tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83046804116026854172011-08-03T23:17:04.656-07:00crouching tiger, hidden negrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03173602287861185817noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304680411602685417.post-44608748210138041282008-11-19T12:18:00.000-08:002009-09-17T22:03:56.453-07:00i came back to it, to find that most of the posts were irrelevant, and a lot of shit has changed. now that im no longer in an open relationship, anything in the past is in the past for a reason.<br /><br />my fedex man came and brought my check. he knows its always a happy day when he brings me my paper. i meant to take a photo of him with deca(the cat) for kicks. the cat rubbed up on him and laid at his feet. he said so your pussy likes to rub up against me, huh. i got a good laugh off of that.<br /><br />i'll blog a lil more when the time comes available. i need to stack my bread as high as i can so i can move soon. its some pretty nice places in walkertown that i saw, but im not sure. if i can stay on this side of town, i will. i love the area i am in. i really dont have the bread to move to the atl on my own like id like to. so the tre-4 will remain home for another 6mos- a yr.<br /><br />i hate when chanel is sad. i wanna squeeze her and take it all away from her, but she might be contagious lol. i love her to pieces.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304680411602685417-4460874821013804128?l=excessdope.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crouching tiger, hidden negrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03173602287861185817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304680411602685417.post-54245903241873393872008-09-14T01:11:00.001-07:002008-09-14T01:12:16.109-07:00but i'm too tired. i did a birthday party for chris paul tonight. it made me remember why i dont care for him too much. hes an asshole. the end.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304680411602685417-5424590324187339387?l=excessdope.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crouching tiger, hidden negrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03173602287861185817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304680411602685417.post-61510301600139551102008-09-13T09:28:00.000-07:002008-09-13T09:49:24.180-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFuC5L4D-Ak/SMvsQ5Qp0gI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/1HsUfmhmnqk/s1600-h/Photo_090508_007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFuC5L4D-Ak/SMvsQ5Qp0gI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/1HsUfmhmnqk/s320/Photo_090508_007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245545965995807234" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I forgot to mention this. I did get to see rex while I was gone. I put him on to that "oh carolina!" and it was a wrap! He looks like he was dreaming about gingerbread houses and shit.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304680411602685417-6151030160013955110?l=excessdope.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crouching tiger, hidden negrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03173602287861185817noreply@blogger.com0