<?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-8997941</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:52:05.542-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Peaches</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-3371225295746802918</id><published>2008-09-28T00:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T00:31:18.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>My birthday came and went and life kept happening therefore I haven't updated in a while.  I just came back from L.A. at the beginning of this week and I'm still tired.  I haven't been to the gym, but that's really more of a personal choice since my hair is straight and if I go to the gym I'll sweat all the luciousness out.  I should go to bed but I'm not really tired, mostly b/c I have so much on my mind.  But since it's a million degrees in my room and I need to wash my face I'm going to have to return to sort it all out at a later date.  For some reason I started writing my most personal thoughts and feelings on my myspace page but then realized that was kind of dumb.  I know no one reads my myspace blog but if they do then they know me and that kind of defeats the point. I just had a lot of stuff that I needed to get off my chest at the time.  Now, there's more stuff on my chest, heart and mind.  I'll come back later to figure it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-3371225295746802918?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/3371225295746802918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=3371225295746802918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/3371225295746802918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/3371225295746802918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/09/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-4198904630273976830</id><published>2008-08-20T17:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T18:04:32.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dramamine, Cinnabon and Me</title><content type='html'>I hate flying.  I do not heart it one bit, however, I do heart going to lots and lots of fun, exciting and far away places.  In order for me to do those things, I am painfully aware that there must be a plane involved and this never ceases to make me sad.  I think my lack of love for the planes stems for the fact that I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; like to be in control of everything that I can.  I'm not particularly bossy, but I do need to know that I am in control of most things that are going to or trying to happen to me.  This is why I like to drive.  If there is an accident, at least I have the opportunity to say "well, you know, I did all I could" and it be true.  If it went down on a plane, I couldn't say that.  I don't know how to fly a plane.  I couldn't help out in a pinch.  I would be useless.  I could only sit in my seat and hope for the best (which is pretty much what I do on every flight I take) and that sucks.  So, in an effort to eleveate my anxiety I took dramamine which is used for motion sickness.  A few people told me that it knocks you completely out and I wanted that for my plane rides.  Well, what dramamine did do was make me sleepy when I got off the plane, but while on the plane?  Nothing.  Absolutely zero.  And I'm starting to think this is a pattern. For the last plane ride I had, a friend of mine gave me some Ativan, so I would relax. The required dosage is like 2.  I had 3 and was not relaxed at all. Flying just freaks me out that much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good part about the airport though is Cinnabon.  I love Cinnabon and all that it stands for.  1500 calories and 56 grams of fat all combined in one sweet treat.  Delish!  I have been eating of this same tired Cinnabon all day.  It's really about time for some real food.  I can't wait to get to it.  I'm also really tired.  Must be all that dramamine.  I really wanted to be so happy and Yay! today b/c its my birthday eve, but all I really feel is cold, tired, sleepy, annoyed and hungry.  These are not the things I want to feel on my pre-bday.  I am confident that it will be getting so much better very soon. If not, maybe I'll take just enough dramamine to get me into a light coma and see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-4198904630273976830?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/4198904630273976830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=4198904630273976830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/4198904630273976830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/4198904630273976830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/08/dramamine-cinnabon-and-me.html' title='Dramamine, Cinnabon and Me'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-637061952001395127</id><published>2008-08-16T00:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:13:42.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear So and So Part Deux</title><content type='html'>Dear Sleep,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do to make you leave me? Was I so bad that you had to just stop coming around? Tell me what to do. I can change. I know, I know. You hear it all the time. But I promise I'm telling the truth! I can't live without you! No, seriously. I CANNOT live without you. Dude. I am worn completely out and you know it yet you have resorted to games. You tease me during the day and don't show up in the evening. You're mean, but I still love you and miss you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperately Needing You, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Birthday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. I know usually when you come around I'm very excited. And it's not that I'm not this time, it's just that it doesn't seem like that long ago since I last saw you. So as you can see, this is kind of weird. I mean, I just got used to being this very special age and now, I have to be a new age which is not only older but not as milestony or important. Now don't get me wrong. I definitely want to be around to celebrate you, I'm just not feeling the spark, you know? At least I'm not feeling it yet. I'm hoping by Thursday, I will have gotten with the program. If not, I'm sure there will be drinks involved and that usually equals fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting It Together,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear _________,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for showing up. You've really been sweet to me these past few weeks. I really enjoy talking to you. Most days you are the best part of my day. You always seem to show up when I need you and I thank you for that. You help me see the best parts of me that I never seem to acknowledge. You continue to challenge my mind and expand my view of "how things should be". I hope our friendship continues to grow and can't wait until our schedules allow for a proper visit. I know you don't think I'm ready, but I am. I'm just waiting on you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bree &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Check,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for coming. You have saved my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratefully,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bree&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-637061952001395127?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/637061952001395127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=637061952001395127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/637061952001395127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/637061952001395127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/08/dear-so-and-so-part-deux.html' title='Dear So and So Part Deux'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-5030881103320234076</id><published>2008-08-16T00:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T00:45:17.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know...</title><content type='html'>I've been MIA for quite sometime and I do apologize.  I've had so much life to live that I haven't had time to post anything.  I'm going to make an effort to do better.  A few quick things I've discovered since I've been away:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "If I Was Your Girlfriend" by Prince is still one of the hottest songs on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) It is possible to work yourself sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I still care way too much about the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I'm much more sensitive than I even thought possible.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) My mind is more sophisticated than I realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Billy Ocean is awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) A year goes by much faster than you realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I may be a secret politician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) It may not be possible for me to ever get enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I may be ready to love someone again, someday...soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-5030881103320234076?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/5030881103320234076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=5030881103320234076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/5030881103320234076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/5030881103320234076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know...'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-6728802415536434276</id><published>2008-07-21T15:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T15:28:17.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Most Favorite Song of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nXeXT6FGEls&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nXeXT6FGEls&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Dwele and I really love this song.  I think I'm going through a period where I really have an appreciation for men who have a sincere appreciation of women.  Maybe b/c I sincerely wish to be appreciated.  Or maybe I just love this song.  Either way, I do love creativity and talent and Dwele has both and therefore he is awesome.  Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-6728802415536434276?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/6728802415536434276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=6728802415536434276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/6728802415536434276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/6728802415536434276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-most-favorite-song-of-month.html' title='My Most Favorite Song of the Month'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-5643887512511484638</id><published>2008-07-21T15:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T15:23:29.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love My Gay Gym</title><content type='html'>First of all, let me say "hello" since I haven't updated in about 3 million years.  I have a lot of stuff going on.  A whole lot of stuff going on and since I'm currently in a remote location with shaky wireless, it's not as easy to update or write for an extended period of time while online.  I'm taking a chance by trying it right now, but it needs to be done.  I've recently joined a gym with an obviously gay clientile and it's completely awesome.  In fact, I believe I am mostly in love with one of the instructors simply b/c he is probably the most handsome man I have ever seen.  He is gorgeous and ageless and smooth and pretty and incredibly scarily fit.  The only thing that got me through his class was the fact that I was diagonal to him meaing he was in my line of vision the entire class.  His celestial beauty kept me going.  I love him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to him, there are just all these very beautiful, hot, in shape, gorgeous and very nice men every where I look.  This sincerely helps my fitness regimine.  Does it matter that they couldn't care less about my presence?  Not really.  I just like looking at prettiness and there is so much candy in there.  Sweet, sweet candy.  Yum.  I get called "baby" and "sweetie" and "honey" and treated so nice.  All my instructors give me extra help.  It's awesome.  Had I known about this phenomenon, I would have joined a mostly gay gym years ago.  Where have I been?  I will never go to a completely straight gym again.  It's just not worth it. I mean, I have a separate pilates studio with great teachers, a salon, massage therapists, yoga &amp; an in-house chiropractor.  I almost hate leaving.  That place is so, so awesome.  I love you gay gym.  I really do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where you live but if you can get put on with a gay gym, I suggest you do so.  It's nothing like it.  Oh and if you are a dude, all the chicks in my pilates classes are incredibly hot.  It works both ways.  Hotness all around.  Sweet, sweet candy for everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-5643887512511484638?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/5643887512511484638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=5643887512511484638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/5643887512511484638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/5643887512511484638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-my-gay-gym.html' title='I Love My Gay Gym'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-7178534097449089737</id><published>2008-06-25T22:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T13:47:06.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a God</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hz24GXK8Mn8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hz24GXK8Mn8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This right here, has made my entire year. You know how they say absence makes the heart grow fonder? Well, Maxwell has been MIA for like ever and when he showed up all unexpectedly on the BET awards of all places, my heart literally stopped. For real. Now, I know if you read this blog you are probably thinking that my heart stops for everyone. I can't say that I don't like the men, but this is different. It's no secret that I'm attracted to creativity and individuality and pure hotness but Maxwell is more than that to me. He is effortless soul. The way he calmly came out on the stage, commanded it, sang the mess out of an Al Green song (Al Green? Not many can tear up one of his songs) was one of the hottest things I've seen. Maxwell is hot, but it's a hot that seeps down into your soul. He is hot from the inside out, which is very, very rare. I don't know him but his energy is completely awesome and if his music is any indication of what it's like to be around him then I pray I am fortunate enough to cross his path. Welcome back love. We've missed you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-7178534097449089737?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/7178534097449089737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=7178534097449089737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/7178534097449089737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/7178534097449089737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/06/there-is-god.html' title='There is a God'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-162576944117727192</id><published>2008-06-13T00:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T00:14:15.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Travis is My Boyfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://traviesblog.com/"&gt;Travie's blog&lt;/a&gt; just reinforces and reiterates just how awesome he is.  It also proves to me on a daily basis that we are more than likely soul mates.  As a result, we will probably never meet and that kind of sucks.  However, his blog makes me laugh and if we knew each other I'm sure we would be great friends and have ridiculous fun.  Too bad he's missing out by not knowing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-162576944117727192?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/162576944117727192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=162576944117727192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/162576944117727192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/162576944117727192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/06/travis-is-my-boyfriend.html' title='Travis is My Boyfriend'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-8560862533527793138</id><published>2008-06-12T22:52:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:33:51.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Underrated Overrated</title><content type='html'>The Celtics are making it really hard for me to believe that they are going to win this game tonight. Really hard. However, I am going to continue to keep hope alive...or go to bed, and at this point bed is looking much more tempting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I've written anything or posted a song or video. This is mainly b/c I have over committed myself in every aspect of my life. Most of the time I don't have enough time to get to bed let alone post my random thoughts on here. However, tonight is a special night. I'm in Atlanta for my secondary job/dream hustle and I don't have to be there until 10am which is almost like a vacation compared to the 7:30am start time of my main hustle. As a result, I can post what I've been thinking about for quite sometime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people feel Wayne is wack? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't get it. Maybe it's b/c I did a stint in New Orleans and I grew to tolerate, then love Wayne as a distant cousin. Or maybe it's b/c I've seen the artistic growth that he's displayed over the years. Or maybe it's b/c Wayne is just dope. No one has to agree with me but if you don't I seriously want to know why. Hip hop fans fall into two basic categories: those who listen to lyrics and those who listen to the beat. Rarely do you get a fan that supports beats AND lyrics. I think this is crazy, and apparently I'm in the minority. I think this is one of the main reasons why I appreciate Wayne. Honestly, he is one of the few emcees (yeah, I said it-emcee) who actually uses his voice as an instrument. Note, he is not the only but he is one of the few. And out of the few, he is probably one of the most creative. Yes, I said creative. Wayne has mastered the metaphor, alliteration, the entendre and he's extremely witty. The downside is that he mumbles. A lot. So much so that if you don't pay attention you miss most of what's being said. And at least 88% of it is hot. If you stop to think about how much of that is off top and not written, it's almost amazing. Contrast Wayne to Kayne for a second. Whereas Kanye is clever, funny and engaging his flow is very labored and while good, it sounds like it took a lot of work to get to each punchline. Whereas a Wayne punchline can appear so unexpectedly that you almost miss it. Most people do b/c they've written him off as a mumbling addict. And while that may be true, that doesn't change the fact that he is extremely talented. I could or probably should cite lines and verses to hammer my point home, but I don't want to. If you listen and pay attention they are obvious and they are good. Today two radio dudes actually said Rick Ross's album was better than Wayne's and implied that the Carter III is garbage. I haven't heard Ricky Ross's album but I'm guessing it's not hotter than Wayne's. Two reasons: 1) Rick Ross has "The Boss" on his album and 2) Wayne has "Let the Beat Build". One song is ok (The Boss) and the other song is awesome (Let the Beat Build). Disagree? Try this. Write down the lyrics to each song. I bet you Wayne's verses will read more interesting, witty and clever. Then factor in that he didn't write this stuff down. That changes the whole game, in my opinion. You may disagree but I will still be right especially in ten years or so when everyone else has finally caught up (like they had to do with 3000) And I would say "of course Wayne is no 3000" but the truth is back in the day no one knew 3000 was going to be "3000" so we'll just have to wait and see what he develops into. My guess is (if he puts the lean down) it's going to be pretty great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*as an aside please note that I made no mention to that "best rapper alive" stuff b/c Rakim is alive and well, thank you and that title will always be his as long as he continues to breathe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*oh and the Celtics won.  You see? You never know how it's going to turn out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-8560862533527793138?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/8560862533527793138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=8560862533527793138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/8560862533527793138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/8560862533527793138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/06/most-underrated-overrated.html' title='The Most Underrated Overrated'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-3999507265288124943</id><published>2008-05-18T17:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T18:24:13.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless Debbie Allen</title><content type='html'>I'm watching "So You Think You Can Dance?" and Debbie Allen shows up. I never watch this show so I had no idea she was a judge. Can I tell you how much I love Debbie Allen? She's been my favorite since I saw some old "Fame" reruns somewhere and then she followed that love up w/ a stint on "A Different World" playing some therapist lady who's wig falls off. And although simply amazing, believe it or not, Debbie Allen &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; isn't the subject of this post. The subject is myspace, or more specifically, how myspace manages to kill dreams and break hearts. How, you ask? Allow me to explain. On myspace there's a category for "relationship status" which seems to cause me all sorts of problems. I've managed to find out ex-boyfriends are currently "in a relationship" when I personally feel they should be doing something different all together. I think I've briefly mentioned this before. All I can say if I'm working on not being so nosy. Anyway. Today's "in a relationship" notice came from my super amazing, super smart, super hilarious boyfriend Aaron McGruder, founder, creator and genius behind the best show/comic strip in the world-The Boondocks. I went on his page b/c I wanted to see if he had a blog b/c I figured it would be hilarious, cause you know, he's hilarious. Instead of a super hilarious, incredibly smart blog, I find the words "in a relationship" under relationship status. In a relationship? Aaron how could you do this do me? I mean, I didn't think we were going to get married, but I did think we were maybe going to one day run into each other and start dating and have a great hilariously, fun brief relationship. He's everything I like. A cool nerd. I love cool nerds. But b/c he is so very cool, some other lucky lady has scooped him up. Oh well. I still have Boondocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-3999507265288124943?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/3999507265288124943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=3999507265288124943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/3999507265288124943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/3999507265288124943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/05/god-bless-debbie-allen.html' title='God Bless Debbie Allen'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-3685257181870714709</id><published>2008-05-13T15:21:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T17:45:03.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love A Good Banger</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you how much I am NOT making it at work today. So much so that this post is being authored from the "internet cafe" at my place of employment. Honestly, if I could do this from my phone I would. As a matter of fact...I think I just might be able to. I'll check on that for the future. Anyway. During one of my many daydreams/momentary losses of focus for the day, I realized that my choices in men are a lot like my choices in music. And I'm not really sure if this is a good or bad thing. What I can tell you is like my music my men usually fall into these three categories: The Classic, The Banger and The Hit. Let me elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Classic&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In music, classic songs are timeless. They are the songs that you, your kid sibling, your parents and grandparents know. These songs stand the test of time. The Classic Gentlemen is essentially the same. He is what you would call marriage material. He is usually husband handsome. You know, not trendy hot, but a subtle hot that just gets better with age. You can usually recognize him immediately b/c the thought "I would so marry him" runs through your mind. He is educated, intelligent, sweet but not soft, strong but not mean, and all around great. If you are under 25 you probably do not want him. If you are 25 and above you might be thinking about him. If you are over 30 and haven't found him, he is all you talk about. You have also probably dated this guy before but found some crazy reason why you shouldn't be together. In my defense I want to say that I don't think I have dated a bonafide Classic. I think my Classic was just a Banger in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Banger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know what a Banger is, but for those of you that are old or whatever else you would have to be to not know what a Banger is, I'll explain. In music, a Banger is just that-a song that bangs. A Banger is hot. Hot heat that you can't stop listening to. When you're not listening to it, you hear it in your head. You play it on repeat. It seems like you never get tired of it. Again, it's just that hot. Similarly, The Banger Gentleman is just that hot. You love, love, love him and you just cannot get enough. The thing about the Banger is, eventually you do get tired of playing the same song on repeat. And you find b/c you've played it so much you kind of don't want to hear it again...ever. If a Banger is equipped with more than a hot beat (or hot body) and actually has lyrics (or substance) this can work out nicely. But most of the time, a Banger is just a hot song for that time. Don't get me wrong. When you revisit it, it's still good but you know it wouldn't be on your current playlist. But...because it's so good when you revisit you may have a tendency to forgot how it might not be a good fit on the current playlist. Or you may completely forget and tell yourself that this old ass song is just as good as anything currently out. This is a trap. And since it's so difficult to navigate, I advise you not to revisit. If you can. (I know. No, for real. I know) Moving along to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Hit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know a hit. It's everywhere. You can't get away from it. Everyone loves it. It's the BEST! SONG! EVER! to let the world tell it. You may or may not feel the same way. If you're like me, you probably don't. You can just about guarantee if it's mainstream, I'm probably going to pass on it. Not to say it's not good, it's just not my particular steez. Similarly, The Hit Gentleman is loved by everyone. Your friends love him. Your family loves him. He has the best credentials the world has seen. He is a doctor, lawyer, scientist with a Jr. Nobel Peace Prize. He is second only to the second coming. He is the truth. Again, to let everyone else tell it. To you, he's simply "alright." It's not that he's not handsome b/c he's cute enough. And it's not that he's not smart b/c he's smart enough. Essentially, he meets all of your qualifications you just don't feel him like that which causes everyone a problem. Mostly, you, b/c you have to hear about how wrong you are b/c he is so great. And the truth is, maybe if everyone wasn't on his jock you might be able to step back and see what he was about but since his song is on 24/7 you're over it before it even got started. Sorry. It's just like that sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are many more categories but these are the three that I have encountered, with the Classic being an exception...or maybe not. He was probably ready and I so was not. And unfortunately this seems to be the way the game is frequently played. I'm not too worried though b/c honestly, whoever is man enough to deal with me will show up and everybody will be ready at the right time and it'll be pretty great. But until that time, I'm going to have to find a way to leave those Bangers alone. Pray for me y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-3685257181870714709?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/3685257181870714709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=3685257181870714709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/3685257181870714709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/3685257181870714709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-good-banger.html' title='I Love A Good Banger'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-4914582141653343832</id><published>2008-05-12T22:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T22:56:15.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>I'm watching "The Paper" and I'm getting annoyed with how messy these kids are.  Is everybody that messy in high school?  And if so, why?  Honestly, I don't know why I'm acting like being messy in high school is new.  People are messy in college.  Hell, people are messy as adults.  This post isn't going to be cute or funny.  I'm just going to write.  Last night I couldn't sleep b/c I had one continuous panic attack.  About a week ago, I committed to making a trip that, in hindsight (or maybe foresight), I don't want to make.  I thought I was ready.  I thought that it may actually be fun.  But now I don't think so.  Actually, now I know I'm just not ready and I may never be ready.  Sometimes things just end and that's all there is to it.  And sometimes even though you can forgive you just can't forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-4914582141653343832?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/4914582141653343832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=4914582141653343832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/4914582141653343832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/4914582141653343832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/05/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-7323656848377581140</id><published>2008-05-11T19:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T20:10:28.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Decided...</title><content type='html'>that gym dude is a clown. I think I figured this out the post before last but I wanted to give this person the benefit of the doubt. I've decided that I don't want to do that anymore. I'm all about career and the betterment of me at the moment. While it's cool to hang out with hot guys and have fun and etc, it's also really annoying to not know where you stand with someone you keep flirting (?) with. Pretty much, he made a joke that I really didn't appreciate it. It wasn't crass or vulgar but it was a little "wtf?" In one of our "flirty" moments, he told me that he used to play football. Well, last Saturday, to speed up our "flirting" I asked if he was a Wide Receiver when he played football. He looked at me and said he played football in high school, then he told me, ME (!) that maybe I should stick to what I know. What the hell does that mean? B/c I didn't know, I asked. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to clear up my confusion. He just repeated that I should "you know, just stick to what you know." I politely informed him that I hoped he wasn't insinuating that I didn't know about football or sports in general. He again just repeated that I should stick to what I knew. So I told him maybe he should stick to the bank (since that's where he works) and turned and walked away. I vaguely remember him calling out "talk to you later" or some foolishness behind me, but I was done. And I'm still done. Whatever homie. I saw him today and he tried to make some type of small talk but I wasn't that interested today. He said stick to what I know and unfortunately that isn't him. Sorry homie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-7323656848377581140?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/7323656848377581140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=7323656848377581140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/7323656848377581140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/7323656848377581140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-decided.html' title='I Decided...'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-5947486810072509378</id><published>2008-05-04T12:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:41.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry Cake Mix is the Devil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAq_EswXyyY/SB3nATjyFdI/AAAAAAAAABA/m3RC4T7G4RA/s1600-h/StrawberryDaiquiriCake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAq_EswXyyY/SB3nATjyFdI/AAAAAAAAABA/m3RC4T7G4RA/s320/StrawberryDaiquiriCake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196563537491793362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild Things is a horrible movie. Just thought I'd put that out there since I'm currently spending my Sunday pre-afternoon watching it. Anyway. Back to the topic at hand. Strawberry cake has turned out to be my arch-nemesis. Long ago, in a land far away, often referred to as New Orleans, my roommate had a birthday celebration. Another friend of ours made her a birthday cake. It was the biggest cake I had ever seen and it was made of strawberry mix with strawberry icing on top. That cake stayed at our house for weeks and I managed to eat a piece every. single. day. I ate strawberry cake long after it was still good. When it got hard, I warmed it up in the microwave. I could not leave it alone. I loved that cake. I think JYR eventually threw it away while I was at school or something. I don't think I was in the house when it happened. I was thankful when it was gone though. She knew I didn't have the willpower to do it own my own. I will be forever grateful to her for saving me from that cake. Needless to say, I thought all of this was behind me. Not so. Last night, I went to see a co-worker/friend b/c her daughter was having a birthday party. She invited me over to get some food and since I love food I agreed. Well, when I got there what was on the table staring me in the face? No, not strawberry cake, but it's more seductive partners, strawberry cupcakes. I love cupcakes more than real cake and mostly b/c they are just mini-cakes, which makes them easier to eat. You don't have to cut...anyway, you get the point. So I ate one and it was delicious. I even had ice cream (also delicious). She packed 3 cupcakes to go and so here I am, conflicted b/c I just started working out with all my might trying my best to get back to my fighting weight...BUT... I love, love, love cupcakes. And the truth is I already ate one this morning. I'm losing. So I have to go to the gym and do at least 2 hours of cardio which doesn't really make me want to get out of the bed. Decisions. Decisions. Maybe I'll just eat another one and really make that cardio worth my while...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-5947486810072509378?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/5947486810072509378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=5947486810072509378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/5947486810072509378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/5947486810072509378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/05/strawberry-cake-mix-is-devil.html' title='Strawberry Cake Mix is the Devil'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nAq_EswXyyY/SB3nATjyFdI/AAAAAAAAABA/m3RC4T7G4RA/s72-c/StrawberryDaiquiriCake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-3648150787811720039</id><published>2008-05-03T19:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T19:19:17.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Are You Missing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WXL7KZNeWLA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WXL7KZNeWLA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum. Me. Chico DeBarge was probably the hottest thing about '97. Maxwell and D'Angelo being two very distinct exceptions, of course. My best friend had this cd and we would wear. it. out. This was one of my favorite songs. What is most puzzling is that after such a hot ass album this dude gets so missing. How does that happen? I mean, at least D'Angelo and Maxwell had the decency to stick around for a second or third album. Chico? I think he had another album, but it came out like 3 or 4 years after this hotness and well, wasn't hot. Jail should have made him it's spokesperson. I mean, if that's what it does to you then maybe it's not all bad? Seriously folks. The way he came out is not the way he went in. If jail is in some way responsible for this...then I'm definitely not going to hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-3648150787811720039?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/3648150787811720039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=3648150787811720039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/3648150787811720039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/3648150787811720039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-are-you-missing.html' title='Why Are You Missing?'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-8907525585517554455</id><published>2008-05-03T16:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T17:09:09.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay! Yay! Yay!</title><content type='html'>This morning I checked my balance and to my surprise God (or the IRS-depending on how you address higher powers) blessed me with an unexpected refund.  I figured I might get one but I didn't think it would be so respectable.  I actually received double what I was expecting.  As you can guess I am extremely excited about all this money falling into my bank account and I would like to take this time to respectfully ask that it keep happening.  I do so love an overflowing bank account.  Usually I have to work about a million hours to get a bonus but in this case I didn't have to do, well, anything.  And that my friends is the most awesome check of all-the unexpected one.  Moving along.  So gym dude and I have been flirting on a third grade level for a few weeks, however, I know not one important fact about him with the exception of his first name, what he does, and that he's hot.  Is he single? Not a clue.  Is he straight?  Who knows.  Is he interested in me? Again, I'm at a loss.  We had a rather lame conversation today so I'm not feeling so encouraged.  Our jokes weren't that funny today and I'm getting a little tired of flirting.  Mostly b/c I'm impatient and not so good at flirting.  However, I can console myself with the fact that I did get 2 good solid hours of working out this morning, so I am well on my way back to my fighting weight.  Hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-8907525585517554455?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/8907525585517554455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=8907525585517554455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/8907525585517554455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/8907525585517554455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/05/yay-yay-yay.html' title='Yay! Yay! Yay!'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-7996465848046813583</id><published>2008-05-02T21:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T21:31:12.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WDJwVHB-bEw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WDJwVHB-bEw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this song (and video) has been out for a while now but it's still my favorite.  This song is so London.  Everytime I hear it I just want to get on a plane and be out!  I also feel like she has crazy chemistry with Kanye in this.  And dare I say, he actually appears to be cute and somewhat charming in this video.  I know it'll probably never happen, but once (or if) he gets over his ex he should just go ahead and hook it up with Estelle.  She seems like she would be a good match for Ye.  And then they can double date with me and Pharrell (j/k...sort of).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-7996465848046813583?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/7996465848046813583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=7996465848046813583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/7996465848046813583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/7996465848046813583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-know-this-song-and-video-has-been-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-4919961979731656964</id><published>2008-05-02T19:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T21:06:47.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two For the Price of One</title><content type='html'>I stole a movie today. Well, I didn't actually physically steal a movie, but I did take it back to junior high, meaning, I paid for one movie, saw it and when it was over I snuck into another movie of my choice. I know I should feel some sort of remorse for this, but considering a gallon of gas is roughly the same price as seeing a movie, and neither should cost as much as it does, I figured I had to take this into my own hands. At least for today. I'm usually a law abiding citizen, but today I wanted to see two movies and not have to drop close to $20 for doing so. I also got popcorn, so I spent close to $20 for the matinee anyway. I did what I had to do. Don't judge me. I've been working almost everyday straight for 2 months and I am so very tired. I have a few days off and I am trying to soak up every moment of it. Since I've been off, I've had a few drinks, stolen a movie, gone to the gym and actually had time to do cardio and managed to get like 10 hours a sleep a night. So beautiful and oh so fulfilling. I also figured since I've managed to luck up on more time I could actually post something new. So, Viola! Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-4919961979731656964?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/4919961979731656964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=4919961979731656964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/4919961979731656964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/4919961979731656964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/05/two-for-price-of-one.html' title='Two For the Price of One'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-6571355469310099108</id><published>2008-04-05T13:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T13:46:27.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the Day:  How Do You Flirt At the Gym?</title><content type='html'>I've heard from several people that the gym is a "pick up" spot. How is this even possible? I guess I ask b/c when I go to the gym, I don't go to talk and catch up. I go to work out. I actually sweat at the gym. I probably don't smell that great when I leave the gym. I don't talk to anyone at the gym. I barely talked to my trainers. I don't wear extra hot outfits to the gym. If I spend my money on something cute, it will not be gym clothes. Don't get me wrong. If that's how you roll, I have no judgement about it, it's just not me. However, this morning when I was working out, I happened to have an encounter with a very attractive gymtastic (ie. very fit and hot) young man. I had done a lot of arm work and was trying to adjust the height on another machine. I was so weak that I couldn't get it together so I just started laughing to myself. When I looked up, there was this very hot young man laughing at me as well. He came over and adjusted the machine for me while we both laughed. I tried to explain what happened but I couldn't b/c we were laughing so much. I thanked him, he said "no problem" and every body went back to gym business as usual. I relayed the story to my mom and my friend Nik and both asked if I had gotten a name or number. The answer is "no". Why? B/c I don't feel hot at the gym. I feel sweaty, tired and of questionable freshness. This is not how I like to feel when I flirt with potential dates. Apparently flirting at the gym does get done. I would like to know how. Feel free to let me know how it's done b/c seriously, I would very much like to see this dude again in a non-gym setting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-6571355469310099108?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/6571355469310099108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=6571355469310099108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/6571355469310099108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/6571355469310099108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/04/question-of-day-how-do-you-flirt-at-gym.html' title='Question of the Day:  How Do You Flirt At the Gym?'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-867703837678085326</id><published>2008-04-05T12:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T13:22:57.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Saturday Mimi</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Mb3rdWUmbo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Mb3rdWUmbo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love this song.  There is nothing like a little Mimi while you're on the treadmill.  Currently, "Touch My Body-Remix" is in heavy rotation on my Ipod.  The dancing in this video is not the business but I like the cartoon.  That said, that "Touch My Body" video is not the business to me.  That is why it was not posted today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-867703837678085326?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/867703837678085326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=867703837678085326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/867703837678085326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/867703837678085326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-saturday-mimi.html' title='A Little Saturday Mimi'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-5625463033300540715</id><published>2008-04-05T12:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T17:13:33.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't This Some ****!</title><content type='html'>I don't have much love for complainers in general. As a result, I try my best not to complain or whine or be annoying. But I have to let this out. As you know (if you know me anyway, and if you're reading this blog you probably do) my mom lives out of the country. Since I managed to lose my car in a very irresponsible turn of events that had little to do with me and a lot to do with the bad judgement of another driver, my mom left me her car to use b/c she's mostly away. This all would be extremely awesome if my mom managed to care about the well being of her cars. Well, she doesn't and that means, while it may look good on the outside it's more than likely corroded under the hood. Again, let me stress that I am not complaining. I love my mom and through my years of driving I have been the recipient of many of my mom's hand me down cars and it's always the same thing. Cool on the outside, corroded where it counts. To bring you up to date, I have been the caregiver of this car for almost 2 years now. Last year I managed to take care of the insurance, general maintenance, registration, etc. Everything was cool. This year while my mom was home, she tried to take care of some car stuff and it has been a no go. Back taxes owed, major part needs to be replaced, registration is off-all of it. How did this happen? Hell, if I know. What I do know is that "the plan" was to have it all taken care of before she flew back out to paradise but that hasn't happened and now I have to make it happen. I don't mind, but I could have stepped in 2 weeks ago. I love my mom but we just approach things differently. And man do I wish I could pay this $700+ differently (meaning not at all) but it is what it is. Did I mention that I love my mom? B/c I do and I really appreciate her pretty much turning her car over to me but man, again, we could have done this so differently. Anyway. I'm done with this. At least I have a job and can pay for this stuff. That's the best part. I'm just still learning to be able to watch a big chunk of my money peace out and not have a heart attack.  I can't help it.  I've always been so serious about my paper.  I'll be over this by the end of today but right now, I'm still not that pleased. I'm going to reheat some Chinese food, watch Extreme Makeover and let it go. Have a great Saturday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-5625463033300540715?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/5625463033300540715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=5625463033300540715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/5625463033300540715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/5625463033300540715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/04/aint-this-some.html' title='Ain&apos;t This Some ****!'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-7824051901295646256</id><published>2008-03-30T15:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T16:22:39.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Throwback</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="307"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x9vuw&amp;v3=1&amp;related=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.dailymotion.com/swf/x9vuw&amp;v3=1&amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="307" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x9vuw_toni-braxton-youre-makin-me-high_music"&gt;Toni braxton - you&amp;#039;re makin&amp;#039; me high&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/hakim93200"&gt;hakim93200&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say that I want every birthday that I have from this day forward to involve this kind of entertainment. Please understand that I do NOT mean male strippers. I mean, sure, some ladies love them, but I'm not one of them. Just don't find them to be particularly sexy. What I do find sexy is the heated hotness that is Bryce Wilson (playing Toni's love interest in the video). I love sexy chocolate with nice eyebrows, lips and lashes. YUM-ME! But seriously, this video is like 12 years old and there haven't been many more that featured an array of hotness such as this. I find that to be a problem. J, Q and whoever else is reading that knows me, please start planning to make this scene of big playing cards and hot men showing up to my penthouse suite waiting to be rated a reality. I'll love you forever for it. That being said, I must be more proactive about getting back in shape. I was supposed to work out today but I have decided to play on the computer instead, which is not a good choice. I think I'm going to have to get a picture of Mr. Ross and place it on my computer screen to remind me of what I don't want for myself. Anyway, I have stuff to do and it involves getting off the computer and out of the bed, so I'm going to work toward that. Have a great rest of the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-7824051901295646256?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/7824051901295646256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=7824051901295646256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/7824051901295646256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/7824051901295646256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/03/throwback.html' title='Throwback'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-380812310570831586</id><published>2008-03-23T21:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T21:52:37.767-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Pants</title><content type='html'>I didn't wake up until 3pm today and it felt great.  I haven't had that much sleep in a long time. I should probably follow that up with more sleep so I can get up in the morning and FINALLY go to the gym so I won't be mistaken for Rick Ross.  Anyway, last weekend or the weekend before that I went on a work pants frenzy.  I got new running shoes at a liquidation sale which was cool.  I also got a pair of pink pants.  I know.  Pink pants.  I mean, they looked so cute on the manniquin. And they look cute on me but they're pink.  Not soft pastel pink, but pink pink.  Almost peptol bismol pink.  Not as hot pink but pretty pink.  I'm not sure that I can or should wear these to work but please believe that I'm going to try.  My laptop is hot and I need to wash my face so I'm going to bed but if you have any suggestions on how I can tone down the pinkness of these pants feel free to leave me a comment and let me know.  Caio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-380812310570831586?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/380812310570831586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=380812310570831586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/380812310570831586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/380812310570831586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/03/pink-pants.html' title='Pink Pants'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-9155594746081565923</id><published>2008-03-16T12:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T12:37:03.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>March Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zkhxTlDsQj8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zkhxTlDsQj8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song.  I'm really going to have to go out and buy all of this dude's albums.  Raheem DeVaughn is officially my March husband.  I love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-9155594746081565923?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/9155594746081565923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=9155594746081565923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/9155594746081565923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/9155594746081565923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-husband.html' title='March Husband'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-3550796680315131220</id><published>2008-03-16T12:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T12:25:36.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things You Should Know About Me...</title><content type='html'>1. I never go to bed when I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love to play songs on repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Shopping all day makes me physically ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm really shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I remember more than most people think I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I can always find a sponsor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I want to be a nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I have control issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I hate exercise but I love the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm the hardest working lazy person you'll ever come across.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-3550796680315131220?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/3550796680315131220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=3550796680315131220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/3550796680315131220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/3550796680315131220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/03/10-things-you-should-know-about-me.html' title='10 Things You Should Know About Me...'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-9184444162302432410</id><published>2008-03-16T11:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T12:14:59.234-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixtapes</title><content type='html'>Friday night, I decided that it would be a great idea to freshen up my Itunes playlist. That was not a bright idea. In fact, it's never a bright idea. On average it takes about an hour to delete or add a new song. Knowing this, I decided to start this process right before I went to bed. I told myself it was only going to take 20 minutes tops, but that turned into 2 hours. I blame my mixtape problem for this. You see I've always liked different types of music so in order to make one complete tape I had to mix it up. Sometimes this meant recording a song off the radio. At other times it was recording a song from another tape. Either way the process was pretty ridiculous. You would think with the all the advances in technology making a mix CD would be alot easier. I'm here to tell you that it's not. Depending on where I get the song I still have to try to cut off the DJ talking over all the good parts. I still have to decide the order of the playlist. I still have to start all over if the format isn't right. And in some cases making a mix CD is a little worse than making a tape. Case in point: if I messed up on a tape I could just tape over it. If I mess up on a CD, I have to get a new CD and start over. I'm saying all of this b/c I chose to use my good, valuable bedtime to make three different playlist for a friend of mine. I will not get paid for this. My CD's probably won't even be reimbursed. And it's cool. It just takes so much time. But he deserves to hear "Dedication 2" and every other song Wayne has been on this year and I feel it's my duty to help out the less fortunate. Besides he told me that my mixes are sick and flattery will get you everywhere with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-9184444162302432410?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/9184444162302432410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=9184444162302432410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/9184444162302432410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/9184444162302432410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/03/mixtapes.html' title='Mixtapes'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-4841930298813550839</id><published>2008-03-16T11:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:41.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wait is Over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nAq_EswXyyY/R90_6zXK7BI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zNirRHTBMj8/s1600-h/f.e.d.s..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nAq_EswXyyY/R90_6zXK7BI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zNirRHTBMj8/s320/f.e.d.s..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178365425998294034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This right here, is a certified example of pure awesomeness. First of all this magazine is sold on a website entitled "House of Nubian" where you can get anything from a bezeled out watch, to incense, to a bed in a bag. Hustle man has officially moved to the internet. All the convenience of the incense &amp; oil man at the touch of your hand. Secondly, the title of the magazine is F.E.D.S. or Finally, Every Dimension of the Streets. This has provided me &amp; JYR with so much entertainment over the past week. She was also responsible for finding this beautiful mess, so it's only right that I share her synopsis of this great piece of literature. Check it out below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is def someone's Uncle LeRoy "Tuskegee Red" Watson, hottest dice player and numbers game runner this side of the Mississippi. Seated next to him is his longtime bottom chick Dottie "Yellow Bone Boom Boom" Washington. They met at a strip club in '72, where she worked as a cocktail waitress/bathroom attendant. Tuskegee Red asked for some of her sugar and they've been making sweet Kool-Aid ever since. After a brief stint in the state pen on some light RICO charges, T-Red was released and became a gas station attendant at the local BP, which he later bought for $250 and a jar of pickled pig feet. He and Dottie never had children, but they do have two teacup poodles and a Rottweiler they consider family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon closer inspection, I am pretty sure that picture was taken during a conjugal visit. If that isn't a prison uniform he has on, I don't know what is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this magazine is like the Sister 2 Sister of street life." &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-4841930298813550839?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/4841930298813550839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=4841930298813550839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/4841930298813550839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/4841930298813550839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/03/wait-is-over.html' title='The Wait is Over!'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nAq_EswXyyY/R90_6zXK7BI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zNirRHTBMj8/s72-c/f.e.d.s..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-8801747009441728656</id><published>2008-03-10T19:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T19:37:47.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A Long Time, I Shouldna Left You</title><content type='html'>I finally figured out what the problem was with the format.  I wanted to post, but everytime I would come to my blog the format would be off and I would just get so irritated.  At first I thought it was the Superbowl videos, so I reluctantly took them off and things were still f'ed up.  I soon realized it was all b/c of Ginuwine that everything was so jacked up.  He must not have appreciated my post.  In return he put a small case of roots on my blog.  I guess all is forgiven now b/c everything's back to normal.  It was a long, rough week and a long informative weekend.  I'll catch you up later.  I'm sleepy so I'm going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-8801747009441728656?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/8801747009441728656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=8801747009441728656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/8801747009441728656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/8801747009441728656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-been-long-time-i-shouldna-left-you.html' title='It&apos;s Been A Long Time, I Shouldna Left You'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-1562437292221235851</id><published>2008-02-17T12:33:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T19:32:44.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart &amp; Prayers Go Out to You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xo6km&amp;v3=1&amp;related=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.dailymotion.com/swf/xo6km&amp;v3=1&amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="336" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xo6km_ginuwine-tell-me-do-u-wanna_music"&gt;Ginuwine - Tell Me Do U Wanna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/R33f"&gt;R33f&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="307"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xaqzr&amp;v3=1&amp;related=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.dailymotion.com/swf/xaqzr&amp;v3=1&amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="307" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xaqzr_ginuwine-in-those-jeans_music"&gt;Ginuwine - In Those Jeans &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/hakim93200"&gt;hakim93200&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put Ginuwine at the top of your prayer lists b/c he is going through it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-1562437292221235851?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/1562437292221235851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=1562437292221235851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/1562437292221235851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/1562437292221235851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-heart-prayers-go-out-to-you.html' title='My Heart &amp; Prayers Go Out to You...'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-8741984961885981945</id><published>2008-02-15T12:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T12:45:51.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>I really don't have the time to write or reflect at the present time but my mind keeps wandering off while I try to do more important (and much more boring) things.  Sometimes I reflect on past decisions or lack thereof and I think about all of the things that I could have done better or just differently.  I think that's why I'm so hard on my little sister at times.  I've made it a mission to try A LOT of things, some favorable some not, and I really want her to have the luxury of not having to learn from the same mistakes as I did.  I'm learning that this is probably impossible.  If you have a sibling you know what I mean.  Sometimes I feel like my mistakes mean nothing at all.  But I'm starting to realize that they do mean something to someone and most of the time it has turned out to be me.  I mean, my sister listens as much as a little sister living her own life can, but she's got to do her and honestly, I respect that.  And truthfully, I'm really the one that needs to learn from my mistakes b/c it's my life.  So, I guess I've learned that while my mistakes are valuable teaching tools, they are ultimately for me to learn from and if anyone else benefits then it's purely a bonus.  It's still really hard when you love someone a whole lot and you see them taking a well travelled path that didn't end particularly well for you, but I guess that's how parents feel all the time.  Thankfully, my mom sits back quietly as my sister and I continue to live our own lives.  She only interjects when necessary or when asked and I love her for it.  Well, since I've gone over my 6 minute typing allotment I have to go, but please hug your parent or parents.  They're just people doing the best that they can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-8741984961885981945?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/8741984961885981945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=8741984961885981945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/8741984961885981945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/8741984961885981945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/02/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-1296149702339084471</id><published>2008-02-09T01:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T01:24:12.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give It Up</title><content type='html'>That's what I need to do.  Just give it up and go to sleep.  I guess I'm staying up b/c my sister flies out tomorrow morning.  This was probably the most time I've got to spend with her since...?  See?  It's been that long.  Of course I'm proud, happy, excited, and all that other good stuff, but I'm going to miss her a little bit.  I got used to laughing with her and talking to her everyday.  She's hilarious and she understands the family things that go on that a lot of my friends don't.  Anyway.  I'm fine.  Just ridiculously sleepy and feeling slightly single.  Which is weird b/c any other day (or night) I have absolutely no problem with being single, but tonight it doesn't feel so sweet.  Maybe this is hormonal?  Well, beats me.  I'm going to sleep.  And just to make myself feel better, I should probably dream about Kerry Rhodes.  I mean it couldn't hurt...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-1296149702339084471?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/1296149702339084471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=1296149702339084471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/1296149702339084471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/1296149702339084471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/02/give-it-up.html' title='Give It Up'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-8078879033475579222</id><published>2008-02-08T19:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:41.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great State of New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nAq_EswXyyY/R6z2cpIE8BI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ADXViXaillg/s1600-h/kerry1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nAq_EswXyyY/R6z2cpIE8BI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ADXViXaillg/s320/kerry1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164773844623618066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yessir, NY is killing 'em in the football game.  No, I have absolutely no idea what the Jets' record is.  And quite frankly I really do not care.  What I do care about is how hot Kerry Rhodes is.  He plays for the NY Jets &amp; if you add in the hotness that is Plaxico (NY Giants) NY is officially 2 for 2.  And I'm suddenly jealous of all the fun my little sister will be having in her new city.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-8078879033475579222?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/8078879033475579222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=8078879033475579222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/8078879033475579222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/8078879033475579222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/02/great-state-of-new-york.html' title='The Great State of New York'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nAq_EswXyyY/R6z2cpIE8BI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ADXViXaillg/s72-c/kerry1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-483454458681566400</id><published>2008-02-08T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T14:09:01.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Addiction</title><content type='html'>I have somehow managed to develop an insane addiction to coffee.  Anybody that knows me knows that this was not the case as recently as a year ago.  I blame my job and other current professional endeavors.  I had more coffee this week than water and that is so not the business at all.  To remedy my bad choices, I had a very tall glass of water this morning after my half super mug of double chocolate flavored coffee with vanilla cream &amp; of course splenda b/c I'm addicted to that too.  Because of all this coffee drinking I started to make some parallels.  Drinking coffee (the way I drink it-flavored &amp; full of cream &amp; sweetener) taste like drinking hot chocolate.  And it gives me the same chocolatey euphoria if you will.  I know that people say it's some type of something in chocolate that replicates the feeling of "love" but I think it just might be the caffeine doing what it does.  Seriously.  Case in point, I haven't thought about guys in a minute.  Ok, not exactly.  But I haven't thought about sex much.  Ok, that's not really true either.  But there is no sex going down and I think coffee is helping me with that.  See?  I can tie it all together when it really counts.  Anyway.  I really need to get back to my productive agenda.  I just needed a quick break to explain the joy that coffee gives me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-483454458681566400?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/483454458681566400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=483454458681566400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/483454458681566400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/483454458681566400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-addiction.html' title='New Addiction'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-8746921867102623449</id><published>2008-02-04T19:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T19:10:58.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Because the Joy Is Still So Fresh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/p/0B698F5413DCC7CB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/p/0B698F5413DCC7CB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely Gorgeous.  Oh and the catch was pretty good too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-8746921867102623449?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/8746921867102623449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=8746921867102623449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/8746921867102623449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/8746921867102623449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/02/because-joy-is-still-so-fresh.html' title='Because the Joy Is Still So Fresh...'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-5374837721939376415</id><published>2008-02-04T19:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T19:13:14.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Commercial EVER!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/p/694A99621AF22E31"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/p/694A99621AF22E31" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, when I saw this last night I died.  I could not stop laughing, first b/c I just KNEW it was fake and then b/c the soundtrack was dude playing the oboe.  Completely hilarious.  My sister reminded me to look Chester up and I did and the story is actually real making this commerical even better.  My sweet, sweet Jesus how I love the Superbowl and all of the foolishness that comes with it.  This commercial is awesome.  I salute you Chester Pitts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-5374837721939376415?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/5374837721939376415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=5374837721939376415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/5374837721939376415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/5374837721939376415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/02/best-commercial-ever.html' title='The Best Commercial EVER!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-6608165845047939091</id><published>2008-02-04T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:42:42.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay Giants!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nAq_EswXyyY/R6ePGJIE7_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/b87PXtaPYlw/s1600-h/Plaxico_Burress_Super_Bowl_TD_pass_631951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nAq_EswXyyY/R6ePGJIE7_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/b87PXtaPYlw/s320/Plaxico_Burress_Super_Bowl_TD_pass_631951.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163252833495347186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great is this picture?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was one of the best games I have ever seen.  Usually Superbowl games go by very very slowly to me.  But this game seemed to go by so fast even though it wasn't a high scoring game.  How about that Giant's defense?  They played the mess out of that football game.  My (not!) husband managed to play through all the pain, ridicule and whatever else that was going on and landed that perfect catch.  It was so pretty.  I thought it was great when Pam Oliver mentioned that people were calling him the MVP of the game and he said it was all about the defense.  Which was 100% correct.  Defense set that win up for real.  Even Eli has a ring now so he doesn't have to be in the shadow of everyone else.  It was just a sweet game.  My mom even said she saw my cousin flash across the screen.  So Yay Giants!  Yay Plaxico!  Yay Eli!  Now that it's all over I hope Plaxico can get his ankle and knee and whatever else healed up.  I also hope he gets some rest and gets to spend lots of time with his family (his son is a cutie pie)  Ok, I have to get back to my regularly scheduled life.  I just wanted to take some time out to give props where they were due.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-6608165845047939091?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/6608165845047939091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=6608165845047939091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/6608165845047939091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/6608165845047939091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/02/yay-giants.html' title='Yay Giants!!!!'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nAq_EswXyyY/R6ePGJIE7_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/b87PXtaPYlw/s72-c/Plaxico_Burress_Super_Bowl_TD_pass_631951.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-7004291310077991898</id><published>2008-02-02T02:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T19:25:28.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear So and So</title><content type='html'>Dear Plaxico,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very tall, chocolatey &amp; hot-just like I like 'em.  Thank you for your general existence.  I know that you are unavailable &amp; I respect that, it's just that you are really hot and I really respect that as well.  I will be watching the SuperBowl for you and my cousin.  Please win.  Oh and thanks for accepting my message of "hello &amp; congrats" even though we are strangers.  That was nice of you.  Man, you are hot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respectfully,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear MySpace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not the best of both worlds.  On one hand you are amazing b/c I can find people I have been looking for for years.  On the other hand, you are full of ex-boyfriends that I would rather pretend never happened or existed.  And of course I have to know what they are doing, meaning subjecting myself to pure foolishness on their pages.  Resulting in being slightly (ok, majorly) pissed about the content.  My own fault of course.  Whatever.  I still love you b/c your good heavily outweighs your bad.  And I fux with you for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devotedly yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Self,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear TD,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are reminescent of Plaxico and that is SO dangerous.  But I'm intrigued.  So very intrigued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bree&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-7004291310077991898?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/7004291310077991898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=7004291310077991898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/7004291310077991898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/7004291310077991898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/02/dear-so-so.html' title='Dear So and So'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-5165489087505715970</id><published>2008-01-30T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T11:49:51.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Learned in '07</title><content type='html'>While I was ranting on myspace this morning (which is an ENTIRELY different story) I started to think about the things that I learned and or accomplished last year. And probably still need to work on in '08. And these are the results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Actually left a dude when it was time to leave (instead of waiting for another month, year, or mess up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Seriously moved on from an egregious heartbreak &amp; meant it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sincerely apologized for hurting someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Was sincerely loved &amp; appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Actually separated sex from love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Gave myself the same respect I would have given someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Took care of financial business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Saved money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Saved money for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Loved someone enough to say "no"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Kept the 'goods' to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Learned that curiosity doesn't kill the cat but it hurts like hell when satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Somethings are just NOT worth your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. There's a better way to say everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Fear is bullshit, but I still get scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. You never get over some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Sometimes you don't wish people the best, but one day you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Sometimes you will &amp; do care about people that don't care about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Sometimes 'fuck' is the only word that will do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Trusted God with my whole heart, soul, mind &amp; body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-5165489087505715970?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/5165489087505715970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=5165489087505715970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/5165489087505715970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/5165489087505715970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/01/things-i-learned-in-07.html' title='Things I Learned in &apos;07'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-2577352234840226829</id><published>2008-01-30T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T11:20:06.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, ok. I KNOW I am extremely late. And I also know it's almost not even January anymore. But guess what? It's still 2008 folks so "Happy New Year" it is! There have been and probably will continue to be some slight administrative changes (which probably won't matter b/c I have a readership of like 2, but I love you all the same-kisses) on the blog. The most obvious one being that the artist formerly known as my "favorite chocolate drop" Reggie Bush is no longer on his own personal welcoming slideshow. The reasoning is simple: that was '07. In '08 I'm moving on to different chocolates, brown finesses or whatever may come, b/c I don't discrimination when it comes to sweetness. While it's on my mind, I would like to say a heartfelt RIP to all the loved ones we lost in '07 &amp; the tip of '08 famous (PIMP C, Big Moe, Heath Ledger), personal (god-nephew, cousin's grandma) and whoever else decided to end their personal journey here on earth. Additionally, I would like to send congrats to everybody that had personal/professional victories this year&lt;br /&gt;(my cousin for getting it poppin with the Giants and going to the SuperBowl-Yay!, Q for being on her way to Brazil to play her heart out in soccer, &amp; baby sis for being on the way to NY to make it happen) 2008 is different folks. I can feel it in the air. So you better go ahead and claim your greatness now. If not, you'll only have yourself to blame in the end. And trust me, it will not be worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-2577352234840226829?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/2577352234840226829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=2577352234840226829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/2577352234840226829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/2577352234840226829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-683393839223258727</id><published>2007-12-11T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T20:36:47.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Percy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1Y0YX2826Gn_SVoPMLZN4Jg='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1Y0YX2826Gn_SVoPMLZN4Jg=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is even more reason for me to love Phonte of Little Brother AKA Percy Miracles.  This right here is up there with "Sensual Seduction" by Snoop.  I have no more words so please enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-683393839223258727?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/683393839223258727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=683393839223258727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/683393839223258727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/683393839223258727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/12/sweet-percy.html' title='Sweet Percy'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-3717750207673679975</id><published>2007-12-01T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T09:44:19.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the Day</title><content type='html'>How tight should your work pants be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my question of the day (or maybe weekend).  I meant to post this during the actual work week, but I'm heavily in demand and have a whole lot of everything going on (and I do love it).  Anyway.  On about Tuesday or Wednesday or someday last week that wasn't Friday, one of my co-workers showed up in some pants that could only be described as "inappropriate for life".  Just to let you know, I do work in an office and perform what one could describe as a professional job.  The job that one would assume she performed while wearing those pants probably wouldn't include those pants at all.  Seriously though, another co-worker told me that the last time chick wore those pants to work she and another co-worker had to help her get in and out of them so she could use the bathroom.  I wasn't too sure why she offered those services, but I digress.  The point is those pants are tight as hell.  These pants are too tight to even be thrown in the "club clothes" pile.  If I saw these at the club, I'd be slightly embarrased for the wearer b/c they aren't hot tight, just tight tight.  &lt;br /&gt;And since I'm not a hater I will disclose the fact that I wore some pretty tight jeans to work on Friday, but they were hot, as am I, so that's different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-3717750207673679975?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/3717750207673679975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=3717750207673679975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/3717750207673679975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/3717750207673679975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/12/question-of-day.html' title='Question of the Day'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-6997354346553816767</id><published>2007-12-01T08:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T09:46:01.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for Thought</title><content type='html'>"I ain't saying that it's right, but we often pay the price&lt;br /&gt;               cause a woman's life is love and a man's love is life..."&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/52952170419b13/"&gt;"Breaking My Heart"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  excerpt from Phonte's verse                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm a little more "grown up", I find myself not merely listening but actually paying attention to lyrics.  I just recently downloaded "Breaking My Heart" and of course it's hot and it features Lil Wayne (which surprisingly doesn't make or break the song...not that LB isn't awesome, it's just that Wayne comes in with some ol' regular whatever rhyming) but what caught my attention was the quoted verse above.  Now we all know I love me some Phonte, but I think those two lines are phenomenally insightful.  Basically, a woman's goal is a loving relationship and a man's goal is having the time of his life.  That's pretty great information if you think about it b/c it explains certain things.  Like why a lot of men want to wait until a certain age to get married (I think it might be like 40 now) and why a lot of women want to get married pretty young.  Men have more living to do and women feel like their living consists primarily of being a wife, then mother then everything else.  Please note that I am NOT implying that this applies to all men and women, but society does and has always placed some sort of "traditional role" on males and females.  I digress.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phonte has done it again.  Not only has he managed to entertain me with a hot ass song, but he has managed to provoke my thoughts.  In relationships I am very much of a traditional "girly girly" (if I really love someone) and this can often lead to me taking a backseat on a lot of things that I want and need for me.  I'm now learning to look out for myself b/c there's no guarantee that the significant other is going to always be around.  Not that I don't believe in "real love" and "marriage" and "relationships" but I believe there's a better way (for me) to exist in those type of relationships.  For me, that quotable illustrates what can happen if you don't continue to do you as well as doing all the relationship stuff.  It's about balance and with balance you can choose it all.  So I'm choosing love and life and when it's time, someone who can accept that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This episode of Dr. Phil has officially come to a close.  Please enjoy new hotness from "The Getback" below.  (which I need to purchase this weekend)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/529503019646f6/"&gt;Little Brother-Dreams ft. Praverb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/5295357006a54e/"&gt;"This is Your Night"-Little Brother&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/5295426bcdd18f/"&gt;"Good Clothes"-Little Brother&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-6997354346553816767?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/6997354346553816767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=6997354346553816767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/6997354346553816767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/6997354346553816767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/12/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for Thought'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-2493190843071142491</id><published>2007-11-30T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T23:41:22.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Goodness</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1ZlEQT3xn4HYQ7tpfYxVYt4='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1ZlEQT3xn4HYQ7tpfYxVYt4=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just recently loaded this to my Ipod and I'm finding it harder and harder not to break out into the chorus in the middle of work.  Check out the hard ass dancing in this video.  Check out the complete regularness of the video chicks.  Check out the girls wearing their "real" hair.  Check out the bad graphics.  This, is what I call entertainment, people.  Clowning aside, this song probably possesses one of the best beats of the era.  When it comes on you have to take notice.  Combine that with T-Ray's husky yelling and it's a wrap.  Plus, the song is just hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-2493190843071142491?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/2493190843071142491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=2493190843071142491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/2493190843071142491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/2493190843071142491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/11/golden-goodness.html' title='Golden Goodness'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-3638980745172554284</id><published>2007-11-30T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T23:03:35.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I Can</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1cc2MBdSyuUMO6yTdu6yq_c='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1cc2MBdSyuUMO6yTdu6yq_c=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out all of this hilarity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Greg Nice doing the wop.&lt;br /&gt;2.  The swimsuits.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Kid Capri looking so young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on.  Premo is awesome and that's really all I have to say.  Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-3638980745172554284?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/3638980745172554284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=3638980745172554284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/3638980745172554284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/3638980745172554284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/11/because-i-can.html' title='Because I Can'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-769421620685222331</id><published>2007-11-21T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T10:09:25.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is It</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1ex3KaVDUmvKFtxeAYxZDG4='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1ex3KaVDUmvKFtxeAYxZDG4=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing when this was the joint?  I used to love, love, love dude in the orange hat.  Thought he was the hottest thing walking.  I used to play this in the Altima with the sun roof open (don't laugh), knowing I was the shit.  This song is still hot right this second.  Orange hat?  Not so much.  Sorry baby.  That aside, this is a classic pure and simple.  Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-769421620685222331?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/769421620685222331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=769421620685222331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/769421620685222331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/769421620685222331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is-it.html' title='This Is It'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-3900606338193329774</id><published>2007-11-21T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T10:00:16.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Truce</title><content type='html'>I know its been a million years since I've had anything to say, but as you know I work hard for the money so most times I'm tired as hell.  Sometimes too tired to even go to sleep.  Regardless, I do apologize and today I want take this opportunity to send a little love out to all the ex-boyfriends.  Specifically, all my ex-boyfriends.  I just want to thank you all for helping me learn so much about myself.  I hope you all are having a wonderful, successful life and are being treated beautifully by everyone you all deeply care about.  Whether you are "single", "in a relationship" or "married", I hope you are truly, truly happy.  God bless you all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully that was convincing enough because I really tried.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I was thinking the other day and I realized life is too short to be holding grudges against people who are probably not even thinking of you and if you're honest, you really don't think about them that much.  I mean, my life is so in the upswing of greatness that I don't have time to even celebrate all the good stuff that's jumpin' off let alone whine about some old ish. People come and go, but I'm most thankful for the people who managed to stick it out and stick around.  So to all homies, I want to say "I love you" and I'm so thankful that y'all are &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; apart of my life.  Oh and remember this:  the best is yet to come.  Have a great pre-Thanksgiving.  Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-3900606338193329774?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/3900606338193329774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=3900606338193329774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/3900606338193329774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/3900606338193329774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/11/truce.html' title='Truce'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-789075414687503031</id><published>2007-11-02T16:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T17:04:18.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Blame This</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1ZTof0oYOWfUgNh9PDjFPgU='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1ZTof0oYOWfUgNh9PDjFPgU=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I'm concerned, this video started the whole "too grown to be so young" R&amp;B star (male category).  I used to love this song though and for about 15 Good Minutes I used to really really want those Manolo Tims.  Thank God I didn't give into my material desires on that one.  Sometimes you gotta know when to hold 'em and fold 'em.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-789075414687503031?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/789075414687503031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=789075414687503031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/789075414687503031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/789075414687503031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-blame-this.html' title='I Blame This'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-6029583068773500117</id><published>2007-11-02T14:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T15:34:26.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the Holdup?</title><content type='html'>Where are &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; of these dudes?  If you see them on the street or wherever kindly point them toward the nearest studio.  Consider it community service.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1TS_wR27FdVm88KRMI4lvSQ='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1TS_wR27FdVm88KRMI4lvSQ=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1YIzI72AbUbAdz56qeWs6uA='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param &lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1Sxdr3-KvDZ9bxOkfIhYgKA='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1Sxdr3-KvDZ9bxOkfIhYgKA=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1YIzI72AbUbAdz56qeWs6uA=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1T_4qSx9GET9hebG2pOhxtc='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1T_4qSx9GET9hebG2pOhxtc=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special tactics should be used if you see either of these gentlemen.  They must be escorted to the nearest recording device.  Be it a cell phone, tape recorder or an old school answering machine.  Just keep the master recording and we'll figure out the rest later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1dji4zx_YXff85_Qo1T94-k='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1dji4zx_YXff85_Qo1T94-k=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1VZP13XpVo8lA_b-Ul-kjZI='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1VZP13XpVo8lA_b-Ul-kjZI=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-6029583068773500117?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/6029583068773500117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=6029583068773500117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/6029583068773500117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/6029583068773500117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/11/whats-holdup.html' title='What&apos;s the Holdup?'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-2305316695783565333</id><published>2007-11-02T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T14:14:26.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Going Back to Cali...</title><content type='html'>Naw, I don't think so.  But sometimes when I remember how free and relaxed and just "me" I felt out there, I really want to go back.  Currently, I can't because I lost that half of the country in the divorce.  So until I can handle the possibility of running into some very interesting situations without resorting to immediate assault, it's a good idea for me to keep it to the east coast.  Who knows what the future holds though?  All I can say is of all the places I have ever lived that was where I felt the most home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1VFyZiRCKxr_duQq2M0DWkM='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1VFyZiRCKxr_duQq2M0DWkM=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably my favorite Brandy song besides "He Is".  I love this video b/c there is nothing like driving down the Pacific Coast Highway day or night with the road winding through the hills and the ocean as the backdrop.  Simply gorgeous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-2305316695783565333?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/2305316695783565333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=2305316695783565333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/2305316695783565333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/2305316695783565333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-going-back-to-cali.html' title='I&apos;m Going Back to Cali...'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-5827483647614806716</id><published>2007-11-01T17:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T18:10:17.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless America!</title><content type='html'>I had the pleasure of enjoying left over Halloween candy all day at work.  The great part is that Reese's cups are second in line to being crowned the "Nectar of the Gods."&lt;br /&gt;(sweet tea currently holds the title)  The not so great part is b/c of all the Reese's that I ate, my morning gym visit was cancelled out.  I suck.  Oh well.  But since we're on the subject of Reese's can anyone tell me where they get that peanut butter from?  There is not a peanut butter that exists in nature that is as sweet and perfectly textured as the peanut butter found in a Reese's cup.  I remember when Reese's came out with their own brand of peanut butter how absolutely devastated I was that it tasted like regular old peanut butter.  That's brand loyalty and recognition right there.  I am and will always be an advertiser's target market.  You put it on tv and I really want it.  I've been practicing self control.  I'll let you know when it starts to work.  I'm exhausted and don't have much to say.  I've been annoyed from all angles this week and I need to take a nap, so I'm gonna make it happen.  Watch this.  JYR sent it to me and I. love. it.  Made me want to do few more back raises so my poppin game is strengthened.  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1df80aUT-e0wx-YEs3N1B24='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1df80aUT-e0wx-YEs3N1B24=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-5827483647614806716?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/5827483647614806716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=5827483647614806716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/5827483647614806716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/5827483647614806716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/11/god-bless-america.html' title='God Bless America!'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-2639675797800243456</id><published>2007-10-31T20:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T18:12:49.915-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Some Bull</title><content type='html'>After I checked my email this evening, I accidentally ran the mouse over the horoscope link.  I read it.  It was inoffensive.  I then decided to read my Chinese horoscope.  Bad move.  It pretty much said 2007 is a complete wrap!  Pack it up and move it out!  It actually read:  "overall year 37% favorable (and the 37% makes it look better than it is)" end quote.  How f'ed up is that?  To  make matters worse, I casually went to check the Chinese horoscope of a non-friend of mine (an ex-boyfriend to be exact) and the exact opposite was listed.  It honestly read as the best year of life for this dude.  Love: Woman of your dreams.  Money: Never stops coming.  Career:  Never been hotter.  Overall: You're doing waaaaaaay better than your stupid ex-girlfriend.  All this would be fine if I felt like all this goodness made sense.  You see, I'm not a hater.  Although I don't have good feelings about said person at this time, I hope that passes and the day will come where I don't feel mild hatred when he is mentioned.  Ok. It's more like supreme disappointment when he's mentioned, not mild hatred.  But it's still an uncomfortable feeling.  Mostly because I feel like this person tricked me.  He tricked me into really loving him and then he changed the game.  I won't go into the whole sordid story b/c it's not important.  Just know that he made some interesting, unnecessary and somewhat questionable confessions for absolutely no reason at all expect to be rude to me.  So while I am fully aware that he is an extremely talented individual, I am also aware that he has morphed into an asshole.  And I have a problem with an asshole having a higher percentage of yearly success than me.  Call me petty, but it is what it is.  Maybe when I zen out and get all spiritually correct all up and through my soul I can feel for real happy for his year, but not today.  That Chinese horoscope was just too much and to keep it real, sometimes just sometimes, I feel like that dude should pay.  Sorry.  I'll go and work on my soul now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-2639675797800243456?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/2639675797800243456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=2639675797800243456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/2639675797800243456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/2639675797800243456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/10/thats-some-bull.html' title='That&apos;s Some Bull'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-1208312000604598036</id><published>2007-10-31T16:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T17:09:27.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Jesus</title><content type='html'>Keep me in your everlasting arms.  My ears are literally burning.  My workday was cut short again today and while I'm not pleased about it, I'm keeping a positive frame of mind.  My co-worker is not.  She took this as her opportunity to whine the day away in my ear on the way to the parking lot.  She whined about the inconsistency of our project.  She whined about why some people were asked back and why some were not.  She whined about the lack of hours we've been getting.  She then whined about the possibility of working on the weekend b/c she wants to be able to spend a weekend with her family since she worked last weekend.  Whine, whine, whine, whine.  Great day in the mother f***ing morning!  A rational person can only take so much.  It speaks volumes of my resolve that she is still able to speak, let alone whine to me about things that I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; have to deal with.  That's the part that's on the verge of driving me crazy.  This shit is not just happening to her, it's just that everybody else is handling it better.  Take this whining BS to your husband.  He made some sort of vows to you about sickness and in health, richer or poorer, so take that poor me ish to him.  I absolutely detest whining and whiners in general.  Take that shit outside, fix your voice and speak to me like an adult please.  I don't like it from kids and I definitely don't like it from grown-ups.  Thank the sweet Lord that I can write all of this here.  As a result, I was able to politely tell co-worker that I am remaining positive about the situation so I choose to remain quiet while everything works itself out.  Because the truth is this:  Thank God we have a job.  Thank God we get paid.  Thank God that we worked this weekend or the next check would be on life support.  Thank God we got off early today b/c you got to take your kids treat-or-treating (something else you complained about yesterday).  And since we got off early everyday this week and didn't even go in on Monday (the day you took your kids to the movies) you effectively got to be home just as they were getting in from school.  Where and what is the problem?  The gift and the curse of common sense makes understanding some thought processes so difficult at times.  I need to go run this irritation out.  Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-1208312000604598036?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/1208312000604598036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=1208312000604598036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/1208312000604598036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/1208312000604598036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/10/sweet-jesus.html' title='Sweet Jesus'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-50813348878516485</id><published>2007-10-30T18:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T19:10:37.532-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thicker Than Your Average?</title><content type='html'>So, I went to work out with my trainer last night and he wanted me to do some crazy ass ab work where I lay on my back, hold my legs up 6 inches from the ground and then draw the alphabet with my feet.  He showed me the example and I asked him what was really going on.  He explained and I told him it looked crazy and that I was going to have to take a pass.  He rightfully agreed that I could.  When I got on the bench to do our usual crazy 6 inches like abs, he told me to be careful b/c I have an "insane" arch in my back.  I was like "what?"  He went on to explain that he could slide his entire hand underneath my back when I lie down b/c of the arch.  Which is true, but as I explained to him, not uncommon for most women with some curve in the back.  He agreed but looked as if his heart wasn't really in it which led me to believe maybe this is not normal or average.  That is weird to me.  I have a pretty good relationship with my body and I don't find myself to be ridiculously curvy.  No, I am not shaped like a boy, but I'm not shaped like Melyssa Ford or Kim Kardashian either.    And if I was shaped like that it would be great, it's just that I'm not.  So it seems crazy to me that my trainer is acting like I'm all Jessica Rabbit or Buffie the Body.  If I were a seventh grade boy I would say "arch deez."  But I'm not and I really can't think of a better comeback at this time, so I'll just stick with "whatever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-50813348878516485?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/50813348878516485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=50813348878516485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/50813348878516485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/50813348878516485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/10/thicker-than-your-average.html' title='Thicker Than Your Average?'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-6390472640320871149</id><published>2007-10-28T18:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T18:31:31.622-04:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1Qh_xhUBpjhuc3qJmAPkrag='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1Qh_xhUBpjhuc3qJmAPkrag=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I mentioned, the past few weeks have been rough.  In my rush, I failed to mention the passing of Houston legend Big Moe.  So consider this my apology and acknowlegement of a great loss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-6390472640320871149?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/6390472640320871149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=6390472640320871149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/6390472640320871149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/6390472640320871149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/10/rip.html' title='R.I.P.'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-2341733541300634991</id><published>2007-10-27T20:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T21:05:03.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>I was going to title this entry "My Ex-boyfriend Is Lame" but I figured that was a little salty and I don't feel particularly salty today.  And although my ex-boyfriend is lame, for a host of reasons, he hasn't done anything (lately) to warrant such a mention.  He was on my mind today though.  I hope he's safe.  Moving right along.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1QLWvb4pNAjvlNLs_vU8bts='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1QLWvb4pNAjvlNLs_vU8bts=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This right here is my new song.  Ever since the first time I heard it on the radio I've been looking forward to hearing it again.  It just reminds me of that spring or summer song.  You know the one that comes out just when you're about to get out of school for the year.  Love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1QNVTOC-4DPmmFR4KX9UgCU='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1QNVTOC-4DPmmFR4KX9UgCU=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless Pastor Troy, King Tut goatee and all.  This song will forever and always get it crunk up in any spot in the nation and abroad.  And that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1Y7LBM43RKKRBL1ivk_gQtI='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1Y7LBM43RKKRBL1ivk_gQtI=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's the night like Betty Wright and I'm chillin.  What's amazing is the way Snoop aged 50 years from 1992-1998.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all.  Earlier today I think I had some thoughts about what I was going to write and what songs I was going to post but that went completely out the window  and you got stuck with this instead.  Have a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-2341733541300634991?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/2341733541300634991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=2341733541300634991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/2341733541300634991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/2341733541300634991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/10/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-1771718364997748769</id><published>2007-10-25T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T23:07:58.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Hit Wonder</title><content type='html'>"This is How We Do It".  I distinctly remembering NEVER liking that song.  I also remember it being on everything from BET to Now That's What I Call Music 5411.  While it was everywhere it was not a good song.  It was, however, and much to my complete disdain, a hit.  So big of a hit, some people probably wonder why he hasn't shown up on any one hit wonder shows.  Well, I like to think it's b/c he's a three hit wonder.  Honestly, he might just be a 2 1/2 hit wonder, but 3 hit wonder has more of a ring to it, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;See the evidence below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="178"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/2tmSohwvqC3gE2409"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/2tmSohwvqC3gE2409" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="200" height="178" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xajnt_montell-jordan-this-is-how-we-do-it_music"&gt;Montell Jordan - This Is How We Do It&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/hakim93200"&gt;hakim93200&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="152"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/1fHfKbPujn7t8c0zn"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/1fHfKbPujn7t8c0zn" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="200" height="152" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1pcfl_montell-jordan-ft-master-p-lets-rid_music"&gt;Montell Jordan ft Master P - Let&amp;#039;s Ride&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/akhenaton38"&gt;akhenaton38&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="152"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/7G8xBuodKuBo86DkN"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/7G8xBuodKuBo86DkN" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="200" height="152" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xxw1h_montell-jordan-get-it-on-tonite_music"&gt;Montell Jordan - Get It On Tonite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/Pschent06"&gt;Pschent06&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I can't even front on "Let's Ride."  That was seriously like my song.  Even tried to learn the dancing from the video.  And as a bonus I have posted this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="256"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/53nE2qxvmso5f23Yr"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/53nE2qxvmso5f23Yr" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="200" height="256" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xajkv_montell-jordan-somethin-for-da-hone_music"&gt;Montell Jordan - Somethin for da honeyz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/hakim93200"&gt;hakim93200&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha!  I know this is the equivalent of "I Like the Crotch on You" by R. Kelly or "Summer Bunnies" also by the R., but it was available and since it's no more offensive to me than "This is How We Do It", I made an executive decision and posted it.  It's all about my personal entertainment folks.  Have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-1771718364997748769?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/1771718364997748769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=1771718364997748769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/1771718364997748769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/1771718364997748769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/10/3-hit-wonder.html' title='3 Hit Wonder'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-5985967803485494624</id><published>2007-10-25T15:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T15:48:53.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1997 or Hype Williams</title><content type='html'>About two days ago I was out running errands, making money or something like that when the DJ decided that he wanted to revisit 1997.  It was crazy b/c 1997 was a pretty good year for me.  School was good.  The boys were good.  I could drive and I had a car.  I still had about 4 jobs though, but there was obviously money.  Anyway.  There were about 4 songs that I equate 1997 (and truth be told some might actually go with 95/96 but I wasn't that old back then so it all seemed the same)  Let me take you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/3ulWowEuLnSp43J9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/3ulWowEuLnSp43J9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="335" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xj1ll_702-steelo_music"&gt;702 - Steelo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/vibe_ro"&gt;vibe_ro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/5ONIrBGHc8PgudJsv"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/5ONIrBGHc8PgudJsv" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="335" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1y5gz_cant-you-see_music"&gt;Can&amp;#039;t you see&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/esoterian"&gt;esoterian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="306"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/7qYmMz97VYPC3658t"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/7qYmMz97VYPC3658t" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="306" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xv2lt_only-you-112-ft-notorious-big-mase_music"&gt;Only you - 112 Ft. Notorious Big &amp;amp; Mase&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/kaz1988"&gt;kaz1988&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="306"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/1eSnYxB9SpTOP2w1r"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/1eSnYxB9SpTOP2w1r" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="306" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xcurt_112-ft-lil-zhane-anywhere_music"&gt;112 ft Lil Zhane - Anywhere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/hakim93200"&gt;hakim93200&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="333"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/56OI3SlMtcHuh2o9S"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/56OI3SlMtcHuh2o9S" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="333" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xc7g4_breath-n-stop"&gt; Breath -N- Stop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/majestic69"&gt;majestic69&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/5fvEnC7E6cIOs2o9v"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/5fvEnC7E6cIOs2o9v" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="364" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xc7fh_vivrant-thing"&gt; Vivrant Thing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/majestic69"&gt;majestic69&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  I admit that I ventured into 1999 really hard and sort of waived to '97 but these were my feel good songs.  I remember my little sister and I first saw "Vivrant Thing"  we were so happy b/c we thought that the girls looked so beautiful.  At the time we thought that was a positive for the black female, but a good thing is only good in moderation.  Oh yeah and Qtip is hot.  Enjoy the videos and have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-5985967803485494624?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/5985967803485494624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=5985967803485494624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/5985967803485494624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/5985967803485494624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/10/1997-or-hype-williams.html' title='1997 or Hype Williams'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-1629897035789321707</id><published>2007-10-25T14:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T15:09:14.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell Week</title><content type='html'>I know, I know.  I've been busy in all aspects of my life.  Except the male aspect and that's actually cool with me.  I have waaaaaaay too much stuff going on at this juncture in my life for any side piece distractions.  Anyway.  As we all know, A LOT has happened in the past two weeks.  I went to Atlanta for the Hip Hop Awards, ran errands for a friend of a friend and still didn't get to go to the show, which in hindsight was a blessing b/c we all know what went down at a certain Walgreen's parking lot.  Complete devastation.  As a result of my totally non-judgmental stance, any comments on the matter would be perceived as biased, so I will refrain.  However, I will say this, I have never met a perfect person in all my years of living on the planet earth and I don't expect to meet one.  This being said, the sheer magnitude of mistakes, mishaps and such that we as humans will make in one lifetime could be viewed as downright embarrassing.  The beauty is learning from these things serve to make us better people in the end. In sum, he's no better than me and I'm not better than him.  We're all just trying to make it.  My heart is still full of love for him and his family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-1629897035789321707?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/1629897035789321707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=1629897035789321707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/1629897035789321707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/1629897035789321707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/10/hell-week.html' title='Hell Week'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-2632790866633775992</id><published>2007-10-11T06:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T07:15:43.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Because It's Only Fair</title><content type='html'>I know yesterday I got a little heated about the whole Lupe Fiasco thing, but that's what I do.  I get heated about things that are close to my heart like hip hop.  And if something doesn't make sense to me, I'm going to have to speak on it.  Again, that's what I do.  However, it's only fair to direct you to Q-Tip's &lt;a href="http://www.hiphopdx.com/index/news/id.5811/title.dx-clusive-fiascogate-fallout-words-from-q-tip"&gt;response&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's really neutral given how heated most have gotten over the whole thing.  I'm guessing this is mainly b/c Q-Tip is a grown man and has sense beneath his belt.  Anyway, the whole thing is pretty tired at this point.  It's on every blog from here to Zimbabwe and honestly, dude probably doesn't deserve all this attention.  In a slight way, I'm sorry I spoke on it, but it illustrated a bigger point to me: the decline of respect.  Again, at some point we are all going to have to learn to live with one another and respect each other.  But to get to that point, people are going to have to start with self.  I had a slight argument with my trainer this morning b/c he was complaining about the state of music today blahblahblah, etc.  He agreed about the lack of respect and then just kept complaining.  I told him, sitting around complaining about how lame people are isn't helping anyone.  He looked shocked but agreed.  The main reason why kids are so pissy is because somebody's always telling them what they like isn't shit, which is interpreted as them not being shit.  That's really why Lupe acted up and to be quite honest, it's why I act up from time to time.  We all just want to be respected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1R_PW_tn3HVRxB_KiOdgTqM='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1R_PW_tn3HVRxB_KiOdgTqM=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL at those dudes dancing down the sidewalk behind Def Jeff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1fIUnF8yWkPMLMFSvgcgvs4='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1fIUnF8yWkPMLMFSvgcgvs4=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tone Loc was AVAIL-A-BLE!  He obviously was at the forefront of the nonviolent movement!  The best part of both of these videos is the dancing.  It just comes out of nowhere.  Hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-2632790866633775992?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/2632790866633775992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=2632790866633775992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/2632790866633775992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/2632790866633775992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/10/because-its-only-fair.html' title='Because It&apos;s Only Fair'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-6918455753963948927</id><published>2007-10-10T12:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T13:06:02.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So What's the Scenario?</title><content type='html'>I was on Bossip this morning and I read a little &lt;a href="http://www.bossip.com/6759/quote-of-the-day-lupe-fiasco/#more-6759"&gt;something&lt;/a&gt; about Lupe Fiasco which disappointed me.  He was picked by Q-Tip to perform at the VH1 Hip Hop Honors, where they honored Tribe, Snoop, Whodini, Missy and New Jack Swing.  It was a great show.  My sweetie Tip (T.I.) rapped the brakes off of "Deep Cover".  He even wore a Dickie's suit and a LA fitted.  So proper and respectful.  When the Tribe tribute came on Common did "Bonita Applebaum" and Pharrell and Lupe did "Electric Relaxation".  Lupe fumbled on a few lines and I have to be honest, I did cringe a little bit b/c that's like one of my all time favorite songs but I wasn't through with him, just a little embarrassed for him.  So imagine my surprise when I read Bossip this morning and Lupe is talking ish about Tribe.  Notably that they they didn't sell alot of records and in so many words were not that influential.  I try to be a fair and open -minded person, but I'm slightly disturbed by this.  At some point, we have got to start respecting each other.  I don't think forgetting the words to "Electric Relaxation" was disrespect like some, but I do think those comments on Bossip were straight unadulterated disrespect, through and through.  I don't care if you never heard of A Tribe Called Quest in your whole life.  What I do care about is that you take responsibility for forgetting the words and sitting down.  All that other commentary is unnecessary.  I've never net Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. He was  long departed when I entered the world, but I would not open my mouth to say he wasn't relevant to my life today.  If music, more specifically, hip hop is your career, you should not disrespect the people that created the genre.  It's just not cool.  I don't care if you felt them or not.  I don't care if they influenced you or not.  It's disrespectful to shit on the people that came before you.  Period.  Just as it's not cool for Clarence Thomas to shit on Thurgood Marshall and affirmative action, it's not cool for you to shit on Tribe cuz.  And just to get it straight, I'm not a hip hop elitist.  I like snap music, "backpacker" rap, gansta, etc.  It's all "real hip hop" to me.  So Lupe, I'm not saying you aren't "real", nor I'm I saying that you are talented, but I am saying that your comments were rude and disrespectful. You may not have found Tribe relevant, however, an entire generation must have since they were honored for their contributions to the genre.  And  you may not know this, but when a producer is directly influenced by a particular group or style of music (as Pharrell has said he was with Tribe) and he produces a track for you, you are benefiting from the contribution that they made to the game.  Just something to think about.  I know this so too long, but I just love hip hop so much and I always have.  And it gets so frustrating when all people do is fight and blame each other for stuff and act like babies.  There are two golden rules.  1) Do onto others as you would have them do unto you and 2) Don't disrespect your elders.  If you don't agree with your grandma you just nod and say yes ma'am.  You can disagree in your head.  I promise you'll live longer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1fr4UdsuZxsZ-LGLuyYi9BE='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1fr4UdsuZxsZ-LGLuyYi9BE=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-6918455753963948927?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/6918455753963948927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=6918455753963948927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/6918455753963948927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/6918455753963948927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-whats-scenario.html' title='So What&apos;s the Scenario?'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-5598957026026251647</id><published>2007-10-09T10:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T11:08:16.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>American History</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1ZOra_1BtNhBjeoXsITMgNU='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1ZOra_1BtNhBjeoXsITMgNU=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I tell you how amped I am to see this movie?!  When "Heart of the City" starts playing, I seriously get chills.  Today, I read an &lt;a href="http://nymag.com/nymetro/news/people/features/3649/"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; about the real Frank Lucas.  Truth be told, I find his story to be incredibly fascinating.  And before all the righteous start to judge, let me briefly explain myself.  I know that crime is "wrong" and "bad" and "reprehensible" and many other strongly used adjectives.  To be quite honest, I'm not really impressed with the physical criminal aspects of what he did.  I'm more impressed by the strategy behind the crimes.  Again, I am well aware that crime is not the business, but you can't deny that this was or is (b/c he's still alive) a very intelligent man.  I'm impressed and disappointed by his intelligence.  Just as Chris Brown is ADHD gone right, Frank Lucas is intelligence and common sense gone wrong.  It's really sad because now he's old and broke and has this legacy that won't get him anything but the wrong kind of respect.  This is a man, if given the opportunity or if he had the will to make legitmate opportunities could have been a positive force.  But he chose otherwise.  I know it's not as cut and dry or black and white, but it's a pretty close summary.  It's hard to be upstanding.  It's hard not to take fast, large sums of money.  But I'm thinking it's really hard not to be able to sleep at night.  And I really like to sleep.  Your mileage may vary.  He did have the right attitude though about this being his country and not going anywhere.  I totally agree.  I'm here America and I'm not leaving.  Deal with me.  The article is good though and the movie will definitely be hot.  Moral confusion aside, I still can't wait.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1ZfP_xUw09PlkDFmuTLV1nE='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1ZfP_xUw09PlkDFmuTLV1nE=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-5598957026026251647?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/5598957026026251647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=5598957026026251647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/5598957026026251647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/5598957026026251647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/10/american-history.html' title='American History'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-9090777269173333114</id><published>2007-10-04T11:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T12:39:02.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Strike</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I was doing my morning web browse of celebrity gossip and learned some terrible things.  Apparently, Karrine Steffans has touched on young ass Chris Brown.  That makes me a lot uncomfortable.  I mean for real, he just turned 18 like three seconds ago.  And 18 isn't even a respectable age for touching on someone if you're over 25.  23 year olds don't even want to touch on 18 year olds.  Hell, most 18 year old girls don't want to touch on 18 year old boys.  I'm so disappointed that I can't talk about it anymore.  Go to "A Hot Mess" to read about it for real.  The thought of sweet kids getting turned out is too much for me to take on a Thursday morning.  Getting turned out is a vicious  cycle and I don't wish it on anyone.  My main concern about Ms. Steffans is out of all the people she's slept with, only a few were satisfactory or better.  That's a lot of work for no real return.  I know she gets stuff like money, but I don't like to be worn out for no good reason.  Not even for money.  Call me lazy, but my entrepreneurial spirit only goes so far.  I'm not hating.  Differences make the world go 'round.  Hope she sells a lot of books and takes good care of her son.  That's about all I can say.  That and poor Chris Brown. SMH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-9090777269173333114?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/9090777269173333114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=9090777269173333114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/9090777269173333114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/9090777269173333114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/10/on-strike.html' title='On Strike'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-5994496453139765840</id><published>2007-10-03T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T14:17:02.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss Black Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1e4rNysWD2hdAKeLeXqdXtU='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1e4rNysWD2hdAKeLeXqdXtU=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put up, what up, BO BO BO!  Man, that's been in my head all day.  I can't even tell you why.  That and souljaboy, tell 'em.  Not the song, not the dance, just the phrase: souljaboy, tell 'em.  There's a lot going on with me today, this I know.  I got my hair pressed yesterday which means everything I do must be done gently if I want it to last.  I have no idea what that means for my training session tonight.  We will see.  I had weird dreams involving Tip and 50 cent last night so maybe that's why my thought process is so off kilter.  Well, I'm off to figure out some plans for my life.  Oh and if you didn't know, the video is Black Moon "Who Got the Propz."  One of my favorites, from me to you.  Have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-5994496453139765840?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/5994496453139765840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=5994496453139765840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/5994496453139765840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/5994496453139765840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-miss-black-moon.html' title='I Miss Black Moon'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-2765212119790427264</id><published>2007-10-02T18:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T18:42:46.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Got A Who? Gotta Get A What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1Z_THhBATk4Fk8niwS6NQnI='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1Z_THhBATk4Fk8niwS6NQnI=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyte is so serious and so is that wrap she's rockin'.  That's a good perm right there.  And to be quite honest, there was a touch of cuteness up in that video.  That was right around the time when the bald head was so hot.  So this video is full of bald chocolates.  Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how much I love y'all?  And to think, I did this while in the middle of watching my fantasy 106 &amp; Park with Trey Songz, J. Holiday and Omarion.  Ok, except the Omarion part.  Replace that with Chris Brown and it's a wrap. (Only for the talent... he's way too young to participate)  Yes, I love men that look like they belong in middle school.  Let it go.  I've always had a love for the lanky man.  It's a weakness of mine.  Okay, for real.  Trey Songz is almost legitimately cute.  Like, I'm almost not embarrassed to admit this.  Almost. Anyway.  I need to get back to the show.  Have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-2765212119790427264?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/2765212119790427264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=2765212119790427264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/2765212119790427264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/2765212119790427264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/10/got-who-gotta-get-what.html' title='Got A Who? Gotta Get A What?'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-7097282051842019534</id><published>2007-10-01T16:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T16:54:01.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Forgive Me</title><content type='html'>Because I might be slightly in love with J. Holiday today.  Just today.  Tomorrow will be a totally different story.  I promise.  Check this out below.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1cITWFigC-N8yQy4yJ_Oy5g='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1cITWFigC-N8yQy4yJ_Oy5g=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-7097282051842019534?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/7097282051842019534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=7097282051842019534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/7097282051842019534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/7097282051842019534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/10/please-forgive-me.html' title='Please Forgive Me'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-8944143497056262094</id><published>2007-10-01T15:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T16:14:49.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping It Real Gone Wrong</title><content type='html'>I was flipping through channels last night and caught about 3 minutes of "America vs. Hip Hop" and that's really all I needed to see to realize that show wasn't going to clear up anything for anyone.  The host was yelling over the panel.  The panel was yelling over the panel. It was a mess.  Now granted, I didn't watch enough to see if a resolution or realization was reached, but my common sense guess is that neither occured and there are several reasons why.&lt;br /&gt;1. The guests (Nelly &amp; T.I.) felt attacked.  That's why there was so much yelling.&lt;br /&gt;2. The guests didn't understand exactly what they were being accused of, and as a result they were very defensive.&lt;br /&gt;3. The explainations of why they were singled out and accused were done while the guests were trying to defend themselves. &lt;br /&gt;All in all, a real crazy experience to view.  And I only saw about 3 minutes of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the future, I would like to suggest a few things.  &lt;br /&gt;a) It's really difficult to understand that a certain behavior is derogatory when women continue to willingly participate.&lt;br /&gt;b) Hip Hop is dominated by men and these songs and videos are their particular fantasies.  &lt;br /&gt;c) Most fantasies are quite derogatory no matter what your sex is.&lt;br /&gt;d) Call outs should be done in private.  If you want to chastise someone don't do it in a public forum and expect the outcome to be favorable.  It usally isn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my social commentary for today.  What everyone should really do is take heed to late, great Jermaine Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1YcFl3d1lZ-u_z9v9fx0Lys='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1YcFl3d1lZ-u_z9v9fx0Lys=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-8944143497056262094?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/8944143497056262094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=8944143497056262094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/8944143497056262094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/8944143497056262094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/10/keeping-it-real-gone-wrong.html' title='Keeping It Real Gone Wrong'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-3439379063916998103</id><published>2007-10-01T12:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T13:18:11.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Love Should Be This Good</title><content type='html'>I figured I might as well start of October correctly and b/c my love knows no bounds I decided to post these delicious treats below.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1fvntsvjlz8jC6chVTfp_T8='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1fvntsvjlz8jC6chVTfp_T8=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gangtress of Love (GoL, for short) is officially my new title.  I used to for real, love this song.  I have always had a soft spot in my heart for really wrong R&amp;B songs.  &lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, I may or may not have had this song on a tape.  I mean, this video is so old that I don't even know what "MTV base" is or was.  Never heard of it.  And that's saying alot b/c I've been up on videos/vidoeo channels for a while.  Slightly disturbing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1d2_kAS9F_EZKM6umMlj4Fc='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1d2_kAS9F_EZKM6umMlj4Fc=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless whoever messed around and put this on Youtube!  The quality of the video isn't that great, but I don't even care.  This song is so serious.  Ideal had like 45 singles on that one album.  That was some good stuff right there. Too bad they got dropped from their label for no good reason.  Poor Ideal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1ftP0S6QPfqPDARJ3v8z9P8='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1ftP0S6QPfqPDARJ3v8z9P8=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on.  You knew I couldn't leave Jodeci out of the mix.  Check out that dancing and of course the loud for real singing.  I almost broke out my combat boots while watching this.  I've said it before, but it gets no better than Jodeci.  Too bad they are no longer with us.  RIP Jodeci.  You'll always be in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-3439379063916998103?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/3439379063916998103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=3439379063916998103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/3439379063916998103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/3439379063916998103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-love-should-be-this-good.html' title='No Love Should Be This Good'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-2867765370406880106</id><published>2007-09-28T09:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T09:35:01.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pressure is Definitely Up</title><content type='html'>Right now, I'm trying to calm it down.  I was all set to take a nice leisurely walk for my first round of cardio for the day, and I went to go get my Ipod and it was gone.  No longer on the charger. Now, I know I put it on the charger and didn't move it b/c I didn't listen to it last night.  I didn't go back to the gym.  And since I don't sit around my house listening to my Ipod, I know I didn't mess with it.  This is troubling b/c I want to go and walk around my neighborhood.  Like most people, when I listen to music, I can workout, walk, play, whatever for longer periods of time.  This is beneficial to the hotness that is my body.  My Ipod and I work together.  We are a team.  So you can imagine the heat I'm feeling right now at not being able to find it.  I know somebody moved it.  This is pretty rude and I'm not taking it well.  I'm going to find it and promptly get up out of here before my attitude becomes unpleasant.  Have a great day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:  I found it!  Life can now go on as planned!  As a result of my sheer happiness, I am leaving you with one of my favorite treats of all time.  B/c I was looking for this to make me feel better I actually located my Ipod.  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvester never lets me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1dYimoozJ0h34rphpFtKvVs='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1dYimoozJ0h34rphpFtKvVs=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-2867765370406880106?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/2867765370406880106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=2867765370406880106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/2867765370406880106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/2867765370406880106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-pressure-is-definitely-up.html' title='My Pressure is Definitely Up'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-5154737827691338766</id><published>2007-09-27T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T15:52:22.647-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1eFunGCO-xUq91D9tIewfng='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1eFunGCO-xUq91D9tIewfng=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so loving this video and song right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-5154737827691338766?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/5154737827691338766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=5154737827691338766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/5154737827691338766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/5154737827691338766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/09/sweet-treat.html' title='Sweet Treat'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-8055772017600917797</id><published>2007-09-27T13:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T15:58:21.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Can't Get Much Wronger</title><content type='html'>I finally had the time to figure out how to get the music posting together.  I now present you with "the new, the blah and the foolish"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, I love Little Brother and Phonte in particular so whatever I find with him on it, I'm getting it and keeping it.  Here are a few Phontelicious tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/388206144d31b1/"&gt;Evidence ft. Phonte- Let Yourself Go&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/3882210ba4e756/"&gt;Little Brother- Cool As A Fan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/388237803a730c/"&gt;Yellowlines- Cunninlynguists, Witchdoctor &amp; Phonte&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/38826488cd5c47/"&gt;Kin ft. Pharrell- Goodfoot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice beat featuring an all female rap group, which I thought was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/3882745c96ad61/"&gt;Falsetto- Dream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nivea's husband.  Make that money, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/388289892082e3/"&gt;Wale ft. TCB- Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;Girl&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wale is a new artist from DC.  He was reportedly discovered by Mark Ronson and he absolutely killed the "Big Spender" freestyle.  He is clearly reppin' DC with that Go-Go in the back.  I'm not hating though. Please believe, NC has much love for Go-Go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/388362400d566a/"&gt;Lupe Fiasco- Can You Let Me Know&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Lupe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/38840504379af6/"&gt;Chris Brown- Throwed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really starting to like this song.  The more I listen to it, the better it gets.  Has a touch of Go-Go as well.  If he comes out with one more song that I like like, I'm gonna have to purchase "Exclusive".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/38834674632435/"&gt;Lawz Spoken &amp; Introspective- Goodnight Moon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure how I feel about this song.  Love the beat, Mary used this on the song "No One Else" from "My Life".  I haven't had time to fully digest it yet.  But if you know me, you know "Goodnight Moon" is my phrase, so I had to see what this song was about.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/38837289c72f80/"&gt;Chaundon &amp; Vega Benetton- No&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know of Chaundon b/c of his work with Little Brother and the track was produced by Khrysis so I had to see what was going on.  I haven't quite decided yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Foolish or the "It Can't Get Much Wronger" section:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/3883836f60ac5e/"&gt;Shawty Redd, Pastor Troy, Daz &amp; Big Kuntry- What The Deal Boo?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title alone still has me howling.  You could ask why I even bothered downloading it and the answer would be Pastor Troy. He has lifetime immunity just for "No More Play In Ga" alone. So anything he makes gets listened to at least once by me.  Sorry kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/3884455f570599/"&gt;T-Pain- Mr. Downtown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another song about oral relaxation. It's T-Pain, so you know it's classy and tasteful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/38839941aba2da/"&gt;Eddie Wright- Rethickulous&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to this song and literally died.  As a result, I am posting this entry from the Afterlife.  Rethickulous sounds like something my friend Nikki made up.  I'm actually not convinced that she didn't write this song.  I'm gonna ask later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all I feel like sharing today b/c that ish takes a long time.  I'm off to help somebody get their wings.  Be Sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-8055772017600917797?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/8055772017600917797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=8055772017600917797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/8055772017600917797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/8055772017600917797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-cant-get-much-wronger.html' title='It Can&apos;t Get Much Wronger'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-5625580347185806816</id><published>2007-09-27T09:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T10:09:58.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Something Special For You</title><content type='html'>C&amp;C Music Factory "Gonna Make U Sweat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1cIqxeuEnaHhq0XFkZ_ARHg='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1cIqxeuEnaHhq0XFkZ_ARHg=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the days when a man could wear lycra tights and dance shirtless in a video and not be afraid of what anybody had to say?  I mean, this dude knew in his soul that he was the hottest thing in the video, so not only did he offer to be shirtless, he offered to dance as well.  You can't get that kind of service now days.  You just can't.  Freedom Williams, I salute you. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                   II D Extreme "Cry No More"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1RMZJ5A_O-pGgt7G_rawD-o='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1RMZJ5A_O-pGgt7G_rawD-o=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the "old school joint of the day" on the radio this morning.  In the early 90's there were like a million groups like this showcasing that same loud, flat singing. Not really good at showcasing harmony like Boyz II Men. Nor really churchful like Jodeci.  However, they do showcase the fact that back in the day you could look like someone's daddy and still be in a singing group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     CeCe Peniston "Finally"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1RagNuQdd6YULvHuYaeFsho='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1RagNuQdd6YULvHuYaeFsho=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when dance/house music was all over the radio.  Man, I used to love me some CeCe Peniston!  I bet there isn't one person born before 1985 that doesn't know all the words to "Finally".  Or at least most of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a fabulous day and enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-5625580347185806816?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/5625580347185806816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=5625580347185806816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/5625580347185806816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/5625580347185806816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/09/little-something-special-for-you.html' title='A Little Something Special For You'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-5498079689939482474</id><published>2007-09-26T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T19:04:45.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's Rotten in Denmark</title><content type='html'>Whew.  I have a few days off and I am so thankful to the Almighty for his blessings.  This has been a rough week.  I've been through so many emotions.  My non-ethnic co-workers are becoming more and more comfortable and letting some unsettling opinions and arguments come out.  These people have a right to feel what they feel, but keep it tight at work.  That's all I really ask. They do NOT want an EEOC complaint.  At this point people all just bursting at the seams with inappropriateness.  Between &lt;a href="http://thelede.blogs.nytimes.com/2007/09/25/bill-oreilly-talks-about-race/"&gt;Bill O'Reilly&lt;/a&gt; being surprised that while dining out I don't scream for a refill of some "motherf***ing iced tea"  to a reality show alum letting me know that slavery "sucks balls" and that I should just, say it with me now, "get over it", and the boderline fools at work, I'm about done.  I'm about ready to take a life vacation.  I don't really know what that entails but I'm about ready to find out.  With all this foolishness, I may need a shot of Johnnie Walker Red.  It's that serious.  I'm going to go get my eye mask out of the fridge and lay it down.  I posted a little Chico below to soothe my nerves.  I'm going to try to have a better evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1YXwPZi-IqrpQfoBu14wjDA='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1YXwPZi-IqrpQfoBu14wjDA=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-5498079689939482474?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://thelede.blogs.nytimes.com/2007/09/25/bill-oreilly-talks-about-race/' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/5498079689939482474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=5498079689939482474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/5498079689939482474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/5498079689939482474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/09/somethings-rotten-in-denmark.html' title='Something&apos;s Rotten in Denmark'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-7706598414676243794</id><published>2007-09-25T17:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T18:46:58.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sweetpea!</title><content type='html'>I want to take this opportunity to wish Mr. Clifford Harris Jr. aka TI/T.I.P./Tip a very Happy Happy Birthday!  Sorry I couldn't be in Atlanta for all the festivities.  Unfortunately, there is always work to be done.  Enjoy it and I wish you many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1W4K0frOUAdSIOT4h30q_U0='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1W4K0frOUAdSIOT4h30q_U0=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1Vh2mxZRAS-65SRLYUUjCw4='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1Vh2mxZRAS-65SRLYUUjCw4=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1fo-4i61qNiZBj02sROD4h0='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1fo-4i61qNiZBj02sROD4h0=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1RqPYp-YENHL2tLYYeOV9ts='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1RqPYp-YENHL2tLYYeOV9ts=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1QwlsKDxiBJwcM9PB2gAVXA='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1QwlsKDxiBJwcM9PB2gAVXA=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-7706598414676243794?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/7706598414676243794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=7706598414676243794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/7706598414676243794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/7706598414676243794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-sweetpea.html' title='Happy Birthday Sweetpea!'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-1977705349031940066</id><published>2007-09-16T16:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T16:54:42.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayo Technology</title><content type='html'>I think I may have way too much technology in my life.  I have this blog.  I have my computer and now I have a new hot ass phone.  As of right now, I'm loving it but it has single-handedly worn me completely out.  I've been messing with it all day trying to figure out how everything goes.  It's my business phone for the new and improved business portion of my life.  Watch out world cause I'm coming for that ass. I digress.  I really didn't mean to update at this time but I was checking the web address and happened to see one of my videos f-ing up.  Sooo, I had to fix that which brings me to the title of this post.  I love technology but it's for real annoying at times.  Sometimes I don't want everyone and their mom to be able to reach me while I'm on vacation.  And just sometimes I want to be able to just sleep without the trill of an incoming text message waking me up.  But on the flip side, I love online banking, sending text messages and the internet in general.  Seriously, online banking has made me appear to be much more financially responsible.  The truth is I just have enough time to switch, rig and hustle my finances all before "real time" sets in.  So I guess the moral of this whinery is you take the good, you take the bad, you take them all and there you have, convenience.  And a convenient hassle is way better than an archaic one?  Whatever.  It's Sunday, I'm still tired, amazingly thirsty and not yet finished learning about my phone.  Hope the end of the weekend is lovely for you all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like "Ayo Technology" so here' something I do (and it's a little technologically advanced)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1dHxectZ3VxaY64Wlb4ywe4='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1dHxectZ3VxaY64Wlb4ywe4=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-1977705349031940066?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/1977705349031940066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=1977705349031940066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/1977705349031940066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/1977705349031940066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/09/ayo-technology.html' title='Ayo Technology'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-6644395765730743447</id><published>2007-09-14T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T22:33:03.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate MySpace</title><content type='html'>MySpace is a mess b/c it seems to feature everyone that you don't want to find.  You can best believe if you're really, truly looking for somebody, they will not be on MySpace.  However, if you're morbidly curious about someone that you probably shouldn't be looking for, please believe that their page will be public.  Anyway.  Today I came across the page of an ex of mine.  I had been thinking about him lately, just sort of wondering if he was ok.  Well, by the looks of his myspace page, he's doing FANTASTIC!  And that's cool and all but wow, it's like that?  I mean the last time I saw him (almost 2 years ago) he was giving me grief about the cause of our breakup.  And yes, I know that was 2 years ago, and yes, I'm sincerley happy that he's doing so well b/c he's a great person, but it's just so weird when you do your best with and for someone and it just doesn't work out.  His page said he was "in a relationship" so I hope that's going well.  I hope she's an amazing person and that they're for real happy.  And that's real talk.  I will say that his new job as a personal trainer has done his body even more good b/c he is even hotter.  Good work.  Oh yeah and happy belated birthday to you.  I guess that's about all for that.  I really need to take it to bed.  Have a good evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell it Key Key:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1VIJJvttRMmoqybsV6mF_K0='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1VIJJvttRMmoqybsV6mF_K0=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-6644395765730743447?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/6644395765730743447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=6644395765730743447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/6644395765730743447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/6644395765730743447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-hate-myspace.html' title='I Hate MySpace'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-3282361714053003489</id><published>2007-09-12T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T22:40:47.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Hour</title><content type='html'>My job had a work sponsored Happy Hour tonight so I am just getting home.  Please believe that I'm not pleased about that.  This work week is dragging by so freakin' slowly.  The upside is that I do get paid tomorrow and it should be a pretty respectable check.  I'm also getting a new phone and hopefully a new wig.  We'll see.  &lt;br /&gt;While at work today, I realized that I left alot of great rappers or MCs off the list.  This is causing me stress b/c I have like ten more additions.  Ladies and gentlemen, this is why I don't make "greatest of all time" lists.  They are much too hard.  The previous list wasn't even in definite order after like #5 b/c that was too hard.  I obviously have way too much love in my heart b/c I find it difficult to make choices.  I want everybody to win.  With that being said, here's my other best rappers/MCs alive in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Q-Tip&lt;br /&gt;The Abstract has the best voice.  Just love it.&lt;br /&gt;2. Common&lt;br /&gt;I know people think he fell off with Electric Circus but Come Close is such a complete song in so many ways.  From the way it throws back to Tribe's Benita Applebaum to Mary singing the hook...just absolute goodness.&lt;br /&gt;3.Talib Kweli&lt;br /&gt;Just because. (And of course BlackStar)&lt;br /&gt;4. Mos Def&lt;br /&gt;Every album is different and b/c everyone would love for BlackStar to do it again. Please.&lt;br /&gt;5. Kanye&lt;br /&gt;Arrogance aside, Ye has some pretty good lines and the production is always innovative and sick.&lt;br /&gt;6. Snoop&lt;br /&gt;Deep Cover, The Chronic and DoggyStyle.&lt;br /&gt;7. Ghostface &lt;br /&gt;All That I Got is You made everyone cry across the board.  From bourgie to thug, everyone felt it.  Not to mention Cherchez La Ghost and well, Ironman.&lt;br /&gt;8. Slick Rick&lt;br /&gt;Legend with the sick flow.&lt;br /&gt;9. Lupe Fiasco&lt;br /&gt;I just love him.  Thought provoking with a sick flow.  I fell in love when I heard him on "Touch the Sky".  &lt;br /&gt;10. Phonte of Little Brother&lt;br /&gt;NC's finest.  If you don't know about Percy Miracles, run out and get "The Minstrel Show" tonight.  Do not pass go and please do not collect $200.&lt;br /&gt;11. Game&lt;br /&gt;Yes he name drops like crazy and his pen game isn't that great, but his freestyle game?  Ridiculous.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More NC love below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1UWgY5OHwF_iaeeCd1t1jYw='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1UWgY5OHwF_iaeeCd1t1jYw=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-3282361714053003489?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/3282361714053003489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=3282361714053003489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/3282361714053003489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/3282361714053003489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-hour.html' title='Happy Hour'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-8584906086812933372</id><published>2007-09-11T21:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T22:30:34.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Prerogative</title><content type='html'>And as the great Negro poet Bobby Brown famously stated, "I can do what I wanna do."  So I did and changed the name of my blog.  The new name is actually courtesy of Q b/c she couldn't remember what it was really called.  I found Sweet Peaches to be hilarious and more to the point so here we are.  Speaking of prerogatives, JYR sent me a text today asking for the 10 best rappers alive.  I couldn't answer mainly b/c my phone is some straight bulls&amp;*t and I didn't have 10 right off hand.  I will say that I'm glad that she said "alive" b/c that frees up at least two good spots.  I know alot of people won't necessarily agree with my list, and I kindly ask them to refer to the title of this entry.  So without further ado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The 10 Best Rappers Alive&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rakim&lt;br /&gt;Self-explanatory.  He's the best.&lt;br /&gt;2. Lil Wayne&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, he's technically #1.  Rakim shouldn't even be on this list b/c he's not really mortal.  That being said, Lil Wayne could be top cop for his performance at the VMA's alone.  He filled in for Tip and it wasn't even a disappointment.  Weezy has wit for days and even when he trips he brings his A game.&lt;br /&gt;3. Nas&lt;br /&gt;No one can paint a better picture while simultaneously challenging your mind.&lt;br /&gt;4. Andre 3000&lt;br /&gt;So underrated, yet so great.  For being able to flip from Southernplayalistic to  The Love Below to Walk It Out Remix.  For being missed and always being worth the wait when he returns.&lt;br /&gt;5. MC Lyte-&lt;br /&gt;The Queen.  If you don't know, you should really ask somebody.  Cha Cha Cha, Cappuccino, Paper Thin and the list goes on.  She has not been dethroned in my book.&lt;br /&gt;6. Jay Z&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm not a hater and 99 Problems is my shit in a ridiculous way.  Besides, no one can front on how sick his catalog is.&lt;br /&gt;7. Scarface&lt;br /&gt;From his verse on "My Mind's Playing Tricks On Me" to "MaryJane" to his verse on  "This Can't Be Life" 'Face always brings it.&lt;br /&gt;8. Tip &lt;br /&gt;Trap Muzik is such a complete album from start to finish.  It really gives you a look into Tip the person and the artist.  &lt;br /&gt;9. Ludacris&lt;br /&gt;Severely underrated, witty and hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;10. Tie&lt;br /&gt;Busta Rhymes&lt;br /&gt;For being consistent for 500 years.  &lt;br /&gt;Method Man&lt;br /&gt;For being able to stand out in the 400 piece unit of Wu-Tang.  For being the best hookman the game has heard.  Imagine "Ice Cream" without Meth on the hook?  You can't can you?  I mean, he doesn't even have a verse and still brings it home.  For "Bring the Pain" and of course for "All I Need" with Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choices are based on lyrics, wit, flow, choice of beats/production, consistency and pure heart.  Your mileage may vary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-8584906086812933372?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/8584906086812933372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=8584906086812933372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/8584906086812933372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/8584906086812933372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-my-prerogative.html' title='It&apos;s My Prerogative'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-5649188109317460184</id><published>2007-09-09T22:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T16:32:49.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Winner Is...</title><content type='html'>Chris Brown.  Hands down.  He completely killed the VMA's.  Usher and Auntie Meek Meek are probably standing over the cauldron as I write brewing up something real special for young Chris.  I wish him well.&lt;br /&gt;This was actually one of the better shows that MTV has done.  Was I pleased with the winners?  Not really, but I didn't expect to be.  I was pleased with the concept.  It actually made Vegas look cool.  Gold star for them.  &lt;br /&gt;I recently found out that my mom has a crush on T-Pain.  She said that he reminds her of friends she had when she was younger.  Whatever.  She can call it what she wants, but I'm going to have to give her a warning.  I blame my grandma for this.  Apparently all she wants to watch is BET, day in and day out.  As a result, my mom has been exposed and captivated by wrongness in all forms.  I hope this all works out.  Moving along.  In celebration of Chris and T-Pain, I've posted my new favorite song.  Yes, I'm a hypocrite, but that's my business.  Have a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/5vEZjPHT3VrZykfa9"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/5vEZjPHT3VrZykfa9" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="335" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2vevl_chris-brown-kiss-kiss_music"&gt;Chris Brown - Kiss Kiss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/Tynisha-mendeS"&gt;Tynisha-mendeS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-5649188109317460184?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/5649188109317460184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=5649188109317460184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/5649188109317460184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/5649188109317460184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-winner-is.html' title='And the Winner Is...'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-5330943794974964154</id><published>2007-09-08T19:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:01:55.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Things Never Get Old</title><content type='html'>While in the middle of trying to get the last post together, some dude called me about insurance.  I shouldn't have answered the phone b/c when I did I felt violated.  I thought I knew the number, so technically it was my fault for violating the classic rule of "never answer a call from an unnamed number".  Whatever.  I need insurance so I made an appointment to talk to this dude on Friday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  One good thing about Labor Day weekend was the great music that was played in the club.  Here are a few classic selections that still burn just as hot today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1T3_i2EuJBremvyu2AysQb8='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1T3_i2EuJBremvyu2AysQb8=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1Z2b3gvRwGHjn-E_q84ozu8='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1Z2b3gvRwGHjn-E_q84ozu8=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't that old, but it's always been hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1WDcvlpj8kJcKzTx_2-u-sM='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1WDcvlpj8kJcKzTx_2-u-sM=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1QBksQhQzETthQS3Y7pJIqk='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1QBksQhQzETthQS3Y7pJIqk=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-5330943794974964154?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/5330943794974964154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=5330943794974964154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/5330943794974964154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/5330943794974964154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/09/some-things-never-get-old.html' title='Some Things Never Get Old'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-4717324640605157613</id><published>2007-09-08T18:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T19:25:46.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pontificating with Phonte</title><content type='html'>What's good with ya?  I've been slowly trying to recoup from my bday extravaganza.  The funny thing is that I did not get crazy drunk, loud or stupid.  I was mild.  I was even more mild for Labor Day weekend.  To sum it up, I was lame.  It's cool though b/c the fool is going to be had.  Wait til I get my money right.  You know the rest.  It's Saturday and it feels like Sunday.  I haven't done shit.  I haven't been to the gym but I did go to a great Jamaican restaurant and talked to somebody about coloring my hair.  It's time for a change.  I was on some website today and it linked to a blog post from Phonte's (of Little Brother-NC's finest) myspace page.  Straight hilarity.  I have posted it for your viewing pleasure.  Have a great Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; June 6, 2007 - Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord let me finish this damn album..(The Tigallo Update)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's always light at the end of tunnel," so goes the saying.  Right now I feel like the opposite is true:  I'm seeing a tunnel at the end of all these lights...Jesus, keep me near the cross.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deep sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In le midst of finishing le album right now (single drops in a week or so, album in Sept), but I figured I'd drop in a for a quick minute and fill y'all in on a few things that's been keepin me sane throughout the arduous Getback recording process:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  R. Kelly- 'Double Up'&lt;br /&gt;Just when you think the Kaing of R&amp;B can't get any more niggerish, he gives us a gem like 'Real Talk' (track 10 for all my bootleg niggas).  Name anybody else in history who could sing the 'lyrics':  "Did she say there were other guys there......DID SHE SAY THERE WERE OTHER GUYS THEEEEEEEERE?!!?!?!" along with "IS YOU TWEAKIN?!" I'm convinced this nigga is certifiably insane....there's just no other explanation for his genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Chic-Fil-A&lt;br /&gt;I came up on a free meal in they drive-thew today because I was the 400th customer.  Eat mor chikn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  T-Pain&lt;br /&gt;I posted this on okayplayer earlier, but I'm reposting it so the world hears me....it's time for cats to stop frontin.  I done seen people call my nigga Thurgood Pain everything but a child of God, and I can't take it no mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to discuss his finer points and try to explain his appeal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Theodore Pain first arrived on the scene with his debut 'Rappa Ternt Sanga,' I admit that I balked a little bit at the sheer niggerdom of the title alone. But one listen to "I'm Sprung" and all was forgiven. It was a simple, breezy R&amp;B joint where our protagonist Talladega Pain sung about being infatuated with someone and doing things to accomodate them (washing the dishes, etc). We've all been there, and we all could relate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect, 'I'm Sprung' almost serves as a manifesto for everything that Teddy Pain's music stands for: Music for the TRULY average nigga. The regular cat. The dude that girls call 'ugly.' Whereas Robert Sylvester Kelly (brilliantly described by my man Nabi as Poet Laureate of the Lowest Common Denominator Nigger Experience) spends most of his time singing about the lavish life of a baller, my nigga Thaddeus Pain instead comes from a much more humble place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to "I'm In Love With A Stripper" as he describes the everyman experience of going to a strip club and being enraptured with a woman's body. Or the new classic "Buy You A Draink," where he makes an unbelievably catchy song out of a univeral pickup line. Or even "Bartender," Thelonious Pain's light-hearted take on breaking up with your girl, going to the club, and kicking it to the bartender cause she's cute, nice, and showing you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may hate on my nigga Theodis Pain. You may think of his music as coonish. But you CANNOT front on him. With his universal appeal and knack for writing good melodies, I wouldn't be surprised if he crossed over to the Latin market as Telemundo Pain. He's that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop the hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bumps Epiphany*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Alexyss Tylor a.k.a. the PEANUS POWER lady&lt;br /&gt;Just when me and Khrysis are down to the last Red Bull in the studio and are ready to call it quits, we hit up youtube for a good dose of 'DICKA MAKE YA SLAP SOMEBODY' and all is well again.  I'mma hit her up on myspace and try to get her out to our Atlanta show.  Ms. Tylor if you read this and would like to come out, I got a draink and a Getback tee waiting for you. You tell the hard truths that many females don't wanna hear....props to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Tariq 'Kaing Flex' Nasheed&lt;br /&gt;If you've never listened to this nigga's podcast, you are truly missing out on one of life's free treasures.  He's like the male version of the peanus power lady.  If you subtracted the time me and Pooh spent fuckin around in the studio laughin at this nigga's show, Getback woulda been done a year ago...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  The UGK feat. Outkast and 3-6 "International Players Anthem" video:&lt;br /&gt;A great song, a great storyline, and the best video cameos since "One More Chance."  (Again, peep my nigga Teofilo Pain as the kwai' director..)  Seriously, if you hate on this video you prolly need to get some pussy.  Classic shit.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Donnie- "The Daily News" LP&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't drop until 6/19 in the States, but I beg all of you to PLEASE support this album.  I been bumpin this shit since last year.  Dude is one of the bravest artists I know, and is probably the only singer I know whose catalog DOESN'T consist of 90% love songs.  The strange thing is that his dark subject matter (suicide, child abuse, media conditioning, the hypocrisy of the 'drug war'), somehow makes for the most joyous, feel-good shit ever...lol    My collaboration with him, "Over The Counter Culture," is in our player now for a limited time.  Give it a listen, and then head on over to www.myspace.com/donniemusic and shout him out a holler, dun (c) Ben Stiller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.  Gotta run cause Milton is outside warming up the car so me and wifey can go cupcaaaaaaaaaking, girl....(c) J-Nash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getback is on the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Tigallo&lt;br /&gt;The Cupcake Prince of the Triangle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-4717324640605157613?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/4717324640605157613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=4717324640605157613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/4717324640605157613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/4717324640605157613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/09/pontificating-with-phonte.html' title='Pontificating with Phonte'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-8600060820673348613</id><published>2007-08-24T06:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T06:46:02.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Second is the New First</title><content type='html'>50 is the new 30 and 40 is the new 25 so I'm thinking 30 is the new 16.  Come to find out, second is the new first.  Your boy Larry Johnson of the Kansas City Chiefs ended his holdout on my birthday.  He signed a contract for $45 million over 6 years ($43.2 mil over 5 yr extension).  $19 million of that is guaranteed money.  He will be paid $27.7 million in the first 3yrs of extension.  Larry Johnson is now the highest paid Running Back in NFL history.  Larry Johnson is also ranked as the #2 RB in the league.  Second.  Not first.  The honor of top RB in the league actually goes to LaDainian Tomlinson.  I don't know what he's making off hand, but I do know it's less than LJ.  Let me be clear.  I'm not clowning LJ or anything like that.  His stats are wild, just below LT's.  However, these dudes are around the same age, same size but LT has LJ by 2 yrs in the league.  I know LT is getting paid, but I just don't think it's fair for #2 to have the honor of being highest paid RB in the league if he's behind the current best.  That's just my personal opinion.  Maybe I just don't like holdouts or maybe I just like LaDainian better.  Or maybe he is just better and should hold the title of highest paid RB in the league like he holds all these other records:&lt;br /&gt;    * Holds the all-time NFL record for single season touchdowns (31). (The previous record was 28, it was set in 2005 by Shaun Alexander.[2])&lt;br /&gt;    * Holds the all-time NFL record for single season rushing touchdowns (28). (The previous record was 27, in 2003 by Priest Holmes and in 2005 by Shaun Alexander.[23])&lt;br /&gt;    * Holds the all-time NFL record for the most points scored in a single season (186). (The previous record was 176. It was set in 1960 by Paul Hornung.[24])&lt;br /&gt;    * Holds the all-time NFL record for most consecutive games with a rushing touchdown (18). (The Previous record was 13, it was set in 1983 by John Riggins)&lt;br /&gt;    * Holds the NFL record for most consecutive multi-touchdown games (8). (The previous record was 7, it was set in 1983 by John Riggins.[25])&lt;br /&gt;    * Holds the all-time NFL record for fewest games needed to achieve 100 touchdowns, with his 100th career touchdown (90 rushing, 10 receiving) in his 89th game (breaking the previous record of achieving the mark in the 93rd game of a career, which was done by both Jim Brown and Emmitt Smith).&lt;br /&gt;    * Holds the record for most touchdowns scored in a five game span with 16 TDs (14 rushing, 2 receiving), breaking his own record of 15 that he had set two weeks earlier. Prior to that, the record was held by Jim Brown with 14.&lt;br /&gt;    * Became the first and only player in NFL history to rush for 1000 yards and receive 100 passes in a single season.&lt;br /&gt;    * 2006 NFL MVP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe Alvin Keels (LJ's agent) is a pimp and I should just respect his hustle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sources: http://www.rotowire.com/football/player.htm?id=3022&lt;br /&gt;          http://www.kansascity.com/sports/story/241793.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-8600060820673348613?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/8600060820673348613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=8600060820673348613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/8600060820673348613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/8600060820673348613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/08/second-is-new-first.html' title='Second is the New First'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-7753695159205496556</id><published>2007-08-23T06:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T07:35:44.127-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Nobody Sang Like Eddie Kane Jr.</title><content type='html'>Last night my little sister called me b/c she was watching "The Five Heartbeats".  Now, she claims she's only seen it like twice, which I know is a straight lie.  I know I've seen it like a million times.  It's one of my favorite movies.  It's just so hilarious and classic with all the good lines.  So after we got off the phone, we started texting lines from the movie to each other.  As a result, I have Five Heartbeats on the brain and I have to do something about it.  In other news, the bday was great.  Still excited about my party, my mom gave me a card with money in it and I still have a pound of dessert left.  Ok, back to the Five Heartbeats.  Check out classic Leon below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1Skg3vgjaGzHWPLhTwWzqvc='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1Skg3vgjaGzHWPLhTwWzqvc=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1fiNGHrAmfCQjBLNQ9v_2to='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1fiNGHrAmfCQjBLNQ9v_2to=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1UqsLmrZpM3bDQl2BAQWDLQ='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1UqsLmrZpM3bDQl2BAQWDLQ=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-7753695159205496556?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/7753695159205496556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=7753695159205496556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/7753695159205496556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/7753695159205496556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/08/cant-nobody-sang-like-eddie-kane-jr.html' title='Can&apos;t Nobody Sang Like Eddie Kane Jr.'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-118027510452582193</id><published>2007-08-21T18:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T07:39:05.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far, So Good</title><content type='html'>It's still my birthday and things are going pretty great.  People gave me snacks at work and I left early.  I had an uneventful lunch with my pops (which is rare).  The food was good and there was no fighting.  I temporarily got caught in a monsoon but that didn't last long and I made it out alive.  Another plus.  Oh, and the picture doesn't suck on my new license.  Today is pretty sweet.  As a result, I'm gonna post some really nonsense videos.  Enjoy.  It's a celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1ZXJC1ZUVLIWf8VzS5haitQ='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1ZXJC1ZUVLIWf8VzS5haitQ=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best, if not the best old school beat/songs of all time.  Definitely has got to be the most sampled.  Did you pay up 50?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1QKotusa4i0_vOJ1JTXGdgI='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1QKotusa4i0_vOJ1JTXGdgI=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.  I had to do it.  I used to love this beat.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1cx4cAYXQbiDvm8ABhmTofc='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1cx4cAYXQbiDvm8ABhmTofc=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More foolishness. Can't explain it, but I like this one too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1ft9VY4BbXZRXIQpnqrSp0c='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1ft9VY4BbXZRXIQpnqrSp0c=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I've got to get ready.  I know there are a couple of "what the hell" situations on here, but it's my birthday and I can do what I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-118027510452582193?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/118027510452582193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=118027510452582193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/118027510452582193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/118027510452582193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-far-so-good.html' title='So Far, So Good'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-8957301616331009747</id><published>2007-08-21T06:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T07:00:59.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!</title><content type='html'>Good morning All!  It's officially my birthday and so I'm excited.  I'm excited about today and the rest of the week!  Q is coming to town for my party.  She might be bringing Chocolate (ok, not really, but it's fun to think about)  I have to get ready to leave soon b/c I have to renew my license, which means I get a replacement for that God-awful picture that I had last year.  New picture, new birthday, new Chocolate...Yay Me!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1U5elcf408la2joWqfb142A='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1U5elcf408la2joWqfb142A=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-8957301616331009747?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/8957301616331009747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=8957301616331009747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/8957301616331009747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/8957301616331009747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-2574860653367215197</id><published>2007-08-20T23:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T23:07:36.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Things Poppin</title><content type='html'>Sorry about that title.  I couldn't think of anything else to write.  I'm a little tired.  I went to work today, which was cool.  I also worked out at the crack of dawn and then went grocery shopping after work.  I sort of had a full day.  Tomorrow is the big day.  I should be more excited but I'm a little tired.  I need to be wrapping it up and getting in the bed.  I have a lunch date with my dad tomorrow.  Wish me luck.  Then I have a dinner date.  I'll be eating all damn day.  That's cool though.  I'm happy people care enough to want to celebrate with me.  And I'll be celebrating until after Labor Day.  Ok.  I've got nothing.  I'm going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-2574860653367215197?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/2574860653367215197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=2574860653367215197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/2574860653367215197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/2574860653367215197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/08/big-things-poppin.html' title='Big Things Poppin'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-5909238111253516659</id><published>2007-08-19T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T14:35:42.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Detox</title><content type='html'>I am seriously trippin.  You know you're night was ridiculous when you have to be driven to the spot where you left your car the next morning.  You know you're on some other shit when the ride there entails rolling down the highway with old school Outkast playing loud as hell, eating a chicken leg, with the windows rolled down and hair blowing in your face.  I have no excuses for my behavior.  I will remind you that my birthday is in 2 days.  As we speak, I'm sitting here in a towel trying not to pass away.  I think I need to go lay down.  Oh yeah.  I got a dress yesterday for my party.  Goodnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1QDb8dmm5WxgF-qExprft-M='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1QDb8dmm5WxgF-qExprft-M=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-5909238111253516659?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/5909238111253516659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=5909238111253516659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/5909238111253516659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/5909238111253516659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/08/detox.html' title='Detox'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-9084235655928014757</id><published>2007-08-18T13:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T13:34:48.112-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Too Old for New Draws</title><content type='html'>My auntie just called me asking if I wanted a t-shirt dress b/c she was standing in the middle of Macy's and thought I would look cute wearing one.  I said why not?  I mean, it's free.  She also asked if I needed some underwear and I replied yes, b/c that's something you always need.  So it's not even my full on birthday yet and I have a new dress and new draws on the way!  Life is good.  In other news, I tried unsuccessfully to track down the phone sex perpetrator.  I guess sending out a mass text to all the guys you know asking if they called you in the middle of a morning jack off session wasn't the way to go.  Oh well.  I tried.  I also had the pleasure of babysitting my friend's kids and it was exhausting as hell.  2 year olds are the funniest, busiest people on the planet.  She had me laid out on the couch trying to regroup as she tried to feed me nasty dried fruit snacks. We had quite the day which I think resulted in me putting on a backwards diaper.  Whatever.  I'm still learning and it's a very slow process.  Enough of all that.  I need to get clean and go look for clothes.  Have a great Saturday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1VRpIeD6Vi99fWWYe_bnbbc='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1VRpIeD6Vi99fWWYe_bnbbc=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-9084235655928014757?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/9084235655928014757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=9084235655928014757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/9084235655928014757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/9084235655928014757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/08/never-too-old-for-new-draws.html' title='Never Too Old for New Draws'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-6274343209225826361</id><published>2007-08-17T13:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T16:28:21.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rude Awakening</title><content type='html'>This video is more than appropriate since my morning started of with a reference to skeet.  Watch out for those "private" or "unknown" calls.  Nothing good ever comes of them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1WRvEd-Ca5gjquQWjUleHho='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1WRvEd-Ca5gjquQWjUleHho=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-6274343209225826361?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/6274343209225826361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=6274343209225826361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/6274343209225826361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/6274343209225826361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/08/be-safe-out-there.html' title='Rude Awakening'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-6019062888347092885</id><published>2007-08-17T08:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T09:16:13.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disrespect All Around...</title><content type='html'>So around 6:48am, somebody sends me a text message informing me that they we should go out tonight.  That's great and all, but you can't assume just b/c you're up at the butt crack of dawn that I am as well.  Besides, I'm not so sure that I want to venture out with this particular person again.  And I definitely don't want to go to the lame ass places she suggested. This is looking like a no-go.  Take two.  My phone actually rings around 7:45am (still sleeping by the way). The call is from a private number.  Mistake #1.  I answer it.  Mistake #2.  The person on the other end of the phone is softly whispering, so I think.  My phone has questionable reception and I'm half asleep so I give this a pass. I repeat hello and realize that the dude on the other end of the phone is informing me that he is coming.  So I'm pissed.  I start yelling at this dude, calling him stupid, lame etc.  The best (and maybe worst) part is that I recognized the voice, which makes this even lamer.  I told dude not to wake me up on some bullshit anymore and hung up.  I know I shouldn't have entertained any of that at all, but I was so sleepy and I hate when a ringing phone wakes me up.  Absolutely hate it.  I mean, this is so ridiculous that I couldn't even find a video to post to soothe my irritation.  I'll try again later.  Have a great morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-6019062888347092885?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/6019062888347092885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=6019062888347092885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/6019062888347092885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/6019062888347092885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/08/disrespect-all-around.html' title='Disrespect All Around...'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-8706758713774508460</id><published>2007-08-16T21:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T21:21:11.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus is On the Main Line</title><content type='html'>In a surprising twist of fate, I checked the balance for my checking account and to my great surprise there was an extra grip of money from my job.  I haven't worked in about 3 weeks.  My co-worker and I speculate it's our bonus from the last project we completed.  I really don't care what it is as long as it's mine.  August 16th is officially christened as the Best Day Ever (besides my birthday which is a national holiday, so it couldn't be in the running).  Since I don't have any strong praise songs to post I'll give you the second best thing: the hardest singing male group of all time.  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1bnjOqMUYeMnaoVb5y2cDTc='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1bnjOqMUYeMnaoVb5y2cDTc=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-8706758713774508460?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/8706758713774508460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=8706758713774508460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/8706758713774508460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/8706758713774508460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/08/jesus-is-on-main-line.html' title='Jesus is On the Main Line'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-8600504831217370936</id><published>2007-08-16T19:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T20:03:51.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's An On Time God, Yes He Is</title><content type='html'>Ladies and gentlemen, I will be returning to work on Monday at 8:30am.  I would like to give thanks to the Almighty for making this possible.  For real.  Like I stated before, the student loan game is so serious and money is so very necessary.  As a result of the momentous news, there will definitely be an increase in fun had at my birthday party.  There will probably be a purchase of an outfit or two and some much needed groceries.  It's so beautiful when it all comes together.  Wouldn't you agree?  I think the only thing that would be better than this is if Chocolate walked through my door right now, in all his bodyrocker glory.  That would be exceptional.  But like I said, going back to work and getting paid is pretty damn exciting on its own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-8600504831217370936?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/8600504831217370936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=8600504831217370936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/8600504831217370936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/8600504831217370936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/08/hes-on-time-god-yes-he-is.html' title='He&apos;s An On Time God, Yes He Is'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-1061518594507610132</id><published>2007-08-16T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T10:45:36.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gym Etiquette</title><content type='html'>How come when you're at the gym minding your business, working out and such, other patrons think it's perfectly fine to come and either &lt;br /&gt;a) stand right by you &lt;br /&gt;b) get on a machine &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;right&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; next to you when all other 5011 machines are free or&lt;br /&gt;c) stare you all in the face  &lt;br /&gt;I don't know about anybody else but when I go to the gym I sweat.  A lot.  I was told by my trainer that's a good thing, so naturally I'm going to make that happen everytime I go to the gym.  And I don't like to be close to people when I sweat b/c I feel wet and well, a little nasty.  That's why I go all out of my way to make sure I don't have to interact with people during those times. I bring music.  I don't make eye contact with anyone, not even bodyrockers (and that's a little hard)  I just go in and mind my business.  Understand, I'm just trying to look out for y'all.  Respect my gym hustle, please.  That's all I'm asking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-1061518594507610132?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/1061518594507610132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=1061518594507610132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/1061518594507610132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/1061518594507610132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/08/gym-etiquette.html' title='Gym Etiquette'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-2625543867580845222</id><published>2007-08-15T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T14:56:32.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexyss K. Taylor:  The Realest Chick in the Game</title><content type='html'>If you've never heard of Ms. Alexyss Taylor then you are in for a treat.  This lady is the most soulful, most hilarious, all around realest sexpert in the game.  Truth be told, she is also the most intelligent.  She has that authentic GA accent so a few people try to write her off as ignorant or clowin', but that's not the case.  My Auntie  is so thorough with it.  No joke.  This particular clip shows that she has a little wisdom for everybody.  Enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1ZR-MWSN45OSJ9oPVbZf090='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1ZR-MWSN45OSJ9oPVbZf090=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-2625543867580845222?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/2625543867580845222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=2625543867580845222' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/2625543867580845222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/2625543867580845222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/08/alexyss-k-taylor-hottest-chick-in-game.html' title='Alexyss K. Taylor:  The Realest Chick in the Game'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-7914080536007667298</id><published>2007-08-15T07:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T10:03:51.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Early for Chocolate</title><content type='html'>I am already ahead of the game.  I saw my trainer this morning at 5:30am and we did abs for ages.  Many moons ago my ab game was undeniable.  I actually talked to a friend of mine yesterday who remembered my abs from 2 years ago.  Unfortunately, I do not have the same abs today.  It's cool though b/c abs are something that I develop rather quickly.  I mean, the abs I have today aren't the ones I had in Miami (which is a shame b/c I needed today's abs last week) but whatever.  It's still early and I'm hungry and tired and probably not really making much sense. I tried to post a video featuring a hot and chocolaty Weebey from the Wire, but obviously his presence would have caused too much commotion b/c youtube decided against it.  As a result, I give you the new Rocawear Ladies promos featuring Ciara and Tocarra.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1Xm2xIsDS-DlTfWDStpHZmM='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1Xm2xIsDS-DlTfWDStpHZmM=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1b_cmG3HBCpcpTuuNy59g30='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1b_cmG3HBCpcpTuuNy59g30=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-7914080536007667298?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/7914080536007667298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=7914080536007667298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/7914080536007667298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/7914080536007667298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/08/see-what-chocolate-makes-you-do.html' title='Too Early for Chocolate'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-1221545293851623479</id><published>2007-08-14T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T14:22:10.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Your Viewing Pleasure</title><content type='html'>Since I was a good girl and went to the gym as promised, I decided to post a few gems that I saw this morning on the web.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my relationship with Pharrell may be rocky, I do love a tatted up neck.  Here is Neck Tat with some dude named FAM-LAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1TcBj8oEYPLV7B2kzk0D3Vs='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1TcBj8oEYPLV7B2kzk0D3Vs=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ambassadors of Hot Ass Mess themselves, Pretty Ricky.  Hmm, I wonder if they've paid Joe for jacking that "Love Scene" song of his?  Joe, you might want to collect on that sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1SwbzWA-1zsGweQXyefK6fg='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1SwbzWA-1zsGweQXyefK6fg=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some cat named Ray Lavender (?) who is on Konvict Music and sounds just like T-Pain singing about something he knows nothing about.  Threesomes as song subject matter is so tired.  I mean half these dudes don't know what to do with one chick, let alone a few.  Whatever.  Enjoy the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ETA: Sorry kids. Universal decided to snatch the video due to copyright violation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1UxB5Ev0zewCjxhwbf3cpWY='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1UxB5Ev0zewCjxhwbf3cpWY=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-1221545293851623479?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/1221545293851623479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=1221545293851623479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/1221545293851623479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/1221545293851623479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/08/for-your-viewing-pleasure.html' title='For Your Viewing Pleasure'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-9216903786131098766</id><published>2007-08-14T09:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T09:54:26.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear...</title><content type='html'>Chocolate,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are having a great day.  You are a very hot young man.  So hot, that you have single-handedly reactivated my loins.  I want to thank you for that.  I am officially back and it's all because of you.  I think we should celebrate.  Holla at me sometime.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hottest Zimbabwean in the Game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be here in exactly seven days.  We have to make everyday count.  This is the first year that I am ambivalent about your arrival.  Maybe it is b/c I don't know what to expect. Well, let's be clear about one thing: I'm having a great time from today until the end of the month and beyond.  07-08 is the continuation of great things!  'Preciate it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Month-Long Birthday Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for coming together in such a short period of time.  I am loving you so much right now.  To make matters even better, you appear to be relatively inexpensive.  I love you so much.  I promise not to get too drunk so I can remember you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving You,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Very Excited Guest of Honor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest List,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please make yourself.  I am tired and don't feel like doing that right now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours in laziness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  I will be there in an hour at the most.  I was taking care of important financial business this morning.  I am a very important person.  Yes, I am aware if I don't keep my appointments with you no one will be interested in anything I have to do or say.  I understand we are a team.  I've dropped the ball and I apologize.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your tough love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a really silly girl so if these "letters" seem off, you probably don't want to meet me in person.  Have a great 7 days til my birthday!  Chocolate this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1RlATA9xqk1DRafBdQyh1lw='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1RlATA9xqk1DRafBdQyh1lw=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-9216903786131098766?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/9216903786131098766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=9216903786131098766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/9216903786131098766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/9216903786131098766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/08/dear_14.html' title='Dear...'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-6155221806028322318</id><published>2007-08-13T09:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T10:18:32.358-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Plot Thickens...</title><content type='html'>Ok. So last night, I filed an unemployment claim with the great state of NC, as an insurance policy of sorts.  I'm good on the money front, but I don't know how long the work imposed hiatus is going to last.  I'm still trying to be responsible and still pay bills and save, which is virtually impossible if you don't have income coming in.  Long story short: I was poor last year and by the grace of Jehovah, I was able to file an umemployment claim in GA.  When I filed the claim, I got a job 3 weeks later, which was great b/c those benefits weren't really gonna cut it.  Well, it's still active b/c it lasts for a year (I guess) and I have to reopen that claim, in that state.  If I'm still scheduled to receive the same amount that they offered in December, then that's not going to work. At. All.  I have responsibilities that are so serious right now.  It's cool though, b/c I have plans in the works.  I just thought that this might be a quick way to keep the revenue coming until I went back to work for real (some might refer to this as a slight hustle, I won't confirm or deny) Oh well, back to the drawing board, I guess.  Have a great Monday.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1YXxPBTHY6-vvjIEEB7StzY='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1YXxPBTHY6-vvjIEEB7StzY=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-6155221806028322318?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/6155221806028322318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=6155221806028322318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/6155221806028322318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/6155221806028322318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-plot-thickens.html' title='And the Plot Thickens...'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-4333915702586848052</id><published>2007-08-12T15:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T23:46:58.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame Lame Lame</title><content type='html'>I vow to leave the house today.  I've been reviewing business materials and trying to find a venue for my birthday.  This is lame.  Doesn't look like I'm going to the gym  either so I'm just an all around winner today. Maybe I'll get lucky and be able to take another trip for my birthday.  It would be great if Chocolate could step up to the birthday challenge.  That would definitely be a welcome surprise.  Shawty, we can freak something if you're down, indeed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1Z1VG0Xr2aWuO30kkjF5c28='&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/params&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFPChLFI8WeA1Z1VG0Xr2aWuO30kkjF5c28=' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='366'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-4333915702586848052?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/4333915702586848052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=4333915702586848052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/4333915702586848052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/4333915702586848052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/08/lame-lame-lame.html' title='Lame Lame Lame'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-309176918847376244</id><published>2007-08-11T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:13:50.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Your Agent?</title><content type='html'>From time to time athletes will do some wack mess.  When this happens I often ask myself "where is this man's agent?"  Case in point.  I was reading Sandra Rose's blog today and found some &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; very&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; interesting information about Kansas City Chiefs RB, Larry Johnson.  Allegedly, Johnson and Jay-Z are roommates in New York.  Rose's blog goes on to state that Johnson is holding out for $28 million in guaranteed money as opposed to the 1.9 million he was given.  Kansas City is only willing to meet him with about $11 to $14 million.  Reportedly he needs a larger salary because he needs to find another place to live.  Jay-Z has also allegedly reprimanded (read: cursed out) Johnson for appearing in Fantasia's "When I See You" video because she's "hood" and he shouldn't be associated with her.  Now, I can't say whether this information is true or not because let's be honest, I don't know. However, there are some things that I'm absolutely certain of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Larry Johnson, you need to be concentrating on finding housing in Kansas City.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm pretty sure suitable housing is available for less than $11 to $14 million in Kansas City.&lt;br /&gt;3. Two rich grown ass men probably don't have a legitimate reason to be living together.&lt;br /&gt;4. There is no legitimate reason for a grown man to curse out another grown man for making a non threatening career choice.&lt;br /&gt;5. While you may deserve more money, I don't know if this holdout is the best move for you since I didn't follow your career last season but I do know your name is not LaDainian.&lt;br /&gt;6. Two rich grown ass men probably don't have a legitimate reason to be living together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra Rose's blog did go on to state that Johnson and LeBron James are represented by Jay-Z in some matter.  James is reportedly releasing an album so that representation makes some sense, but no album information was included for Johnson.  If any of this is even remotely true I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation for all of this wackness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-309176918847376244?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/309176918847376244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=309176918847376244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/309176918847376244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/309176918847376244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/08/wheres-your-agent.html' title='Where&apos;s Your Agent?'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997941.post-2590511475216533001</id><published>2007-08-11T16:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T16:35:58.192-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn Notice</title><content type='html'>I look crazy.  After my workout yesterday I noticed some slight peeling on the shady shoulder I mentioned earlier.  Well today I look like a burn unit escapee.  Not a good look.  It's still hot as hell and I don't feel like leaving the house.  In administrative news, I need to figure out what the hell I'm doing for my birthday since it's 10 days away.  I plan to get my life together on Monday.  I would start tomorrow but today already feels like Sunday so if I try to start on an actual Sunday it probably won't happen.  Sundays entail a lot of sleeping, reading and errand running.  Not a good day to get your life together.  I still can't believe I burned my shoulder (and nose and forehead).  I have got to stop falling asleep in the sun.  Alright.  There's nothing more to see here.  Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8997941-2590511475216533001?l=diarrasabree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/feeds/2590511475216533001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8997941&amp;postID=2590511475216533001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/2590511475216533001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8997941/posts/default/2590511475216533001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diarrasabree.blogspot.com/2007/08/burn-notice.html' title='Burn Notice'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308150194928893490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
