<?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-1069043503799635648</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:09:16.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life....</title><subtitle type='html'>No bullshit, just my thoughts.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chocolate_krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18048022293351183610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/SybI6o5VjqI/AAAAAAAAABI/KmNZFuVs9tk/S220/croppedkrys.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069043503799635648.post-7374291450033004096</id><published>2010-09-17T07:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T07:28:46.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dazed and Confused</title><content type='html'>So, I am a shit talker. I make no excuses for that. I say what I want and usually mean what I say. Recently, I got involved in some high school drama while on Facebook. Now, I always thought Facebook was supposed to mean, you post things on people's wall or pages and they respond back to you... When did all this petty shit come into play? I am not an internet gangster. I am a grown-up. I can back up what I say. So, when I see a coward delete my posts or take offense to what is on the internet, I have no choice but to laugh out loud. You are the one being manipulated sir. Can't keep wanting what you cant have.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywhoo, that is enough time I will spend on those who don't matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Friday and I am loving it!! Another weekend I will spend at home not doing a damn thing! I was actually thinking about re-arranging some things, though who knows. I got homework to do.... This math class is getting on my LAST nerve! Since I signed up for the real world before I went to college, I know for a fact that I wont need to know most of this shit to get by in life. So I think that is what frustrates me the most. I have been posting alegbraic equations to my co-workers all week and they seem to get a kick out of solving them! I will leave you with this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40(5+87)9/5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Solve That! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069043503799635648-7374291450033004096?l=journalofarealist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/feeds/7374291450033004096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2010/09/dazed-and-confused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/7374291450033004096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/7374291450033004096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2010/09/dazed-and-confused.html' title='Dazed and Confused'/><author><name>chocolate_krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18048022293351183610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/SybI6o5VjqI/AAAAAAAAABI/KmNZFuVs9tk/S220/croppedkrys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069043503799635648.post-842086608441188264</id><published>2010-09-02T06:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T06:45:44.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Funnies</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/GdaYWd5XLhc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=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-nocookie.com/v/GdaYWd5XLhc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am always amazed about what I will find on YouTube. Enjoy this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the original&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/ic7KH1PpbMY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=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-nocookie.com/v/ic7KH1PpbMY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/1069043503799635648-842086608441188264?l=journalofarealist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/feeds/842086608441188264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2010/09/thursday-funnies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/842086608441188264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/842086608441188264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2010/09/thursday-funnies.html' title='Thursday Funnies'/><author><name>chocolate_krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18048022293351183610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/SybI6o5VjqI/AAAAAAAAABI/KmNZFuVs9tk/S220/croppedkrys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069043503799635648.post-7115081867409329344</id><published>2010-09-01T11:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T11:29:50.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Glamour Wednesday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/TH5xQlcDmDI/AAAAAAAAACs/BAosNUebBqY/s1600/carolsdaughter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511967523689699378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/TH5xQlcDmDI/AAAAAAAAACs/BAosNUebBqY/s320/carolsdaughter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a huuuuge fan of Carol’s Daughter! I have used her hair products when I was natural and now that I have a relaxer. I want to put you all on to this. This hairdress can be used with wet or dry hair. What I like to do is take some and put it in my hair when I have washed it and when I do a dry wrap before I go to bed at night. It will leave your hair a little wet, though when you wake up, it will be silky! Check it out for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some of Marguerite's Magic for Hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Carols’s Daughter&lt;br /&gt;No parabens, petroleum, mineral oil or artificial color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carolsdaughter.com/"&gt;www.carolsdaughter.com&lt;/a&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/1069043503799635648-7115081867409329344?l=journalofarealist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/feeds/7115081867409329344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2010/09/glamour-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/7115081867409329344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/7115081867409329344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2010/09/glamour-wednesday.html' title='Glamour Wednesday!!'/><author><name>chocolate_krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18048022293351183610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/SybI6o5VjqI/AAAAAAAAABI/KmNZFuVs9tk/S220/croppedkrys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/TH5xQlcDmDI/AAAAAAAAACs/BAosNUebBqY/s72-c/carolsdaughter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069043503799635648.post-951768957728782755</id><published>2010-09-01T10:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T11:04:20.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl, you are as fake as your weave....Or are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; conversation really inspired me to once again come out of blog coma and write about the current state women are in with our so- called "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fakeness&lt;/span&gt;". Is it misleading when you meet a man and have weave down your back, 3 inch heels on and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wonderbra&lt;/span&gt;?  (Luckily, your girl never had those small titty issues, I was always blessed.) Though, I can see where a man will call a woman fake, based on the outer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;appearance&lt;/span&gt; we try to hard to present. Though fellas, give us a break! It's a dog eat dog world out there and women out number the fellas.... So if I gotta prop my girls up or get them surgically enhanced, chemically straighten my hair... to look good then so be it! Look at the magazines, models and TV, natural &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sistas&lt;/span&gt; are NOT what you desire. Though I am not saying those women aren't beautiful. I once wore my natural hair for a year, men AND women alike were looking at me as if I joined a cult. So what is it? You will have your "self- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;righteous&lt;/span&gt;" brothers who want a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sista&lt;/span&gt; in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Dashiki&lt;/span&gt; just to prove a point and then you have your men who will &lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt; be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;seen&lt;/span&gt; with a model chick. To each their own? Or is it something deeper? Are women who get weaves, perms or booty pop panties any worse than a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sista&lt;/span&gt; who has braids? Or is it the person INSIDE that counts? Why do we as women let society or a man tell us what is beautiful?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069043503799635648-951768957728782755?l=journalofarealist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/feeds/951768957728782755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2010/09/girl-you-are-as-fake-as-your-weaveor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/951768957728782755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/951768957728782755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2010/09/girl-you-are-as-fake-as-your-weaveor.html' title='Girl, you are as fake as your weave....Or are you?'/><author><name>chocolate_krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18048022293351183610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/SybI6o5VjqI/AAAAAAAAABI/KmNZFuVs9tk/S220/croppedkrys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069043503799635648.post-6161387843751368310</id><published>2010-07-14T17:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T17:14:42.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All in the Family</title><content type='html'>So, in my blog hiatus I have been doing a lot of family bonding… Not much, though enough to know that I am surrounded by dysfunctional people who usually have my best interests at heart. I am really lucky to know both my mother and father. Something as normal as that in my life has been the turmoil and source of anger in most young people’s life. There are times in which I would have traded them both in for a new model, though I am so glad that in the end, I am blessed to have Ron’s style and Diane’s quick wit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, why do so many of us who have families see each other so infrequently? Why is it that I have family in LA, Chicago and Seattle that I see once very blue moon?  If even that really…. My family is so big, that I actually have family within a family. I have members who are not blood, yet are still a part of me and are very much of the same tree. (That rhymed…not on purpose.) I have friends that I grew up with like family and I have either lost touch or plain don’t see them at all. Yet, even those who are not blood related have shaped me into who I am. Why not keep up with these folk? Is it easier to call a girlfriend for the latest news, instead of a cousin or sister? Is it the age gap? I have no idea. Really, these questions have no answer, at least none that I can answer truthfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenario came up today when a coworker of mine heard me say that a certain celebrity “twin connection” were my cousins. Now, they are not blood related, though when we were younger, you couldn’t have told us that. We got into loads of trouble and were very close. I even wanted to move to their house! Though, as we were older, the calls stopped and the communication really dwindled. I would see them on TV and become extremely excited, though sad, as I knew that was my only way of “Keeping Up” with what they were doing. This is one of the reasons why I didn’t like California, not because of lack of phone calls from family, because of that “Hollywood” mentality and the “who you know” way of life. This is the reason I believe we lost touch. I am now the equivalent to the county bumpkin cousin of the now famous actresses……….. how uncool. Though, dammit I am pretty much in the know, I club, party and bullshit, I am fairly attractive, nobody you would be ashamed of… lol yet, no calls. This actually goes for all the people who I knew and no longer speak with in LA LA land. Can it be that we have all changed so much that NONE of us can relate to one another? What gives? Maybe I should reach out first? Though, no that would look desperate and I’m pretty sure most would think I am buttering them up to borrow money. So what do I do? Is it safe to say that in life, people come and go for a reason? Is that acceptable for family? Friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess until then, I will keep living my life and embrace those who are immersed in it fully. Why throw yourself upon people who may be too busy for you? Then again, maybe I will make the first step and call. I mean, I love these guys despite whatever the length of time it has been since I saw their face in person. I also &lt;strong&gt;could&lt;/strong&gt; use about 50 bucks…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069043503799635648-6161387843751368310?l=journalofarealist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/feeds/6161387843751368310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-in-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/6161387843751368310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/6161387843751368310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-in-family.html' title='All in the Family'/><author><name>chocolate_krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18048022293351183610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/SybI6o5VjqI/AAAAAAAAABI/KmNZFuVs9tk/S220/croppedkrys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069043503799635648.post-1862667976988999157</id><published>2010-02-24T12:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T11:33:03.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Glamour Wednesday is back on schedule!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/TH5yKeIXiFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UTAee7nd9qg/s1600/brighteninglipgloss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511968518160484434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/TH5yKeIXiFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UTAee7nd9qg/s320/brighteninglipgloss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A9G_bDgwZYVLa2wAUQmjzbkF/SIG=12k6jvsra/EXP=1267119792/**http://beautifulwithbrains.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/bbhc5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My lip gloss be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;poppin&lt;/span&gt;! Is yours?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently I was turned on to Bobbi Brown's lush lip gloss. I love it! You will too! ever so easy to glide on your lips and it does not make you all chapped and ashy hours later. (Y'all know what I'm talking about) Some lip glosses will tear your lips up and make them all flaky and gross. Remember in middle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt; you used to wear all that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Carmex&lt;/span&gt; that was just &lt;strong&gt;WRONG WRONG WRONG!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Making your poor lips peel and tingle...... Shame on you! Shame on all of us! Luckily, if you use this lip gloss, your lips will forgive you and charge that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Carmex&lt;/span&gt; episode to the game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the gloss in the color &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;gold&lt;/span&gt;. It is a MUST for darker skin tones. BEAUTIFUL! Have any of you tried another color? Let me know how it's treating ya! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't worry about the cost. It's worth it! Find this at your local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nordy's&lt;/span&gt; or wherever Bobbi Brown makeup is sold. &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/1069043503799635648-1862667976988999157?l=journalofarealist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/feeds/1862667976988999157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2010/02/glamour-wednesday-is-back-on-schedule.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/1862667976988999157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/1862667976988999157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2010/02/glamour-wednesday-is-back-on-schedule.html' title='Glamour Wednesday is back on schedule!!!!'/><author><name>chocolate_krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18048022293351183610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/SybI6o5VjqI/AAAAAAAAABI/KmNZFuVs9tk/S220/croppedkrys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/TH5yKeIXiFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UTAee7nd9qg/s72-c/brighteninglipgloss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069043503799635648.post-3322573553112261232</id><published>2010-02-23T11:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T12:12:15.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Motivation and thoughts....</title><content type='html'>Just because it looks like one of those weeks where I will need motivating all day long, everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, whats new in current events? Tiger Woods is still held by the balls from his corporate sponsors I see.... Why does everyone think that we needed to hear an apology from him? I am gonna jump out there and say if his wife were black, we wouldn't even care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe me huh? Well look at the whole scandal with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shaq&lt;/span&gt; supposedly screwing Gilbert Arenas' wife..... Did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shaq&lt;/span&gt; hold a press conference? Nope. Did we care either way? Nope. Why? cause there is no crying white woman. Everybody hates to see a crying white woman. This is how Oprah's show got to be so popular. I tell my white &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; all the t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ime&lt;/span&gt;, you wanna blackmail a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt;, don't key his car, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; play on his phone, just start crying. The police will show up quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://svenskdam.se/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/alotigerwoods-elin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://svenskdam.se/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/alotigerwoods-elin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.think2wice.org/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/shaq-shaunie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next Time,&lt;br /&gt;Stay real!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069043503799635648-3322573553112261232?l=journalofarealist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/feeds/3322573553112261232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2010/02/tuesday-motivation-and-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/3322573553112261232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/3322573553112261232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2010/02/tuesday-motivation-and-thoughts.html' title='Tuesday Motivation and thoughts....'/><author><name>chocolate_krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18048022293351183610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/SybI6o5VjqI/AAAAAAAAABI/KmNZFuVs9tk/S220/croppedkrys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069043503799635648.post-368630947606209271</id><published>2010-02-19T17:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T17:59:20.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting Beauty late...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pics.drugstore.com/prodimg/223630/200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://pics.drugstore.com/prodimg/223630/200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I suck. No postings in a while, after I went on a tyrant about how I would do better...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, here I am late as hell, though I didn't want you all to go into the weekend without this MUST have item!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DOVE CREAM OIL SHEA BUTTER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But it's just lotion &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Krys&lt;/span&gt;....." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I know... though it is the BEST!! A bit watery looking, though will make your ash turn into BUTTER!!! I use it everyday in these cold DC streets.  Don't cheat yourself, TREAT yourself on this one! Dove makes good products! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GO BUY SOME!!!! You know you need it this winter!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069043503799635648-368630947606209271?l=journalofarealist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/feeds/368630947606209271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2010/02/posting-beauty-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/368630947606209271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/368630947606209271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2010/02/posting-beauty-late.html' title='Posting Beauty late...'/><author><name>chocolate_krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18048022293351183610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/SybI6o5VjqI/AAAAAAAAABI/KmNZFuVs9tk/S220/croppedkrys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069043503799635648.post-8574929701588441784</id><published>2010-02-03T09:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T09:57:47.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glamour Wednesday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, I decided to have some structure to this blog thingy.... I will make each Wednesday about some beauty product that I love or want to try. I am not being paid for none of this, so don't think of it as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;solicitation&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; girl, so hopefully my suggestions can help or give you an opportunity to try something new. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will start off my Glamour Wednesday Blog with a fragrance that I know you all will LOVE!! &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PINK SUGAR&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aquolina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I have the shower scrub and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Eau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Toilette&lt;/span&gt;! Your day will be a little better with this! You can find it online, or at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nordys&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.beautymarkcorp.com/store/pc/catalog/PINKSUGARbyAquolina.jpg" border="0" /&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/1069043503799635648-8574929701588441784?l=journalofarealist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/feeds/8574929701588441784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2010/02/glamour-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/8574929701588441784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/8574929701588441784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2010/02/glamour-wednesday.html' title='Glamour Wednesday!!'/><author><name>chocolate_krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18048022293351183610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/SybI6o5VjqI/AAAAAAAAABI/KmNZFuVs9tk/S220/croppedkrys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069043503799635648.post-1577989693506329733</id><published>2010-02-02T09:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T09:18:45.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats to Beyonce...again and again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://l.yimg.com/l/tv/us/img/site/42/92/0000064292_20100201101502.jpg?y=626&amp;amp;sig=ggEzvZa3T5439LHJY2JYew--"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 479px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://l.yimg.com/l/tv/us/img/site/42/92/0000064292_20100201101502.jpg?y=626&amp;amp;sig=ggEzvZa3T5439LHJY2JYew--" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://l.yimg.com/l/tv/us/img/site/42/98/0000064298_20100201101513.jpg?y=626&amp;amp;sig=wokCjhoEgoMjQznfwMJDOg--"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://l.yimg.com/l/tv/us/img/site/42/98/0000064298_20100201101513.jpg?y=626&amp;amp;sig=wokCjhoEgoMjQznfwMJDOg--" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; say how much I love her...... I mean, the Bitch is BAD!!!! It gets no better. Congrats Bey! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now let me get back to work before the overseer gets wind of my blogging.&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/1069043503799635648-1577989693506329733?l=journalofarealist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/feeds/1577989693506329733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2010/02/congrats-to-beyonceagain-and-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/1577989693506329733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/1577989693506329733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2010/02/congrats-to-beyonceagain-and-again.html' title='Congrats to Beyonce...again and again....'/><author><name>chocolate_krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18048022293351183610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/SybI6o5VjqI/AAAAAAAAABI/KmNZFuVs9tk/S220/croppedkrys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069043503799635648.post-126433295855132773</id><published>2010-02-01T20:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T20:52:57.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grammy Highlights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I am my own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fashionista&lt;/span&gt;...... as a fat girl, I cant really get into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fendi&lt;/span&gt; and Gucci, even if I save my hard earned minimum wage dollars they simply &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to see my ass in their clothes. So I have my own sense of style! I will post some of my favorites from last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't care what y'all say... I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; this bitch.... Gaga in Armani.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 365px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://l.yimg.com/k/im_sigguWVxNePfg4okwoBhYpdUEw---y626-x495-q75-n1/omg/us/img/dc/75/2191912274_10770545163.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Heidi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Klum&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pucci&lt;/span&gt;. Look at the tits on her! Motherhood never done someone as much justice!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 433px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://l.yimg.com/k/im_sigg8AtqNWzMaaT4XJboiCaiiA---y626-x495-q75-n1/omg/us/img/41/61/1923414777_5466858656.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Ashanti looking "pageant chic" I liked it though. Way to try and stay relevant Shani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 466px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://l.yimg.com/k/im_sigg3jX0BZLMigngDnXU9EP6mg---y626-x495-q75-n1/omg/us/img/17/51/1585971415_2252753934.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Grammys&lt;/span&gt; were pretty entertaining. I could have done without Em, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Weezy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Drizzy&lt;/span&gt; though. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt; tribute, while touching, was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;snoozefest&lt;/span&gt;. I would have rather seen Celine and Carrie Underwood just fight to the finish on who is the most powerful white voice in the game. (My money is on Celine) Usher was over the top as usual. I guess he wants to shine with his newly single self. Also, I know it's 2010 and all, but we all don't just have 3-D glasses laying around the house. My eyes were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;burning&lt;/span&gt; like shit. Mike's kids said a touching little something at the end. I am still yearning for something more. What is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt; tribute without dancing?? Damn that Chris Brown and his iron fist! He has ruined my chance to see a real tribute due to his current blackballing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saved the best for last though.......... My love, my better half.... The Alpha and Omega......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;BEYONCE&lt;/span&gt; GISELLE KNOWLES-CARTER!!!!! 6 AWARDS IN ONE NIGHT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Showstopper!!! Record Breaker!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say. I am happy about my girl getting her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;propers&lt;/span&gt;. She thanked "her husband" and told him she loved him..... I almost fell out!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 626px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://l.yimg.com/k/im_siggGmrCMDcMV_kqdS_V.BvPTg---y626-x495-q75-n1/omg/us/img/5f/37/1728551000_4322634435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until Next Time,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stay Real!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069043503799635648-126433295855132773?l=journalofarealist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/feeds/126433295855132773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2010/02/grammy-highlights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/126433295855132773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/126433295855132773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2010/02/grammy-highlights.html' title='Grammy Highlights'/><author><name>chocolate_krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18048022293351183610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/SybI6o5VjqI/AAAAAAAAABI/KmNZFuVs9tk/S220/croppedkrys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069043503799635648.post-4645012663746810434</id><published>2010-01-24T09:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T09:55:24.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on a Sunday</title><content type='html'>I really want some McDonald's... but then I have to get up, decide whether or not I'm taking the dog with me, get gas, drive to McDonald's and THEN hope I still made it by breakfast hours. Hmmm..... How bad to I really wanna be sitting on the toilet today is the real question. Mickey D's runs through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo.... What's been going on y'all?? This Haiti shit has got my brain rattled. I was so sorry to hear about the earthquake and have donated 30 of my hard working dollars already. Not to be pessimistic, though since they have raised over 50 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MILLION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dollars from the Telethon last Friday, wouldn't you think The Red Cross would STOP asking us for money?? I mean, how much do they need??? Where is it going?? These are questions I'm sure everyone has, though are too afraid to ask in fear of sounding insensitive. Luckily, I have no fears. I want to see that my money is feeding people and building makeshift hospitals. All I hear about is looting and thieves on CNN, so I'm like, where where is all the money?? Hopefully they will rebuild and move on from this tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I'm off to do absolutely nothing. I planned on my decision whether or not to go get breakfast to be my most difficult thought of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Stay Real&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069043503799635648-4645012663746810434?l=journalofarealist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/feeds/4645012663746810434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-really-want-some-mcdonalds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/4645012663746810434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/4645012663746810434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-really-want-some-mcdonalds.html' title='Thoughts on a Sunday'/><author><name>chocolate_krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18048022293351183610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/SybI6o5VjqI/AAAAAAAAABI/KmNZFuVs9tk/S220/croppedkrys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069043503799635648.post-4018654379127296078</id><published>2010-01-09T13:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T13:32:25.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The REAL Hangover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/S0jLqLUyXdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fat6zZDo0mM/s1600-h/IMG00697%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424809676622683602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/S0jLqLUyXdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fat6zZDo0mM/s320/IMG00697%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;HUNGOVER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I am on some head knocking shit right now! Everything looks blurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off some Vodka, Cranberry and Red Bull from last nights festivities. It was a friend of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mine's&lt;/span&gt; boyfriend's surprise birthday party. (That was a mouthful) I couldn't say anything before as it was a surprise and all. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; trying to be the spoil sport. He seemed pretty enthused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The club was in Georgetown, so if any of you know the DC area, we were getting our International District on. Flat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;assed&lt;/span&gt; Asian women for everyone!! Almost made me homesick. All of our clubs in Seattle are made up of this demographic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my chit chat on with girlfriends I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; seen in a while. There was a man with a "Bert" sweater on who kept us pretty amused. I feel like anyone bold enough to wear a Sesame Street character over the age of 5 must be very secure with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Let me go and lay my ass down.&lt;br /&gt;Until next time!&lt;br /&gt;Stay Real!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069043503799635648-4018654379127296078?l=journalofarealist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/feeds/4018654379127296078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2010/01/hungover-i-mean-i-am-on-some-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/4018654379127296078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/4018654379127296078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2010/01/hungover-i-mean-i-am-on-some-head.html' title='The REAL Hangover'/><author><name>chocolate_krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18048022293351183610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/SybI6o5VjqI/AAAAAAAAABI/KmNZFuVs9tk/S220/croppedkrys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/S0jLqLUyXdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fat6zZDo0mM/s72-c/IMG00697%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069043503799635648.post-626356828412642835</id><published>2010-01-08T20:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T20:15:54.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Purposely Neglectful</title><content type='html'>Just saying Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been neglectful on purpose. I started taking online classes, which actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; so bad... I am trying to knock this degree out, so I can say I have done something successful since the 10 years I graduated from High School. You know, other than successfully got fat, boring and married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any good movies out? I REFUSE to see Avatar. I feel like any movie with that much marketing I need to rebel against. Plus I am not a Sci-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fi&lt;/span&gt; nerd, blue people don't amuse me. I wasn't even a fan of the smurfs. &lt;a id="aimgMain" href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0WTbx4Y10dLVEIBGMKjzbkF/SIG=126skt62r/EXP=1263085720/**http%3A//www.schtroumpf.com/images/meet_us/smurf.jpg" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.schtroumpf.com/images/meet_us/smurf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="aimgMain" href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0WTbx4Y10dLVEIBGMKjzbkF/SIG=126skt62r/EXP=1263085720/**http%3A//www.schtroumpf.com/images/meet_us/smurf.jpg" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other than that, Looks like it will be a long weekend of washing clothes and being broke. TGIF anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/1069043503799635648-626356828412642835?l=journalofarealist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/feeds/626356828412642835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2010/01/purposely-neglectful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/626356828412642835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/626356828412642835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2010/01/purposely-neglectful.html' title='Purposely Neglectful'/><author><name>chocolate_krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18048022293351183610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/SybI6o5VjqI/AAAAAAAAABI/KmNZFuVs9tk/S220/croppedkrys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069043503799635648.post-2138099033631824386</id><published>2010-01-02T15:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T16:01:40.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy New Year!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am just thrilled to have even made it through New Years, I did NOT wake up with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hangover&lt;/span&gt;, my ass woke up still DRUNK! (Hmmm, could it have been the Sudafed I took just hours before drinking?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Once again, the hubby and I spent the evening at the Gaylord National Resort, they have a BIG New years party each year with open bars, drunk white folk and mediocre food! I missed the countdown, as we were too busy drinking to notice, but I think we kissed around 12:05.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The night was not short of drama though, there was a man getting roughed up by security for "allegedly" putting his filthy hands up some girl's dress. His girlfriend was going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;apeshit&lt;/span&gt; while the security had him hemmed up..... You know the typical "Leave my man alone!" type crap. We thought she must have not been aware what his charges were about. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;A man hit on me in front of my husband, I thought it was hilarious! He did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are already planning on our next year's stay! Though I tell ya what, It wont involve no 30 dollar room service burger!! Highway robbery!! I will keep it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt; with a cooler full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sammiches&lt;/span&gt; next year! THAT is my New Years resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, shoes came off at the end of the night.... I passed out pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Should &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;auld&lt;/span&gt; acquaintance be forgot,And never brought to mind? Should &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;auld&lt;/span&gt; acquaintance be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;forgotAnd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;auld&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;syne&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Real!&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069043503799635648-2138099033631824386?l=journalofarealist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/feeds/2138099033631824386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-i-am-just-thrilled-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/2138099033631824386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/2138099033631824386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-i-am-just-thrilled-to.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolate_krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18048022293351183610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/SybI6o5VjqI/AAAAAAAAABI/KmNZFuVs9tk/S220/croppedkrys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069043503799635648.post-8540659914749660776</id><published>2009-12-29T21:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T21:35:24.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK SICK SICK</title><content type='html'>Sooo, of course.... the week of &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; fun and New Year bliss I am sick as a damn dog! I am feverish, my throat hurts, I am congested, it is the fucking pits. I refuse to let this stop my party plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think it all started Dec 26th, when me and my girls went to this horrible restaurant called Timbuktu. Which was located in Timbuk-fucking-tu Maryland. Ohhh the Camel!!&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was gonna have to pop a trashy waitress  in her mouth, that had the nerve to ask us about her funky tip! I have had better meals at McDonald's, and she wants to get sensitive about a TIP! Bitch. Why do we tip anyway? Honestly, why? Cause you can bring food to me? Cause you bring drinks? I can do that! why must you be tipped? Nobody tips me at my job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo, the main point of this awful story is my sickness. I think that somewhere in that evening, I got terribly sick. It was bitter cold and I should have stayed my ass in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Princess and the Frog though, that was a highlight. They were easy on the stereotypes, I liked that. Pretty cool to see. My unborn kids will always know a Black Disney Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Real!&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069043503799635648-8540659914749660776?l=journalofarealist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/feeds/8540659914749660776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2009/12/sick-sick-sick.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/8540659914749660776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/8540659914749660776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2009/12/sick-sick-sick.html' title='SICK SICK SICK'/><author><name>chocolate_krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18048022293351183610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/SybI6o5VjqI/AAAAAAAAABI/KmNZFuVs9tk/S220/croppedkrys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069043503799635648.post-2294597761281830025</id><published>2009-12-25T10:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T10:49:09.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>A very blessed day I hope you all have! I am sitting here watching 24 hours of a Christmas Story..... Classic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Breakfast has been made and eaten, I am getting my butt together, and going to my mother in laws for dinner and fellowship! Christmas gifts were a little skimpy this year, though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the current place we are in due to this recession. I will still praise the GOD for giving us the gift of Christ our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say Real! Merry, Merry Christmas!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069043503799635648-2294597761281830025?l=journalofarealist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/feeds/2294597761281830025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/2294597761281830025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/2294597761281830025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>chocolate_krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18048022293351183610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/SybI6o5VjqI/AAAAAAAAABI/KmNZFuVs9tk/S220/croppedkrys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069043503799635648.post-7657941948420113650</id><published>2009-12-23T23:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:57:10.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mo'Nique Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://hiphop.popcrunch.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/mo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 433px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://hiphop.popcrunch.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/mo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that as a fellow big girl I am happy for Mo doing her thing. She rocked and basically &lt;strong&gt;STOLE &lt;/strong&gt;the show in Precious, has been a successful Queen of Comedy and even had her own nationally syndicated radio show. However................&lt;br /&gt;This CRAP they got on BET is a damn waste of my time. The yelling or really "screeching" she does ALL NIGHT LONG is terrifiying, if not annoying. My ears still hurt after abruptly turning the channel. Her guests are made up of mostly B and C list stars.... I mean, for the most part she is the most famous person on the show. I am too through with this. I needed to vent! Have any of you seen the show? I think babygirl needs to hang it up. The radio show she had was awesome! I wonder why that fell through??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, off my hater rant, I do want to acknowledge that it is Christmas Eve in like 15 minutes. I am off work tomorrow to spend my day chilling and watching Maury Povich. YOU ARE NOT THE FATHER!! LOL Where do they find these hoes? I'll make sure to check in with you all for a quickie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Image copied from &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hiphop.popcrunch.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069043503799635648-7657941948420113650?l=journalofarealist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/feeds/7657941948420113650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2009/12/monique-show.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/7657941948420113650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/7657941948420113650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2009/12/monique-show.html' title='The Mo&apos;Nique Show'/><author><name>chocolate_krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18048022293351183610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/SybI6o5VjqI/AAAAAAAAABI/KmNZFuVs9tk/S220/croppedkrys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069043503799635648.post-5242775279011782707</id><published>2009-12-19T22:35:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T22:52:40.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOWED IN!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/Sy2eTDKkYEI/AAAAAAAAABw/QZrJBhPLXdw/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/Sy2eTDKkYEI/AAAAAAAAABw/QZrJBhPLXdw/s320/016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417159976900911170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I think this is the universe's plot to get me pregnant. Have me locked up in a house with a man and nowhere to go for days.... You do the math. &lt;br /&gt;I  saw 2 feet of snow at the crib. This fool ass woman got her car stuck in front of my house, so my husband and I decided to get our good samaritan on and assist. Well, we obviously sucked and couldn't get her our quite by ourseleves so this random white guy (who really came out of nowhere) barked instructions at all of us and we got her out in tip top shape... I mean, why the hell was she driving a 92' Hyundai in the fucking snow in the first place?? She didnt LOOK retarded, though must have been. &lt;br /&gt;Went to the grocery store last night to prepare for all this, shelves were bare! Even the nasty generic brands were gone!!! I was almost glad to see that there are just as many people with empty fridges who needed to restock. Didn't make me feel so broke or unprepared. The snow is dwindling now.... It still don't look so good for work on Monday though, my car is unrecognizable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/Sy2d3xyPR3I/AAAAAAAAABo/RAoKKUTGdYI/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/Sy2d3xyPR3I/AAAAAAAAABo/RAoKKUTGdYI/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417159508378994546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can blame this storm for the reason why I didnt Christmas shop...... Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Real! &lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069043503799635648-5242775279011782707?l=journalofarealist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/feeds/5242775279011782707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2009/12/snowed-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/5242775279011782707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/5242775279011782707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2009/12/snowed-in.html' title='SNOWED IN!!'/><author><name>chocolate_krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18048022293351183610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/SybI6o5VjqI/AAAAAAAAABI/KmNZFuVs9tk/S220/croppedkrys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/Sy2eTDKkYEI/AAAAAAAAABw/QZrJBhPLXdw/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069043503799635648.post-135448410904296090</id><published>2009-12-18T11:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:26:45.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just got paid..... Friday Night</title><content type='html'>TGIF!!!! Man, it has been the LONGEST week in history eh? LOL &lt;br /&gt;I am bright eyed and bushy tailed thanks to my Starbucks Barista. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is supposed to be the start of one of the biggest snow storms of the season... We had a little punk ass snowfall at the beginning of the month, so I am sure that this one will surpass that wimpy one. I love the snow, I don't like to drive in it. Wish I didn't have to work the whole month of Jan and Feb. Maybe if I get my money right I can be one of those old people that chase the sun for a living. Live in LA during the summer and in Arizona during the winter. Oh wait, they don't like Martin Luther King in AZ, maybe I will go to Nevada in the winter... get my shuffleboard on. I think I will be one of those Bingo lovin, fly old ladies. I'm sure my snowbird dreams will be cut short though. My husband loves the cold weather, he is a weird one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a spring baby and a fire sign I LIVE for what's HOT! Maybe I will start an official countdown until next summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay warm and stay real!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069043503799635648-135448410904296090?l=journalofarealist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/feeds/135448410904296090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2009/12/tgif-man-it-has-been-longest-week-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/135448410904296090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/135448410904296090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2009/12/tgif-man-it-has-been-longest-week-in.html' title='Just got paid..... Friday Night'/><author><name>chocolate_krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18048022293351183610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/SybI6o5VjqI/AAAAAAAAABI/KmNZFuVs9tk/S220/croppedkrys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069043503799635648.post-4312763173136253204</id><published>2009-12-17T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:10:55.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Thursday Ep. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4b1aa51337b61de3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4b1aa51337b61de3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331273729%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D457299AE5CAE577D5B926DF14C463BE8D273B4CB.746F3B89C159D4EFC721FA6D0DBBCE5E6244A2E8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4b1aa51337b61de3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqssGkVxzGuBhchKjLq2IRMI9N3U&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4b1aa51337b61de3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331273729%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D457299AE5CAE577D5B926DF14C463BE8D273B4CB.746F3B89C159D4EFC721FA6D0DBBCE5E6244A2E8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4b1aa51337b61de3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqssGkVxzGuBhchKjLq2IRMI9N3U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069043503799635648-4312763173136253204?l=journalofarealist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/feeds/4312763173136253204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2009/12/video-thursday-ep-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/4312763173136253204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/4312763173136253204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2009/12/video-thursday-ep-1.html' title='Video Thursday Ep. 1'/><author><name>chocolate_krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18048022293351183610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/SybI6o5VjqI/AAAAAAAAABI/KmNZFuVs9tk/S220/croppedkrys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069043503799635648.post-4379480775325367002</id><published>2009-12-16T19:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T20:02:39.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch Your Shoes at an Office Party</title><content type='html'>I don't wanna flat iron my hair.... I just don't. I washed it two days ago and wrapped it up, but I REFUSE to take the time and flat iron it! I am taking a stand. My white friends don't know how easy they have it with the whole "wash and go" thing they got going on...... Not that I envy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Caucasian&lt;/span&gt; hair, I just admire the easy, breezy, beautiful Cover Girl shit they got going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my company Holiday Party..... I know what you may be thinking in terms of a "drunken office party" though actually these are pretty tame. Though, I &lt;strong&gt;used&lt;/strong&gt; to work for a company who &lt;strong&gt;WILL&lt;/strong&gt; remain nameless (only due to the mental scarring) where it was a balls-out beer fest and one year, this drunken slob of a woman got a ride home in the ambulance. She did the walk of shame the following day at the office...... It was pretty bad. She threw up on part of my shoe. I am still angry. Bitter almost. I loved those shoes. This was like 3 years ago. Drunken slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karaoke is my thing and I am debating if I should sing my usual "Purple Rain" with a Vodka and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cran&lt;/span&gt; in my hand, or just sit back and laugh at whoever really wants to belt out off-key Christmas jams all night. Yeah, I will just sit and laugh. There is no liquor at this funky joint. So, no throw up on my shoe. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Y'all&lt;/span&gt; stay Real!&lt;br /&gt;Until Next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069043503799635648-4379480775325367002?l=journalofarealist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/feeds/4379480775325367002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2009/12/watch-your-shoes-at-office-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/4379480775325367002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/4379480775325367002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2009/12/watch-your-shoes-at-office-party.html' title='Watch Your Shoes at an Office Party'/><author><name>chocolate_krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18048022293351183610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/SybI6o5VjqI/AAAAAAAAABI/KmNZFuVs9tk/S220/croppedkrys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069043503799635648.post-3934824864686979685</id><published>2009-12-15T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T19:53:23.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was a good day</title><content type='html'>So I'm home for the day!! My freaking feet hurt! Well, not even both of them, just one stupid foot. What's up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you may be thinking, Why was it a good day? Welllllllllllllll........... Finally The overseer decided it was time for my field nigga ass to come work in the house. Yes, I got a promotion at work. Much needed, well deserved. On top of all that I have bought my ticket for Dallas Texas,  so I may parking lot pimp at the 2010 All Star Game.... (You know thats how broke ho's kick it, we wait for the let out in the parking lot) I also enrolled in school today! Yes, y'all I can read! Hopefully my grades will prove this. I have procrastinated for so long, I guess its time to buckle down and get real about school. We will see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FAFSA stuff is funny and frustrating at the same time. I was almost ready for them to ask my favorite color and sexual position. They are nosey as hell!!! Though I guess they would have to be if they are issuing checks! is it wrong that I am more excited for the extra money than the classes? Terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote the poet Ice Cube&lt;br /&gt;"Today I didn't even have to use my A.K. I got to say it was a good day. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069043503799635648-3934824864686979685?l=journalofarealist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/feeds/3934824864686979685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-was-good-day.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/3934824864686979685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/3934824864686979685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-was-good-day.html' title='Today was a good day'/><author><name>chocolate_krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18048022293351183610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/SybI6o5VjqI/AAAAAAAAABI/KmNZFuVs9tk/S220/croppedkrys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069043503799635648.post-160346398446788159</id><published>2009-12-14T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T18:35:32.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a Realist anyway?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Realist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;re⋅al⋅ist  /ˈriəlɪst/ &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show spelled" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" alt="Toggle for Spelled"&gt;Show Spelled Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt; [ree-uh-list] &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/luna/Spell_pron_key.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;a person who tends to view or represent things as they really are.&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;an artist or a writer whose work is characterized by realism.&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy. an adherent of realism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, yeah I remember in high school my History teacher once called me a "bullshit artist". I halfway agree. I was able to complete essays in a timely manner cause I eventually found out what the fuck teachers wanted to hear. Fluff. I once thought.... Man, I could totally type Mary had a Little Lamb over and over in the middle of my high school essays and I wonder if anyone would notice. I was THAT good! anyway, that was my random thought. I think its the Aries in me that has the gift of gab, or what some would call the art of "bullshit" Though for the most part I mean what I say and say what I mean. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Now let me go cook for this man of mine.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069043503799635648-160346398446788159?l=journalofarealist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/feeds/160346398446788159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-realist-anyway.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/160346398446788159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/160346398446788159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-realist-anyway.html' title='What is a Realist anyway?'/><author><name>chocolate_krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18048022293351183610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/SybI6o5VjqI/AAAAAAAAABI/KmNZFuVs9tk/S220/croppedkrys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069043503799635648.post-5709531582486240903</id><published>2009-12-14T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T15:45:17.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post!!! YAY!!</title><content type='html'>Sooooo..... looks like I have a blog now. I was approached about it months ago, though really didn't feel as if I had time, or that I really wanted to "compete" with so many other blogs I see out here. I'm not doing it for money, just for fun! (though hey if a sista can get a few dollas out of this, why not? How though?? Hmmm....) I think to sum it all up, this will be my online journal. You will learn more about me and I hope for a few followers....lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a day in the life........of ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069043503799635648-5709531582486240903?l=journalofarealist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/feeds/5709531582486240903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-post-yay.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/5709531582486240903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069043503799635648/posts/default/5709531582486240903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journalofarealist.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-post-yay.html' title='First Post!!! YAY!!'/><author><name>chocolate_krys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18048022293351183610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-9gc1qhC_E/SybI6o5VjqI/AAAAAAAAABI/KmNZFuVs9tk/S220/croppedkrys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
