i want em!) that is attracted to the monster with the nice abs. A girl that has a man at home but used to date women, tattooed, pierced. This cute little white girl that I would usually get annoyed with if she was around me for long. And a TRANSGENDER! This is a first for Real World right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Can't wait till tomorrow! New phone, more shopping then to Brittany's for the championship game! Go Gators!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- Ju.ju Bean!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-4681285242698597956?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/4681285242698597956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=4681285242698597956' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/4681285242698597956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/4681285242698597956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/01/sexy-sultry.html' title='Sexy &amp; sultry.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-2492573820401555024</id><published>2009-01-07T00:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T01:03:27.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ljkhdsgfjhalgfg ! awww. ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SWRCXwibWOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ho5ppaN9Oq0/s1600-h/2rmqjo5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288424838373529826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SWRCXwibWOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ho5ppaN9Oq0/s200/2rmqjo5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww. Usher was my boo growing up! I used to be maddd obsessed with dude. And this picture is just ADORABLE. I miss those Confessions and 8701 days. Back when he was single. I mean shit, I ain't even mind him being with Chili. =/ I was listening to Crazy, Sexy, Cool earlier btw and I can't believe I listened to that nasty stuff when I was that young. Lol. Or that my parents LET me. Haha. I remember when I was going through my little relationship when Confessions came out. That damn CD told our damn relationship. Of course, it ended with "Burn". :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. My roomie/friend finally got the courage to talk to this dude right.. The one she's been crushin on. he plays for the basketball team at school. She sent him an IM through Facebook. And they're talkin or whatever. And he says, "I know your friend Judy. She's in my Marriage and Family class." Which is mad random. He told her to tell me hello and that he hopes I get my new phone soon. [ My professor wanted us to name something unique about us so she can remember us by something. So I told her about how I've had 12 cellphones in the last 4 years and I'm in the process of getting my 13th on Thursday. ] So dude tells her, "And tell her I want to be the first to get her number." So I know she was crushed. I sent him a friend request and he IM'd me. Talking about how he wanted to sit with me in class but he saw a girl on the basketball team, so he's gonna talk to the professor on Thursday to see if he can switch seats. Idk what he was feeding Frannie but it seems like he tryna run game on both of us. Well he pretty much shit outta luck cuz I gots my Pookie. ♥ :] He's nice though. And he's from Africa and has an accent and speaks French. Sexy. Plus he plays basketball. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pJzeQ3Yd7lE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pJzeQ3Yd7lE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On that note, I'm gone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Ju.ju Bean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-2492573820401555024?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/2492573820401555024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=2492573820401555024' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/2492573820401555024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/2492573820401555024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/01/ljkhdsgfjhalgfg-awww.html' title='ljkhdsgfjhalgfg ! awww. ♥'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SWRCXwibWOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ho5ppaN9Oq0/s72-c/2rmqjo5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-3755761030550395427</id><published>2009-01-06T21:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:48:41.658-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoos. piercings. puppies.'/><title type='text'>Be careful what you wish for..</title><content type='html'>..cuz you just might get it. [/PCD] That shit has been stuck in my head ALL day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the CUTEST baby girl today! Makes me want ONE. It's a good thing boo doesn't live too close. hahaha. We want a boy though.. If we EVER get to that level. Actually, we want twin boys. Knock two birds with one stone cuz I want two kids. :) But that little girl was SOO pretty. I wouldv'e taken a picture but my lame ass phone that I right now doesn't even have a camera. =/ God I can't wait till Thursday. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Today has been SUCH a long day. Woke up at 730. First day of classes. I thought it was gonna be easy, just intros. Was I wrong. Lol. My nutrition class.. He started lecture today! I was like.. dsjlghadhgdjfg. Then my Marriage &amp;amp; Family class, I can tell I'm gonna enjoy it to the fullest. My professor is SO loud. She's sooo cuteee. Anyway. After class.. I went to the bank to get some moneyyy. Then went back to the school to take a test. The minimum was 10 and I got a 17. I'm gonna retake it though, it's gonna help me get into the LPN program. Thennnn. we went to the Health Courses meeting for introduction. Was there from 3 - 4:15. Then we went to the bookstore and spent over $400. =/ Then went to a Chinese rest. then to Wal-mart then went home. My friend came over to pick up my old Statistics book and my graphing calculator. He ain't wanna pay so I was nice enough to just let him borrow it. He betta not sell it. Thas MY money! He's so cute though. He was my cuddle buddy during the cold nights. He's always warm. Lol. Now I'm sitting here watching America's Funniest Home Videos. Lol. I loveee this shit. I have to find a funny video for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is ME day! I'm getting pampered. :) Gettin a mani/pedi. I've been needing it. I'm gonna do a little shopping.. I doubt I'll get anything till Thursday though. Anyway. I've been talking to Adrian about future plans. Idk why. My plans never happen. Lol. But wheneverrrr we get together and 'cohabitate', instead of children, we want Huskies. :) I'm sure other than the house my roomie and I plan on renting, that'll be my next biggest purchase. Not like my friend though, paid a stack, A STACK!, for a PUG. A damn PUG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.khoo.name.my/images/puppy/huskyk2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.khoo.name.my/images/puppy/huskyk2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they adorable? We plan on naming them Jay &amp;amp; Mya. :) So we MIGHT be spending a stack on BOTH of em though. Not just one. No. Scratch that. HE'S gonna spend a stack. xD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm so mad I missed the season premiere of Daddy's Girls. And I've been missing House &amp;amp; CSI. Grrr. I'm probably gonna be going on mtv.com for Daddy's Girls though. -Random thought- This lady asked me if I wanted to donate blood. So I was like.. ehm. Idk.. Bc I have a fear of needles. Well, I think it's SHOTS. Bc I can take a tattoo &amp;amp; getting pierced. Speaking of getting pierced. I want my bottom lip done but idk how it'll look with my monroe. =/ Anyway. I walked in the blood mobile and he pulled the syringe out and I just started tearing UP. So I had to walk the hell out. lmao. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I mentioned tattoos. I want two SOON. One of them on my left wrist that says, "Phil. 4:13". So whenever I feel like giving up, I'll read it and be reminded that, "I can do all things in Christ who strengthens me." :) And the other tat behind my ear, a little lower than usual but I want the sun on the Philippine flag and be colored yellow, red &amp;amp; blue. Maybe say "Pinay" under it. Idk yet. I'm gonna draw it and show you guys. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well. I think this is enough for today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-Ju.ju Bean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-3755761030550395427?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/3755761030550395427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=3755761030550395427' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/3755761030550395427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/3755761030550395427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/01/be-careful-what-you-wish-for.html' title='Be careful what you wish for..'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-595729510999033612</id><published>2009-01-05T22:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:57:40.653-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Sex. School. New job.'/><title type='text'>Lack of sex, time and love. :(</title><content type='html'>Okay. So I'm late. Lol. I honestly haven't felt like blogging because I was tired of looking at the same thing, plus I haven't had the internet.. Let's see.. Of course, I welcomed the new year by partying. :) I didn't get drunk though. I worked that night, so we had to rush and get ready right after we got off work at 11:15! :/ This break has been fun. I worked most of the time but I'd rather work than be stuck in class, which starts tomorrow, btw. =/ I'm taking two. Lol. THAT'S IT! Not like 5 with two labs like I did last semester. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long distance relationships suck ASS. Like terribly. :( It's not the fact that I don't know where he is, what he's doing, &amp; shit like that, bc I trust him enough, (plus we're not official yet), it's the fact that I have nobody to come home to anymore. :( I'm used to having someone THERE.. you know? Not that he isn't, but texts and phone calls just isn't enough sometimes. I want him here. But I have no intention of making him MOVE down here especially now that he finally started and got back into school. I'm proud of my bae. :D It's not really hard turning temptation down either. When you have strong feelings for someone and you know he has those feelings for you also, it's easy to turn your head and say no. The worst thing is.. no sex. Damn it. Lol. One of us is going to have to pay a visit.. ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I had an interview today.. Well it was more like a visit, really. It's my old job, the first nursing home I ever worked at.. She was just like, why did you leave? I didn't. I haven't been there in three months so my name wasn't in the system anymore. I was PRN, which was basically whenever I wanted to work. i got to see my work mommy. :) Best part of my day. She was sooo excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, I get paid. Vacation + holiday pay + I just paid rent = BLOW OUT. :D I'm gettin my new phone (and new number). So excited. Next week, financial aid comes in! YAYYY. I need to go shopping! Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishlist. &lt;br /&gt;Where is Tre? He said, "I can have whatever I likeeee[/T.I.]". hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.t-mobile.com/images/products/Samsung_Behold_Rose/250x270MYFAVES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 270px;" src="http://www.t-mobile.com/images/products/Samsung_Behold_Rose/250x270MYFAVES.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next phone. Samsung Behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.karmaloop.com/Vendor/MOB/zoom/MT2-8103-HGRYzoom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 450px;" src="http://www.karmaloop.com/Vendor/MOB/zoom/MT2-8103-HGRYzoom1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this shirt is like uber cute.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.bestbuy.com/BestBuy_US/images/products/8440/8440154_sa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 329px;" src="http://images.bestbuy.com/BestBuy_US/images/products/8440/8440154_sa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New cam. PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thas it for now though.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ju.ju Bean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-595729510999033612?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/595729510999033612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=595729510999033612' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/595729510999033612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/595729510999033612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2009/01/lack-of-sex-time-and-love.html' title='Lack of sex, time and love. :('/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-9221225864602591223</id><published>2008-12-30T15:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T16:07:42.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last post of the year.</title><content type='html'>Reflecting back on 2008, I feel like this is the year where I really learned a lot about myself. :) It's the year I finally got out of my parent's house, the year I got my tattoos and piercings against my parents' wishes, the year I really learned to let go &amp; not give a damn what anybody says. It's been up &amp; down. Especially with my family. This year really put a toll on us. I think my dad is going through a midlife crisis and he doesn't know it. This is the first time in a really long time that my father and I really connected on another level. I think it's being away from each other that did it. My mother and I on the other hand, are just like we always are. Arguing one minute, joking around the next. :) Relationship wise, this year.. SUCKED. I still have that guard up that I'm terrified of letting down. I'll let it down one day.. and maybe for Adrian. :) School.. I didn't do too well. I think it was the freedom and basically the fact that I took so many damn classes. IDK what made me do it. And it's not just that there were so many, but I took all hard ones. I ended up dropping A&amp;P2. And I won't talk about the rest. This year I decided for myself about what I wanted to do in life. And that's to go to LPN school and MAYBE go back to RN depending on how I like being an LPN, but I will NEVER just settle for LPN. I have lost contact with some of my best friends that I literally grew up with throughout school. My best friend EVER is getting married January 10th and all I got was an invitation to go to it. I admit that it was my fault for letting her go, but I guess we all learn from our mistakes and move on. Thinking of the past has made me realize what I've missed because I never made that effort to see how a friend is doing and where she is in life. I miss my girls. :( Today is my Goddaughter's FIRST birthday and where am I? Stuck in Gainesville, in bed, sick as hell. I have missed so many opportunities because I never learned how to hold my tongue. Sure, speaking your mind is good for you, but what about to the other person? I've never considered the other party's feelings. This year, I reunited with one of the best girls in my life, Frances Coarsey. My roommate, one of my closest friends. I honestly don't know what I would do without this girl. We have made sooo many memories, cried with each other countless times and laughed twice as much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2009, my resolutions are to better myself and to get back in contact with those that I grew up with. I'm going to learn not to take who or what I have in my life for granted. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has had a wonderful 2008 and have fun with 2009. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=9221225864602591223&gt;Leave ur thoughts? [Click here]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-9221225864602591223?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/9221225864602591223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=9221225864602591223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/9221225864602591223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/9221225864602591223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-post-of-year.html' title='Last post of the year.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-1966546865781262466</id><published>2008-12-24T00:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T00:33:43.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No title. =/</title><content type='html'>So. Today I pretty had ENOUGH of my roommate. I wake up to the door being shut full force. It shook the whole damn house and she tells me there's something wrong with the damn door? No. PLUS. She comes crying to me every damn night about his damn boy but she keeps putting herself in that damn predicament. (I used damn in that sentence three times. =/ ) I told her, I don't want any part of that shit anymore. It's none of business and she needs to do what she does and do it without me. So, we ended on bad terms and she approaches me at work. She cried. Of course, I listened. I hate seeing my best friend cry. I can't stand it. Idk what to do with her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't talked to Adrian in like days. I been at work. &amp;amp; His phone's fucked up and I guess he can't borrow someone's phone to call me and see if I'm still alive. Whatever. I decided that a relationship is probably not the best thing for me right now. I would LOVE to have Adrian in my life like that, but he's gonna have to just step it up. I'm tired of this shit. Like I dont know if he's okay or not. He usually catches me on Facebook IM. But yesterday he said like two words and disappeared. And today, I worked. *sigh. Idk anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was AWFUL today! from 2:45 - 5 was TERRIBLE. It drug on foreverrrr. And I had an easy group so it was really slow. After 7 though, it was a breeze. Brittani and I actually spoke to each other. She showed me pictures she found when we were 15.. We were in orlando for spring break. &gt;_&lt; Terrible. That's all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow is Christmas Eve. :) I get paid tomorrow. Rent check though so I'm not that excited. BUTTT I get to spend the day with my mommy and my little sister. :) My dad's in the Philippines so he's out the picture. My mom's making me cook tomorrow. I guess I'll cook some chicken wings. Lol. It should be fun. I know there will be SOME type of arguing but other than that, everything should be okay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone a &lt;b&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back on to edit b4 New Years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Juju beaN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=1966546865781262466&gt;Leave ur thoughts? [Click here]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-1966546865781262466?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/1966546865781262466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=1966546865781262466' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/1966546865781262466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/1966546865781262466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-title.html' title='No title. =/'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-7349624886922598761</id><published>2008-12-22T00:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:55:32.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow. I miss those days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/brvzBEDD938&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/brvzBEDD938&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I was youtubing.. and I came across this video. I miss Tyrese.  and it makes me miss my old relationship. Not my ex. but my relationship. I miss having that stability and someone loving me, someone that cared for me like I cared for him. Someone to come home to after school, out on weekends, and just having that company.. The phone calls that lasted for hours. Which I get with Adrian.. whenever he can get ahold of a phone that is.. Right now, BOTH our phones are trippin. Imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I want my 3rd tattoo soon. Either my wrist or behind my ear. I want the sun on the Filipino flag on me. :) Show my true colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;Ju-ju Bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;amp;postID=7349624886922598761"&gt;Leave ur thoughts? [Click here]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-7349624886922598761?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/7349624886922598761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=7349624886922598761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/7349624886922598761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/7349624886922598761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow-i-miss-those-days.html' title='Wow. I miss those days.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-7874576819535249752</id><published>2008-12-20T00:54:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T01:23:44.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Females.</title><content type='html'>Is it just me or are females getting dumber by the minute? These days, I have never known for this many females to be as fake as they are now. They're either that or just plain scary as hell. I'm not gonna hold my tongue for ANYBODY except if it'll stoop me down to your low ass level. Tonight, one of my nurses wanted to come to me and my other coworkers and talk shit about our job? What?! CNAs NEVER receive the credit they deserve, NEVER. And you wanna overhead page us and tell us to come to the "glass room" and talk down to us like you're my damn supervisor? Tellin us the rooms are unpresentable and the nourishment room's a mess? You took the time to fucking look at it and call us in the room and "lecture" us about this shit while YOUR ass could've fuckin cleaned it up YOUR DAMN SELF. Like CNAs don't have enough to worry about, you expect me to act like a damn housekeeper too? That shit is NOT in my job description. She's the type of person to turn on your ass too in a quick ass second. That's why I never once fucked with your ass, my roommate might have been oblivious to your bullshit, but you can't fool me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another mistake females tend to make, HUGE mistake, is when they catch they man creepin, WHY oh WHY do you ALWAYS approach the female? YOU NEVER approach the damn female. It makes you look like a dumbass first of all. And second, it lets other people know you can't hold on to whats is "yours." Call ME a fucking bitch on Facebook. Girl please. If you only knew. AND he wasn't even tryna creep. Your bitch ass had him delete me bc u were fucking JEALOUS? Me and his ass go way fuckin back. Work on your fuckin insecurities. That's why your ass got dumped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing, girls love to give out 2nd or even third chances. That's just a 2nd chance to get yourself hurt again. I like to learn after the first time. Once in a blue moon, I'll do it, I'll be honest.. But come on, every damn relationship though? Not even just relationships, but with every damn thing. I hateee seeing my friends hurt. I'm usually cool with  a person a friend dates until they start showing signs like your gonna hurt my girl or some shit. Then IF you do it and SHE gives you a 2nd chance, don't expect the same treatment from me. I'm sorry I'm not as stupid as she is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUt anyway. Idk if you can tell or not. Today hasn't been wonderful. I'm supposed to be asleep since I've been tired as fuck all day.. But that's not gonna happen. I need clothes to pack since I'm going home tomorrow and I have nothing. So I'm cleaning along with the laundry. I hate folding my clothes though. Anyway. I got two loads done, waiting on the third one, and there's another one after that. Lol. I know. It's like 3 weeks worth! But Anyway. I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp; my girl La'Quisha FINALLY had her baby! :D I'm so excited. Can't wait to meet her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;Ju-ju Bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=7874576819535249752&gt;Leave ur thoughts? [Click here]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-7874576819535249752?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/7874576819535249752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=7874576819535249752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/7874576819535249752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/7874576819535249752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2008/12/females.html' title='Females.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-1263235074183238832</id><published>2008-12-19T09:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T10:19:15.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting Temptations.</title><content type='html'>What a night. :) Work was wonderful. Easy as 1,2 and fuckin 3. :D Right after work, I got a call from Wally. We had soo much to catch up on. while I was on the phone with him this dude from work blew my phone up. Idk how he got my number but yeahhhh. he ain't gettin my new one. anywayy. So, I'm talkin to Wally, lettin him know how much he hurt me and whatever whatever, Alton calls me, didn't pick up, so he texts me. COME ON! So I'm talkin to Wally again, Alvin calls once, no pick up, calls back, so I picked up. He said he wanted to come over and talk. So I said, Ok. Get back on the phone with Wally, let him know whats going on, he gets mad. What the hell gave him the right to get mad, I don't fuckin know. (When all this was goin on, Adrian was asleep. Stayed up for 24 hrs and passed out) Anyway, so Alvin comes over, we chill, watch TV, he asks me what was wrong bc I was so distant. I showed him my wallpaper, it was Adrian. We talked about him for a minute. Then I went and laid in bed and he gets in or whatever. We sit watchin TV and I told him I've missed him, he said the same thing. But I told him it wasn't the same anymore. I was tired of his shit and I moved on. I guess he was willing to accept that. We fell asleep &amp; he covered me up in the middle of the night and gave me a kiss on the cheek and turned over and went to sleep, I was pretending to still be sleep. Idk. I still enjoy his company but it's not like how it used to be anymore. I mean don't get me wrong, I was hella tempted cuz Alvin has that good sex, but, I can't do it to Adrian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little update for ya`ll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i43.tinypic.com/ibhrf5.png&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;Ju-ju Bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=1263235074183238832&gt;Leave ur thoughts? [Click here]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-1263235074183238832?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/1263235074183238832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=1263235074183238832' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/1263235074183238832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/1263235074183238832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2008/12/fighting-temptations.html' title='Fighting Temptations.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/ibhrf5_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-3526840579876858690</id><published>2008-12-18T02:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T03:28:44.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All better. :)</title><content type='html'>I was in the ABSOLUTE worst mood today.. I tried to sleep it off some more but I couldn't fall asleep. I guess I had an attitude towards Adrian and he could tell. I worked at 7 till 11. Four damn hours and it was a wreck. I should have just stayed home. I talked with one of my favorite residents (shh. we're not supposed to play faves) about my situation. She completely understood. :) She listened through my school story, Adrian story, work.. whatever else. I felt SO much better after. When we got off, Frannie and I went and hooped a little bit. That made me feel a ton better. Then Adrian always makes me smile with his lame ass pick up lines that come outta nowhere. We were talkin about something and out the blue he just texted, "I lost my heart." I'm thinkin, "Oh Lord. Wtf is going on now." So I was like.. "What?" He said, "Can I have ures." &gt;_&gt; Then he hit me with the F CK all I need is U shit. I had to let him know how lame that one was. &lt;br /&gt;Anywayy. We went to Wal-Mart and like, split up and just started RUNNING towards the Sporting Goods section looking for a volleyball. I won. :) In ur face, Frannie! Lol. My short were falling off and shit. Anyway. Yeah. The night was better. I took more pics. :) Here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1284/123/21/1372839749/s1372839749_30188688_5616.jpg&gt;&lt;img src=http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1284/123/21/1372839749/s1372839749_30188685_5098.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1284/123/21/1372839749/s1372839749_30188687_5437.jpg&gt;&lt;img src=http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1284/123/21/1372839749/s1372839749_30188686_5272.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enlarged versions on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm goin to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;G'night peoples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;Ju-ju Bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=3526840579876858690&gt;Leave ur thoughts? [Click here]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-3526840579876858690?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/3526840579876858690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=3526840579876858690' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/3526840579876858690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/3526840579876858690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-better.html' title='All better. :)'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-2736857902916404824</id><published>2008-12-17T15:05:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T15:39:13.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too good to be true..</title><content type='html'>I knew it. I knew something was gonna go wrong. I FUCKING KNEW IT. Adrian missed a little detail.. No huge detail. I asked him how his placement test went (he finally decided to go back to school), he said he had to take it tomorrow bc it was full. And then he said, his other test is on Friday. What other test? The ASVAB. That fucking test. He wants to join the National Guard. No, he's GOING to the National Guard. I can't fucking do this. My ex is a Marine. That's exactly WHY he's my ex. He's in JAPAN. Like. I have NO words for him right now. He doesn't know the military upsets me. Bc I never thought he would be one to join the military. FOUR of my girls are involved in military relationships. It's fucking HARD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pause. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh. If that's what he really wants to do, I have no choice but to support him. He's my boo and I have to be there for him. It'll be hard for me but I can't be selfish. He said it's gonna help him get outta Pittsburg, guess I wasn't enough. But whatever. I'm done being upset over this. Fact is, I'll let him do what he wants to do and I'll support him no matter what. Isn't that what I'm for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v377/16/65/569891482/n569891482_1141697_6739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v377/16/65/569891482/n569891482_1141697_6739.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atleast I still have her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;Ju-ju Bean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=2736857902916404824&gt;Leave ur thoughts? [Click here]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-2736857902916404824?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/2736857902916404824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=2736857902916404824' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/2736857902916404824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/2736857902916404824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2008/12/too-good-to-be-true_17.html' title='Too good to be true..'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-7591123171911132043</id><published>2008-12-17T02:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T03:30:56.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom..</title><content type='html'>I had an absolutely slow ass day.. One of my residents passed last night. i believe her husband is gonna follow shortly.. Just because she was his world. There's this thing at my job, where patients/residents die in threes. We've had two pass, we're waiting for the last one. Uhm. I had a photoshoot in the bathroom at work just bc I was so bored. Lmao. I work the rest of this week and off the weekend and Monday! Whoo! I'll prolly pick up Monday though. :) I gotta get my money. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Other than it being slow, Shay was there to help make it.. interesting. Lol. I always laugh with her. Plus my residents were AWESOME! :) I talked to my Pookie when I got home. Called out the blue. First I was textin him, all of a sudden my phone rang. :D He's great. Anyway. Here's the pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;Ju-ju Bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They small, I know. Get on Myspace or Facebook to view em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/22/m_54cd403cebff4c66a0b6d74105edf1df.png&gt; &lt;img src=http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1284/123/21/1372839749/s1372839749_30187846_9452.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src=http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1284/123/21/1372839749/s1372839749_30187844_8973.jpg&gt; &lt;img src=http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1284/123/21/1372839749/s1372839749_30187843_8762.jpg&gt; &lt;img src=http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1284/123/21/1372839749/s1372839749_30187842_8524.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=7591123171911132043&gt;Leave ur thoughts? [Click here]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-7591123171911132043?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/7591123171911132043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=7591123171911132043' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/7591123171911132043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/7591123171911132043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2008/12/boredom.html' title='Boredom..'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-114128150408092</id><published>2008-12-16T05:11:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T05:36:20.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not bad..</title><content type='html'>So this is my first official attempt at my OWN layout. It has flaws but like I said it's my first. I like it. :D I have a lot of editing to do.. especially with the links and shit.. I will put everyone's up! and i gotta put my music up too.. boo. i forgot about that. Anyway. I need sleep. its 5:15 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick update..&lt;br /&gt;Adrian asked my ex/his cousin, Melquoin if it was okay if he started "talkin" to me. I thought it was wonderful of him to do so. Any other dude wouldn't have given a shit. But Mel said he didn't care. So now, Adrian and I BOTH feel SO much better about the situation. FINALLY heard his voice for the first time in a week! I been missing it. He's so good to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random shout out to my bew, Amber.&lt;br /&gt;I loveeeee yousss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random pic of the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/2/l_b2464c2ef1f24786bffae46c2384e540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/2/l_b2464c2ef1f24786bffae46c2384e540.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That's my Pookie.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;*sigh.&lt;br /&gt;His small ass. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;Ju-ju Bean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=114128150408092&gt;Leave ur thoughts? [Click here]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-114128150408092?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/114128150408092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=114128150408092' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/114128150408092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/114128150408092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-bad.html' title='Not bad..'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-1307544775897988662</id><published>2008-12-15T12:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T13:00:47.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If it's not you, oh no thank you.</title><content type='html'>This has been a LONG ass weekend.. Just bc I worked. Lol. Saturday, Frannie and I bought a bottle of watermelon smirnoff, a bottle of parrot bay, and kahlua mudslides. Gotdamn. If we weren't fucked up by the time we were out. And I was crunk. CRUNK. As soon as I walked in the club. I didn't even look around to see who was in there, Lol. We walked to the dance floor or whatever, someone grabs my ass. I turn around to punch someone in the face and it's my damn ex. I was likee Hellll nah. I gave him a hug and what not. I walk away, someone else slaps my ass, so I turned again, it's my ex's friend that wanted to holla at me. I was like, OH GOD. SO I walk away again, someone grabs my arm, I turn around, it's my ex's neighbor that he never liked that WANTED to get with me. LMAOOO. Gave him a quick hug and asked me how I was and shit. Said I forgot all about him. Shit. If you still in Chiefland, you pretty much out of my life. I left anything and everything back there except my baby momma and my Goddaughter. Lol. Anyway. We had a good ol time. We shook a little ass, drank a couple of drinks and almost got involved in another fight after the club. Hey, I mighta left Chiefland but them boys STILL my boys. I was talkin to my ex or what not and all of a sudden, his friend started cussin at some ho. So I was all in it, drunk and shit. I told the bitch to STFU. She got in MY damn face. This bitch standin at Five fucking ELEVEN with her damn heels on, and I was like at what, 5'5. Lol. (stfu Amber). So we all yellin and HER boy come around the corner talkin about what's "finna pop". He was cute as fuck, I looked at Fran, I pushed the bitch's ass out the way and was like, "How youuu doin?" Lmaoo. I got yelled at for that but I ain't give a damn, I was feelin good and his ass was lookin TOO good.&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyy. I got home, texted my baby, to see what he was up to. He was in the studio workin hard as always. :) I asked him what the deal really was with us and all that shit. He told me. He said, I know it feels like he neglects me but he's just busy with his music and his brothers. He's got like 7. Lol. He said he was gonna talk to his cousin and if there's a problem then he's gonna be torn because he loves his cousin. I'm not the one to come in between family like that, so if there IS a problem, I'm gonna leave it alone. And I told him that. It's never been me and it won't be. That's like when Alvin almost came in between me and my Quisha. Even if I tried to deny the fact that we were friends and said we were only acquaintances, I felt guilty as fuck and Alvin was my boo, but had to let it go. Friends always come first. Speaking of the motherfucker, his ass called me last night. This was the convo. "What r u doing?" Me: "Watchin tv. Whas up?" Alvin:"same thing." and that was it. I was like. Uhm. Why do u call me and not say anything? So we chatted a lil bit more and his ass said he was gonna go to sleep. Boo texted me around 3 or 4 and said he was drunk as hell and was on the home from the bar and was tellin me goodnight &amp;amp; shit.&lt;br /&gt;I just updated the whole wkend in that last paragraph. Lol. Oh and I worked last night too. :D&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably pick up wednesday night cuz I need my moolah. :) I'm tryna get a new phone and this regular paycheck ain't helpin nada. I'm going to my dad's house to pick up some money today tho. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;Ju-ju Bean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-1307544775897988662?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/1307544775897988662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=1307544775897988662' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/1307544775897988662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/1307544775897988662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-its-not-you-oh-no-thank-you.html' title='If it&apos;s not you, oh no thank you.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-6674004008435072185</id><published>2008-12-13T02:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:56:39.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tebow for President.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay. Maybe not. But atleast for the Heisman again. :D Two years in a row? Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 411px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1200/123/21/1372839749/n1372839749_30183114_6179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work was terrible. I wish I could've left earlier.. But I didn't. My friend now works there, YAYYY. We had A&amp;amp;P2 together.. She`s mad cool. I love her to deaf!, not death, but deaf! Lol. I'm excited for the Heisman thing at 8 in the morning. I'm not gonna watch it, obviously.. but Frannie will, so she'll let me know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway. I don`t know what this boy has done to me but for the first time in like.. 3 years, I'm jealous. And not like, jealous jealous.. but like OD jealous. I think it's because he's so far away and just wayyy out of reach. It`s killing me. Like I guess I shouldn't worry.. BUT I AM. We're making future plans to be together and whatnot, he's in my inbox ALL THE TIME, but it's like. When he's not there, I get to thinking negatively! IDK WHY. I've never done this before. Not over a dude. I'm waiting for my phone to ring.. well vibrate cuz its on well, vibrate. Ugh. I dont fucking KNOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need Amber. Like terribly. Maybe I'm starting my monthly cycle (for the mens that read this). Maybe thats why I'm so emotional. Damn it Amber. I remember that shit now. lmao. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ju-ju Bean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6015296345384894841-6674004008435072185?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/6674004008435072185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=6674004008435072185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/6674004008435072185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/6674004008435072185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2008/12/tebow-for-president.html' title='Tebow for President.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-4945623937445941835</id><published>2008-12-11T01:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:02:34.926-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber. Adrian.'/><title type='text'>you know the deal..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/important_life_lesson.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/important_life_lesson.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it.. Another study break! This time, it's for Statistics. :[ My last one though. I'm sitting here programming everything I can into my calculator. Lol. Like I told Amber, I wish this shit had a QWERTY keyboard. &gt;_&lt; I love this little study room. I think I'm gonna start coming here when I need a break. Yeah, I'm gonna do that. Since I can't go to the river and to my little spring these days.&lt;br /&gt;Anywayy. It's official. Adrian is the sweetest thing in the whole world. :] Earlier today, I was totally out of it. He texts me askin me what I was up to, I was studying a little bit.. I started early. Poor Pookie is running on no sleep, which is worse than me. Usually he's been keepin me company, but since his phone's wack, he hasnt been able to call me. :/ Just texts and IMs. He told me today that I'm his wallpaper on his laptop. Aws. -blushes. And that I pop in his mind all day and he's always lookin at my pictures. :) Distance is a fucking WHORE. I hate her. But yeah. He's so damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;Alvin called me tonight on his way to football practice like he used to always do.. We were talking and whatever and he asks me when can he take me to dinner. Uhm. Never? Lol. Just not feelin him like I used to.. AT ALL. Yeah, we're cool.. But just as friends. Like I told Amber, his ass is sprinting! Lmfaoo.&lt;br /&gt;Speakin of bew. Her ass had me DYINGGG tonight. lmfao. Talkin bout how she got a 1 out of 5 on her Stats test. lmaoo. Me &amp;amp; her are goin thru the same shit right now. So I'm just glad I have someone who can relate to me. We kinda fell out awhile back, but we back bitches! She`s like my e-sister/e-bestie again. lolol.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway. Let me get back to programming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;Ju-ju Bean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-4945623937445941835?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/4945623937445941835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=4945623937445941835' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/4945623937445941835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/4945623937445941835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-know-deal.html' title='you know the deal..'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015296345384894841.post-5403712868661462713</id><published>2008-12-10T01:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:05:13.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another break.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/ST-GPXKmGDI/AAAAAAAAADI/9ZMgfQobHkw/s1600-h/angular_momentum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 128px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/ST-GPXKmGDI/AAAAAAAAADI/9ZMgfQobHkw/s200/angular_momentum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278084886776125490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Another study break at 1 in the morning. I took another half of the energy shot bc I was gettin sleepy. I'm in this room again alll by myselfff. Anyway. I got my job back today. She kept askin me the same question over and over. And I told her the truth. What do I have to lie about? Nada! Anyway. I literally passed out when I got home today.. For 7 hours! I fell asleep at 4:45 this morning. Not that I was still up studying but this energy shot had me up all damn night. Lol. It's cute though. A &amp;amp; I fell asleep at the same time. Texting &amp;amp; shit. He's so sweet. I told him he had me gigglin and cheesin and he said, "I wish I culd make u smile forever." Aw, shucks. :D He was asleep for 11 hours though. But his ass be up foreverrr. I'm textin him now and I bet when i finally get up in the morning, he'll still be up. After tomorrow though, I'll have one more exam on thursday, which is Statistics, the one I have to ace. Then I go back to work that night. So I know, I'll be supertired for the rest of the week. I picked up an extra shift on Friday so I cant sleep then and we're going out on Saturday. So Sunday night/Monday will be my catch up time!&lt;br /&gt;I keep zoning out. Lol. I'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;let me get back to studying.&lt;br /&gt;Hawler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;Ju-ju Bean !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015296345384894841-5403712868661462713?l=xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/feeds/5403712868661462713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015296345384894841&amp;postID=5403712868661462713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/5403712868661462713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015296345384894841/posts/default/5403712868661462713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjudyybooty.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-break.html' title='Another break.'/><author><name>♥ Judy M. ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08844273592611606139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/SgBraZuSrUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/URswVndc0rI/S220/yelllow.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yxXc-o5oatA/ST-GPXKmGDI/AAAAAAAAADI/9ZMgfQobHkw/s72-c/angular_momentum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
