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I had a baby shower November4th,2006 and it was a big success to me.The food was great and I got some wonderful gifts.If you dont know I am expecting a baby boy and boy am I ready for him to make his entrance in the world.He moves a lot also.I know hes a very active baby.Anyways, I have to go now cause I have to feed the both of us.When this baby is hungry and I dont eat he makes me sick caus ei will get really sick and start puking if I dont eat!!Holla at me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-116364520390151274?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/116364520390151274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=116364520390151274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/116364520390151274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/116364520390151274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2006/11/well-its-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-115663112029141702</id><published>2006-08-26T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T15:25:20.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.funnypicturespace.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.funnypicturespace.com/funny-graphics/Don'tSaySex.jpeg width=300 height=457 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.funnypicturespace.com'&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Free Myspace Pictures&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funstartpages.com"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Get A Cool New Layout&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-115663112029141702?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/115663112029141702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=115663112029141702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/115663112029141702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/115663112029141702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2006/08/free-myspace-picturesget-cool-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-115636716573049251</id><published>2006-08-23T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T14:06:05.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Fifth Month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as your baby is concerned, this month is just like last month, but more so. Your baby is moving around a lot more and growing a lot bigger. By the end of this month, your baby will weigh as much as a pound and be as long as one foot. You are somewhat larger. You are not yet large enough to be uncomfortable, but your size may cause bowel problems, sudden spikes in your heart rate, leg cramps, and a need to nap. Luckily, none of these are particularly challenging: drink more water if you're constipated, don't worry about your thumping heart, take more calcium to battle leg cramps, and rest when you need to. Your baby, too, is becoming quite the nap taker. He or she is now sleeping and waking at regular intervals, and busy listening in to your life while awake. Your baby can hear your heart beating and a muffled version of the sounds outside your uterus. You will be able to feel your baby responding to sounds, now and again. Fine hair, called lanugo, covers your baby's body, as does the creamy vernix that protects your baby's skin from here on out. Almost literally.&lt;/strong&gt; PregnancyWeekly.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-115636716573049251?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/115636716573049251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=115636716573049251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/115636716573049251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/115636716573049251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2006/08/fifth-month-as-far-as-your-baby-is_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-115534009137902616</id><published>2006-08-11T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T16:48:11.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://plugin.smileycentral.com/http%253A%252F%252Fzwinky%252Esmileycentral%252Ecom%252Fdownload%252Findex%252Ejhtml%253Fpartner%253DZJzeb007%255FZJxdm035YYUS%2526spu%253D1%2526feat%253Dprof%2526ver%253D2/page.html" style="position:absolute;top:118px;left:0px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://plugin.smileycentral.com/http%253A%252F%252Fak%252Eimgfarm%252Ecom%252Fimages%252Ffunwebproducts%252Fpromos%252Fzwinky%252Fprofile%252Egif/image.gif" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="display:none;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.zwinky.com/zwinkyembed/js/avatar.js.f3e" width="1" height="1" id="f3embed" name="experiment" type="application/x-f3embed"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="fwpAvatar" style="width:226px; height:280px;overflow:hidden;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://plugin.smileycentral.com/http%253A%252F%252Foutfits%252Ezwinky%252Ecom%252Fusers%252Fcommon%252FavatarEmbed%252Eswf%253Fu%253Dhottmomma26%2526partner%253DZJzeb007%255FZJxdm035YYUS%2526brand%253Dother%2526ver%253D2/flash.swf" width="226" height="280" wmode="transparent" menu="false" quality="high" scale="noborder" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" id="fwpAvatarMovie" name="fwpAvatarMovie" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-115534009137902616?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/115534009137902616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=115534009137902616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/115534009137902616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/115534009137902616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-115439720883369854</id><published>2006-07-31T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T18:54:13.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Be With a Water Sign!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsignshouldyoudatequiz/water-sign.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your best match is a Cancer, Scorpio, or Pisces&lt;br /&gt;Why? You crave intimacy and connection in your relationshipAnd while most guys can't open up enough for you, a Water Sign canNot that you're whole relationship will be soul gazingA Water Sign matches your goofy sense of humor - and desire to help others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-115439720883369854?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/115439720883369854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=115439720883369854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/115439720883369854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/115439720883369854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-should-be-with-water-signyour-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-115332902567108374</id><published>2006-07-19T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T10:10:25.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ell, Sometime in Jan. I will have to welcome a new baby in my life. That's right &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To be exact I am 12 weeks 3 days&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My due date is from Jan 27-30,2007&lt;/span&gt;. Pray for me. To Fonda and Wanda I miss you guys so much. I can't wait to reunite with both of you. I hate living life without knowing that you two are okay, but I pary and I ask GOD to let you both be okay and enjoying life. I hope the both of you are safe from all harm. If you guys read this please please contact me at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(251)-404-1114 or write to me at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;               6427 Airport Blvd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;               Apt.H-54&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;               Mobile,Ala 36608&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I love you guys, and miss you both dearly. With all love and respect I have to shorten this blog,but never putting my love on hold that I have for you two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;                                                       Love Always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;                                                                    Chon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-115332902567108374?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/115332902567108374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=115332902567108374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/115332902567108374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/115332902567108374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2006/07/well-sometime-in-jan.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-115332849557044376</id><published>2006-07-19T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T10:01:35.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your Baby's Development Calendar&lt;br /&gt;Create a personal pregnancy calendar and track your baby's development.&lt;br /&gt;Enter the first day of your last menstrual period and click Create:&lt;br /&gt;Month:&lt;br /&gt;January February March April May June July August September October November December&lt;br /&gt;Day:&lt;br /&gt;Year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conception&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you got pregnant on that day, you were already 2 weeks pregnant. That's because pregnancies are dated from the first day of the last menstrual period.&lt;br /&gt;Implantation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the approximate day of implantation. A few women will notice spotting at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Positive pregnancy test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This is the day your period was expected. Most women will have a positive home pregnancy test by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Your baby is now approximately inch long and weighs less than an ounce. Your first prenatal visit should be within a week or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The risk of miscarriage drops dramatically at this point. You may notice that pregnancy symptoms like morning sickness begin to improve. You should be able to hear the baby's heartbeat at your doctor's visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This is when the AFP test is done. It is a screening test for Down's Syndrome and spina bifida. Women who are 35 or older may wish to have amniocentesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 weeks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most women will first feel the baby move between 16 and 20 weeks. It was moving before that, but too small and weak to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The baby weighs more than a pound now and you are noticing movement regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28 weeks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third trimester is beginning. Your baby weighs about 2 pounds and has a good chance of survival if born at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32 weeks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby weighs approximately 4 pounds now. The baby's lungs will mature in the next few weeks so that it is ready to breathe at birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Over 95% of babies will be able to breathe on their own if born now. You may notice your that your baby occassionally has the hiccups. You may feel Braxton-Hicks contractions now, painless practice contractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Due Date!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 16% of babies are actually born on their due date. Most are born between 38-42 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s13.sitemeter.com/stats.asp?site=s13askdramy" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-115332849557044376?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/115332849557044376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=115332849557044376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/115332849557044376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/115332849557044376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2006/07/your-babys-development-calendar-create.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-114559347452388848</id><published>2006-04-20T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T21:24:34.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Japanese Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/girl.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mihoko Konjo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/"&gt;What's" your Japanese Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-114559347452388848?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/114559347452388848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=114559347452388848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/114559347452388848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/114559347452388848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2006/04/your-japanese-name-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-114524788608664912</id><published>2006-04-16T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T21:24:46.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well,I finally got close to a computer.First thing is I really miss my friends I had on campus.Any ways I have to be quick so to start off.Right now I'm sick.I have a bad case of tonsilitis and it hurts so bad.That really sucks.In 4 days I'll be going to Missouri for vacation to visit my uncle.Hopefully I get to see Nelly with his fine SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.Sorry i havent wrote in a while.I've been clubbing and having fun too.Umm me and baby daddy seperated so I'm single. I do have a friend.He's really sweet,but I dont think hes for me.Anywasys,thats all CHECK IF YOU GET THIS MESSAGE CALL ME AT (251)-404-1114 I should pick up.If not leave a message.I love you guys forever.!!!!!!Wanda,Fonda,Tanisha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-114524788608664912?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/114524788608664912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=114524788608664912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/114524788608664912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/114524788608664912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2006/04/welli-finally-got-close-to-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-112103643078133623</id><published>2005-07-09T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T16:00:30.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are Girly Panties!&lt;/h2&gt;You're totally girly - it's who you are, not just part of your charm.From your perfectly painted toenails to your soft lingerie, you're all girl.Men find you intriguing and sexy - yet also comforting.Just make sure your feminine ways are womanly... not little girlish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/pantiesquiz.html"&gt;What Kind of Panties Are You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;Find'&gt;http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find&lt;/a&gt; the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr/girly-panties.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-112103643078133623?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/112103643078133623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=112103643078133623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/112103643078133623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/112103643078133623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-are-girly-pantiesyoure-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-112103444027535975</id><published>2005-07-09T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T15:27:20.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Im here to say I haven't been on here since April 11th. Nothing much has happened to me except I got a new job and I like it a lot. I work at CiCi's Pizza now. I haven't talked to my friends Wanda and Fonda yet.It's been a while since I talked to them. I really miss them a lot.I really just want to let them know that I am okay, nothing wrong, and I'll be fine. I really wish i could talk to them just to ease my mind.I want to know if they are doing okay.Fonda graduated from South Alabama this Summer so big ups to her.Wanda I heard she was in Ameri Corps and doing just good. I know they miss me cause I can feel it in my bones. ran into this Japanese guy I met.His name is Hito Loani. He is so sweet and kinda of looney.I miss watching Jap,Chin,and Korean soap operas with my friends.Wanda and Fonda if you read this I want you to know I miss you and I love you. Hope to see you guys soon cause you are forever on my minds;mostly when I run into these cute ass Asians all the time.I work with three of them and they all are fine as hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;*********Well, I am at my moms and the hurricane is doing it's things.We are stuck here is Mississippi, but I ain't mad though!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-112103444027535975?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/112103444027535975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=112103444027535975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/112103444027535975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/112103444027535975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-here-to-say-i-havent-been-on-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-111323428446189648</id><published>2005-04-11T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T08:44:44.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well, I can truly say I have been through alot. I go through ups and downs with the ,ove of my life and with sister and her friend. Lately I have been doing a lot of crying and hurting due to being around negative vibes. Then I am always around miserable ass people.  Carlos and I have had so many ups and downs. Carlos and I had something special but we lost it and now I feel even closer to him. I feel like I need him to heal my broken heart. I've found someone who makes me happy regardless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-111323428446189648?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/111323428446189648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=111323428446189648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/111323428446189648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/111323428446189648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2005/04/well-i-can-truly-say-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-111310683261640303</id><published>2005-04-09T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T21:20:32.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, well, well, how do I start this. To be honest my life has been so wishy washy. It gets better then it gets fucked up. People these days are tied up in there own fucked up ass lives until they want your life to be fucked up to. When people see me doing good, feeling good, with a smile on my face; they go about any way possible to make you frown. I sure wish I would have still been able to have my lilttle boy in this world. Yeah! K.D. or Lil'Man would have been my nickname for him.MAn I miss him so much. I had just begun to fill him in my stomach.Damn!! I love his daddy so much!! I gotta go!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-111310683261640303?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/111310683261640303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=111310683261640303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/111310683261640303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/111310683261640303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2005/04/well-well-well-how-do-i-start-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-110862076556092904</id><published>2005-02-16T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T22:12:45.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE DAY MY WHOLE LIFE WAS SHATTERED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SADNESS(feels like being gunned down)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well, it was early December when I found out I was having a baby. I didn't know if I should be sad, happy, or disappointed, but mostly I can say I was happy and scared. I had a few complications when I was 6 weeks and I got put on bed rest. Things was fine when I went back to the doctor and Carlos and I was happy.On January23,2005 I went to the doctor for my first ultasound not knowing that my first ultrasound would be my last one.Carlos and I heard the baby's heartbeat and at that very moment I fell in love with that baby. We smiled and laughed and I started looking forward to having my baby, holding my baby, waking up in the middle of the night, and taking my baby to grandma's and everything.I started looking forward to Carlos and I having us a little family and his girls being big sisters to my baby.It's sad when you don't blame anyone and you know GOD makes everything happen for a reason, but sometimes you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;wonder&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;WHY YOU?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE TRIP TO THE HOSPITAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The trip to the hospital was hell.I was in so much pain and I was hurtiing so bad.It hurted lik ecrazy and it hurted to sit down, to walk, to do anything. I was bleeding bad by then. I could feel blood running all down my legs.It was so scary an di wouldn't wish this in my worst enemy.Carlos was rubbing my back and holding my hand the whole way there. Thank God I got a man like him to be there for me.He told me he would never leave my side and he didn't leave either.He stayed there every min of the hour.I knew on the way to the hosputal that I was having a miscarriage,but I tried to pray to GOD and keep my faith.GOD said all you have to do is have a mustard seed of faith. I hated to keep questioning GOD, but when you are going through something you constantly question him because you are wondering why you, why wait after this long, why, why, why,why! :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AT THE HOSPITAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;At the hospital all I could do was pray and beg GOD to take care of me. I am really sad all I have left to say is thatI am sad and I'd rather roll up in a ball and fall out than to go through this.Ask yourself how would you feel if you sent throught this!!!!! Your answer should be? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;YOU WILL NEVER KNOW &lt;/span&gt;until it happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love always,sad,depressed,hurt,and scared!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-110862076556092904?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/110862076556092904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=110862076556092904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/110862076556092904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/110862076556092904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2005/02/day-my-whole-life-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-110098102865218680</id><published>2004-11-20T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T12:03:48.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Well I haven't been on here lately cause Iv'e been busy working like a Hebrew slave in the night. My life has gotten better a little and it's gotten a little bad. my love life in interesting and everyday something new is brung about. I know call myself Amazing cause I can;t seem to stop amazing myself and others. School I don't go! The school messed my whole dream up of finishing college on time. Oh! Well, I'll succeed regardless. To Fonda and Wanda I still love you guys even though we don't talk much anymore. Wrok and other things have gotten in our way of seeinbg each other,but everytime I get I call you guys. I just want you to know that I love you girls and don't ever forget that. Even if you are 1 million miles away I will find a way to contact you. Well, you know Im the big 20 now (NOT THAT IT MATTERS),but I'm thankful that God help me see another year of life. I learn new things everyday now and to be honest I'm doing better than a lot of peopl emy age or doing in life. I made some bad choices in life a couple of months back, but I'm well now! PROMISE!!!! No more of that there that I was doing. I'll tell you guys about it when I ready to CONFESS to you guys. You might kick my ass, but I'll except it cause I need it, but I PROMISE no more!! Love you guys and I'll update this soon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-110098102865218680?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/110098102865218680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=110098102865218680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/110098102865218680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/110098102865218680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/11/well-i-havent-been-on-here-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-109639014169380902</id><published>2004-09-28T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T09:49:01.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU FONDA!!! STAY STRONG! GOD WILL WORK EVERYTHING OUT WITH YOUR MOM JUST TELL HER CHON SAID PARY AND HAVE FAITH. THINGS GET BETTER DPENDING ON HOW MUCH FAITH YOU HAVE IN GOD.GOD WILL ALSO LEAD YOUR MOM INTO A STATE OF TRUE HAPPINESS SO TELL HER I LOVE HER TOO CAUSE WITHOUT HER YOU WOULDN'T BE HERE.i LOVE YOU KEEP YOUR HEAD UP AND EVEN IF WE ARE MILLIONS OF MILES AWAY I'LL FIND A WAY TO TALK TO YOU AND SEE YOU! I LOVE YOU GIRL. SEE YOU SOON!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-109639014169380902?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/109639014169380902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=109639014169380902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109639014169380902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109639014169380902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-love-you-fonda-stay-strong-god-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-109638992764283330</id><published>2004-09-28T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T09:45:27.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;         I'm still hurting everyday. I am ashamed to talk to people cause they might think bad about me. It's tearing me apart to hold on to all these feelings I have deep inside. Fonda just to let you know I love you girl!! You where there for me when I needed you most and I know I can depend on you. I'm trying to find time to spend with you,but as you know Between work and school I am tied p. Don't think you aren't important to me because you are. It's not one day that I don't think about you. No matter what I will always consider you as a friend and I'll never forget you. Iknow things woll get better if I want them to. GOD will never take a person through something that he knows they can't handle. He's taking me through these things to test my faith. I have lots of faith. Sometimes I say things that I really don't mean,but I that's cause I be mad or upset at the time. I love Wanda and Tanisha too. I wish we all could just kick it like the old days. Go to Biloxi again, get a room (Jubilee Inn) ha!ha! and go clubbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;         I hate to see people hurting and i hat to hurt people. Sometimes I wonder why GOD made me the way I am, but it's a purpose and one day when my purpose on this earth is over he's going to take me with him to the gates of heaven and open up the doors so I can recieve my reward. times are hard and you can never turn back the hands of time. All you can do is try to change for the better for the furture. The future is tomorrow. We don't know what tomorrow holds. I can't even type anymore cause I'm in tears right now.  I can't be messing up South Alabama's computer. I onced LOVED this school and this City, but now I hate it. It brung me happiness, but it also has brung me a lots and lots of sadness. I'm out!!! See you when you get there!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-109638992764283330?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/109638992764283330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=109638992764283330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109638992764283330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109638992764283330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-still-hurting-everyday.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-109484575340684513</id><published>2004-09-10T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T12:49:13.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...............Well, so much has been going on in my life. I feel so sad at time and all I do is cry. No matter whats going on I go in the room and cry. It feels like I have no more friends, I'm lonely and here is where i want some people to be. This shit is making me mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;Just thinking:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tears running down my face,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feels like somebody sprayed me with mace,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm crying constanlty,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seem like everyone has forgot about me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My world is getting lonely,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somebody please help me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm going crazy banging my head into the walls,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silently crying and not out loud,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My feelings are hurt,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just want to blurt,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Want to blurt out my cries,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and stop all the denies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm in love,love hurts,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one day I dream to fly like a dove, does fly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they fly high in the sky.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm cold, my mouth is watering,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my eyes are pouring,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why do I go through these things.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At night I feel lonely Donnell, Carlos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or somebody please come and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hold me. Console me, make me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feel like the goddess that I am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;........................I just thought of things to say as I went along. I know it's tight, but to be honest this is how I feel half the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-109484575340684513?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/109484575340684513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=109484575340684513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109484575340684513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109484575340684513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-109484733836372256</id><published>2004-09-10T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T13:15:47.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr/bad-for-him.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You've Got It Bad For Him&lt;/h2&gt;For better or worse, you've always got your friend on the brain.&lt;br /&gt;If he digs you too, this could be a very good thing.&lt;br /&gt;If not, at least you tried! You've got to make a move and find out.&lt;br /&gt;You might discover that he's been pining away for you as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-109484733836372256?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/109484733836372256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=109484733836372256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109484733836372256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109484733836372256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/09/youve-got-it-bad-for-himfor-better-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-109484656340326623</id><published>2004-09-10T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T13:02:43.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Celebrities That I Would Have SEX With&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Usher Raymond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Avant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;R. Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Morris Chestnut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ginuwine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oamrion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Marquis Houston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Young Rome)Romeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lloyd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loyd Banks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Juvenile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Petey Pablo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Teddy Riley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;R.L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Taye Diggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jaheim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Omar Epps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Shemar Moore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Marlon Wayans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;There are other but when I think of them it makes me so HOTTT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;On the real I'm really bored and just wanted to put some funny stuff on my blog. I gotta go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-109484656340326623?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/109484656340326623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=109484656340326623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109484656340326623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109484656340326623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/09/celebrities-that-i-would-have-sex.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-109484765028448962</id><published>2004-09-10T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T13:20:58.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your Love Life Is Most Like My Best Friend's Wedding&lt;/h2&gt;It's not looking so good for you and your latest crush.Don't give up on men... but do give up on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/moviequiz.html"&gt;What Movie Is Your Love Life Like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-109484765028448962?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/109484765028448962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=109484765028448962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109484765028448962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109484765028448962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/09/your-love-life-is-most-like-my-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-109467436759600869</id><published>2004-09-08T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T13:13:04.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;%20src="http://www.quizdiva.net/languagea.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-109467436759600869?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/109467436759600869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=109467436759600869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109467436759600869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109467436759600869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/09/href.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-109414402297321636</id><published>2004-09-02T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T09:54:13.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="WIDTH: 616px; HEIGHT: 205px"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr/low-maintenance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are Low Maintenance&lt;/h2&gt;Otherwise known as "too good to be true"&lt;br /&gt;You're one laid back chica - and men love that!&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that no good guy likes a dormat.&lt;br /&gt;So if you find your self going along to get along...&lt;br /&gt;Stop yourself and put up a little bit of a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/maintenancequiz.html"&gt;Are You High Maintenance? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-109414402297321636?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/109414402297321636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=109414402297321636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109414402297321636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109414402297321636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/09/you-are-low-maintenanceotherwise-known.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-109414335261445055</id><published>2004-09-02T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T12:35:06.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;You are a GREAT GIVER!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You really know how to please a person! &lt;br%20&gt;Just so as long as you remember to be true to yourself&lt;br /&gt;You're doing a great job, but keep in mind that it doesn't hurt to say "No" at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are Big Black Boots!&lt;/h2&gt;You can be best described as: attitude&lt;br /&gt;You've got lots of it - and you love to give it&lt;br /&gt;A guy has to be pretty gusty to hit on you&lt;br /&gt;But if he's your type, you'll warm up... a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/shoequiz.html"&gt;What Shoe Are You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Find&lt;/a&gt; the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr/big-black-boots.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-109414335261445055?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/109414335261445055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=109414335261445055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109414335261445055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109414335261445055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/09/you-are-great-giveryou-really-know-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-109414108487041772</id><published>2004-09-02T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T09:04:44.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love &lt;/span&gt;who you are and you'll become a beautiful woman!Your body is going through many changes right now. You may think you are beautiful one day and not the next. Don't worry, you're not alone. All women have been there and lived through it. Don't try to fit a certain body image. Instead, celebrate your body and embrace what's unique about you.&lt;br /&gt;How do I start?Nurture your body as it changes. Eat right, exercise and treat your body to gifts like specialty lotions or a pedicure. Buy clothes that flatter your current body type (not just what's in style).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-109414108487041772?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/109414108487041772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=109414108487041772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109414108487041772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109414108487041772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/09/love-who-you-are-and-youll-become.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-109414084921492399</id><published>2004-09-02T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T09:00:49.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are 10 tips to help you find your own strength and individuality. After all, your inner Sparkle is just as important as your outer Sparkle. And it feels great to Sparkle, so have a little fun while you're at it!&lt;br /&gt;Tip 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.secretsparkle.com/YourInnerSparkle.jsp#al1"&gt;Know what you want in a friendship.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.secretsparkle.com/YourInnerSparkle.jsp#al2"&gt;Create a better version of yourself.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.secretsparkle.com/YourInnerSparkle.jsp#al3"&gt;Work on your physical, mental and emotional strength.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.secretsparkle.com/YourInnerSparkle.jsp#al4"&gt;Decide on where you want to go — in life.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip 5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.secretsparkle.com/YourInnerSparkle.jsp#al5"&gt;Control your reactions.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip 6:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.secretsparkle.com/YourInnerSparkle.jsp#al6"&gt;Develop "good for you" habits.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip 7:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.secretsparkle.com/YourInnerSparkle.jsp#al7"&gt;Exercise for fitness and beauty will follow.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip 8:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.secretsparkle.com/YourInnerSparkle.jsp#al8"&gt;Mistakes are natural, so go ahead and make them.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip 9:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.secretsparkle.com/YourInnerSparkle.jsp#al9"&gt;Speak positively.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip 10:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.secretsparkle.com/YourInnerSparkle.jsp#al10"&gt;Love who you are!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-109414084921492399?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/109414084921492399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=109414084921492399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109414084921492399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109414084921492399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/09/here-are-10-tips-to-help-you-find-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-109414071534494686</id><published>2004-09-02T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T08:58:35.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Sparkle Scent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Peach Shimmer-A Peach Shimmer girl knows about style. You've got the goods when it comes to fashion. And you're shimmering style is what sets you apart from others, so show it off with the sensationally sweet scent of Peach Shimmer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm really bored that's why I'm on this blogger putting all this stuff on here, but it's mine hell I odn't have to apologize to anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-109414071534494686?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/109414071534494686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=109414071534494686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109414071534494686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109414071534494686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/09/your-sparkle-scent-peach-shimmer-peach.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-109414008342771394</id><published>2004-09-02T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T08:48:03.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bye, Bye, Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's no secret that way too much about how we feel about ourselves depends on how others think about us. And nothing can destroy a girl's self esteem and feelings of self worth faster than being rejected by a boy she likes. Songs say it cuts like a knife and can make your brown eyes blue, and scarcely a human makes it though this life without feeling its sting. While there are dozens of books available on what attracts people to one another, very few have investigated the reasons couples break up. What do you know about the "brush off?" Not too much, we hope. . . . This is how we girls/WOMEN tend to live in the life of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-109414008342771394?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/109414008342771394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=109414008342771394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109414008342771394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109414008342771394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/09/bye-bye-love-its-no-secret-that-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-109414436715257262</id><published>2004-09-02T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T12:57:37.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is a person who I'll never regret. A person who will never be a threat. This person is not like a sister or brother, But this person is the one I love, My Mother. My mother was the one who told me wrong from right. The one who tucked me in bed at night. She's has been there for me more than anyone has been. My mother is the one and my only best friend. One day when I'm older, I wish to be like you, to treat each other nice and do things like you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is a poem i write for my mom. I love her so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-109414436715257262?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/109414436715257262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=109414436715257262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109414436715257262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109414436715257262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/09/mother-this-is-person-who-ill-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-109414465170186674</id><published>2004-09-02T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T10:04:11.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More than Friendship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When I think of you going away,It makes me sad and get all mad,When I hear your name it makes me smile,My friends say I could go on for a mile,But to let someone go away from you,It's like tearing your heart into pieces of two,I just want to say,That I still like you,Even if we are just good friends,I'll still believe in you,May God guide you where ever you go,And remember I'm here to watch your light grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;This is for Satnum Kalsi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-109414465170186674?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/109414465170186674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=109414465170186674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109414465170186674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109414465170186674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/09/more-than-friendship-when-i-think-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-109353498125828174</id><published>2004-08-26T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T08:43:01.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="&lt;a href=" /&gt;http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr/right.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&lt;&gt;&gt; &lt;h2&gt;You%20Are%20Right%20Brained%20In%20Love&lt;/h2&gt;Bit%20of%20a%20drama%20queen&lt;br /&gt;Peacemaker,%20first%20to%20end%20a%20fight&lt;br /&gt;Good%20at%20thinking%20up%20creative%20dates&lt;br /&gt;Tend%20to%20fall%20in%20love%20and%20get%20hurt%20easily&lt;br /&gt;Going%20with%20your%20gut%20instead%20of%20your%20head&lt;br /&gt;Emphathetic%20and%20caring,%20sometimes%20to%20a%20fault&lt;br /&gt;Good%20at%20recognizing%20patterns%20in%20relationships&lt;br /&gt;Been%20in%20love%20many%20times,%20perhaps%20too%20many%20to%20count&lt;br /&gt;Wildly%20passionate%20and%20intense%20when%20falling%20in%20love&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous%20with%20relationships,%20going%20with%20the%20flow&lt;br /&gt;Overly%20visual%20-%20can%20play%20back%20past%20dates%20like%20movies%20in%20your%20mind&lt;br /&gt;Roses,%20love%20poems,%20and%20stuffed%20animals%20are%20a%20good%20start%20to%20winning%20your%20heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a%20href="http:&gt;the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-109353498125828174?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/109353498125828174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=109353498125828174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109353498125828174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109353498125828174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/08/img-srcbr-you20are20right20brained20in.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-109353453694267542</id><published>2004-08-26T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T08:41:55.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The PJ's You Are Most Like: Sexy PJ's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're a hot girl, and you don't let anyone forget it - even yourselfYou have an understated, easy sexyness that men loveRelax a little - you look great even when you're not wearing lipstick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr/sexy-pjs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-109353453694267542?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/109353453694267542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=109353453694267542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109353453694267542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109353453694267542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/08/pjs-you-are-most-like-sexy-pjsyoure.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-109353412950242908</id><published>2004-08-26T10:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T08:28:49.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663333;"&gt;I have on brown again today. Today I have on brown and beige striped slacks. I don't have anything to say today except for school is not like it was last semester. I don't hang with my friends like I use to cause now I get out of class late and then I have to head to work. That's sucks really bad I know. My friends Fonda has me saying sucks. I really miss Fonda, Wanda, and Tanisha and I wish that one day we can all just get back together and chill like the old times. Times change and people change. Some change for the better and some the worse. Me I'll always be the same ole me and if I do change it will be for the better cause I will be more mature and have more knowledge in my head. Whoever it is I don't care..........................One of my mottos for this year is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Either you love me or you love me not,but I'm still gone be me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;I think that s a good motto. Regardless of how you are and what you do people will still dislike you. Even if you're the nicest person in the whole world and even if you do things for people somebody still not gone like you. I say if you don't like Chon then screw yourself in the split (o) with a long, hard, STD infected, penis with no lubrication. I apologize for the way I said that, but I made it as nice as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-109353412950242908?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/109353412950242908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=109353412950242908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109353412950242908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109353412950242908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-have-on-brown-again-today_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-109353412323431685</id><published>2004-08-26T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T08:28:43.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663333;"&gt;I have on brown again today. Today I have on brown and beige striped slacks. I don't have anything to say today except for school is not like it was last semester. I don't hang with my friends like I use to cause now I get out of class late and then I have to head to work. That's sucks really bad I know. My friends Fonda has me saying sucks. I really miss Fonda, Wanda, and Tanisha and I wish that one day we can all just get back together and chill like the old times. Times change and people change. Some change for the better and some the worse. Me I'll always be the same ole me and if I do change it will be for the better cause I will be more mature and have more knowledge in my head. Whoever it is I don't care..........................One of my mottos for this year is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Either you love me or you love me not,but I'm still gone be me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;I think that s a good motto. Regardless of how you are and what you do people will still dislike you. Even if you're the nicest person in the whole world and even if you do things for people somebody still not gone like you. I say if you don't like Chon then screw yourself in the split (o) with a long, hard, STD infected, penis with no lubrication. I apologize for the way I said that, but I made it as nice as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-109353412323431685?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/109353412323431685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=109353412323431685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109353412323431685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109353412323431685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-have-on-brown-again-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-109344855275728975</id><published>2004-08-25T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T08:43:14.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Guys Like That You're Sensitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And not in that "cry at a drop of a hat" sort of way&lt;br /&gt;You just get most guys - even if you're not trying to&lt;br /&gt;Guys find it is easy to confide in you and tell you their secrets&lt;br /&gt;No wonder you tend to get close quickly in relationships!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr/you-are-sensitive.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-109344855275728975?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/109344855275728975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=109344855275728975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109344855275728975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109344855275728975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/08/guys-like-that-youre-sensitiveand-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-109344808701562587</id><published>2004-08-25T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T08:35:27.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr/woman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are A Woman!&lt;/h2&gt;Congratulations, you've made it to adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;You're emotionally mature, responsible, and unlikely to act out.&lt;br /&gt;You accept that life is hard - and do your best to keep things upbeat.&lt;br /&gt;This makes you the perfect girlfriend... or even wife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-109344808701562587?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/109344808701562587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=109344808701562587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109344808701562587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109344808701562587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/08/you-are-womancongratulations-youve.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-109344753715042639</id><published>2004-08-25T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T08:25:37.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663333;"&gt;I'm writing in brown because I have on a brown body suit. It is so cute. Today is going okay, but I'm mad cause I'm trying to change my shecdule really quick and I can't because the diabled my entry for some damn reason. I was happy now I just got pissed off, so I thought I would let you know.Hopefully I can get on in a few mins. My friend Wanda ain't coming to school htis semester, so school will be kinda boring wihtout her crzy a** but I have Tanisha and Fonda to chill with. I'm upset with Carlos today cause he made me late for class this morning. I'm starting to dislike him for the simple fact that now he acts like he his so selfish. Once beofre he didn't act that way, but now he does and he hurts my feelings sometimes.That's nothing new cause my feelings are easy to hurt, so...............................................DAMN I ran out of words to say. Fonda if you read this I need couseling BAD!!! I think I might have a damn breakdown before school even gets started good. Well, let me go I have business to take care of that more important than wrting how I feel on my damn blogger. Some people &lt;em&gt;suck &lt;/em&gt;bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663333;"&gt;I'M OUT MY PEEPS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-109344753715042639?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/109344753715042639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=109344753715042639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109344753715042639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109344753715042639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/08/im-writing-in-brown-because-i-have-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-109327583537454977</id><published>2004-08-23T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T08:43:55.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, today is the first day at school and I'm happy. I'm hungry as hell but I'm happy. My friend stayed the night with me last night and we held each other all night. Nothing interesting happened. I don't even know what I want to say today. Okay I got it........ I know what I want to talk about. I have been feeling crazy lately. I want to tell people what's on my mind,but I hold it all inside. (This is for Fonda)Fonda troubles don't last always sweetie pie. Weeping may endure for a night,but soon joy will come in the morning light. (That's part of one of my favorite church songs). Fonda I just want you to know that we haven't know each other very long. It's been almost a year since we first met and I still remember how we met. :-) From day one when I met you I knew then that we would have a wonderful friendship. Out of all the people I have met since I've been in college I can truly say that you are the one I will always remember and never forget. When I needed help you was always there for me. When I just needed a ear to listen you gave me that ear and I thank you just for that. The smallest things do count and sometimes they are worth more than the bigger things. If you ever need a shoulder to cry on you can cry on mine. If you need my ears I will give them to you. All you have to do is call me I'm only one phone call away. I will make a promise to you that I will never leave your side as a friend and when you graduate I hope we can still be cool. When ever one of us get a car we can visit one another.I'm out ............... Yall be cool! RAP IT UP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-109327583537454977?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/109327583537454977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=109327583537454977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109327583537454977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109327583537454977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/08/well-today-is-first-day-at-school-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-109052737445113641</id><published>2004-07-22T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T13:16:14.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I have a new friend. His name is De'Carlos. I call him Carlos. He his so sweet and I can't tell all the juicy stuff so you will find out later. I really don't feel like typing. Sorry! Hey Fonda and Wanda I miss you both much hope to see you or hear from you soon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-109052737445113641?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/109052737445113641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=109052737445113641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109052737445113641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/109052737445113641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/07/well-i-have-new-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-108771134519430173</id><published>2004-06-19T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T23:02:25.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>     Well, school has been out for a month and a half. I miss my friends so much and can't wait until we all get back together again and party.Lately, I have been talking to my friend Romeo on the phone.Romeo and I talk abotu so much and I think I am falling for him.It's like when I'm sad Romeo is the only person that can talk to me and make me feel better.I can truly say that Romeo is my SUNSHINE after the RAIN.When he calls my face just light up and I be in a whole nother world.Romeo calls me everynight when he gets off work and we stay on the phone to 5 and 6 in the morning.I talked to him more than I talked to my man.That junk is carzy for real though.&lt;br /&gt;     I am so happy because today I got tosee my new little cousin for the first time. He is so,so cute.Also today I got a another new little cousin. My cousin Justin had a little girl. She was 5lbs 7oz.I think her name is Miyah,but I'm not sure cause they live in Louisiana.Today we threw all the men in the family a party for father's day.Almost everybody was there. We had so much fun.My cousins girlfriend came over with the family.She told me she felt bad cause my cousin was not there and I knew where she was coming from.Well, i gotta go!! I'll write to you later.To Wanda, Fonda, and Tanisha if you are reading this I love you and I miss you so much.Hope to see you all soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-108771134519430173?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/108771134519430173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=108771134519430173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108771134519430173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108771134519430173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/06/well-school-has-been-out-for-month-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-108535777238175098</id><published>2004-05-23T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T17:16:12.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/kinkyquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.com/vanillavixen.jpg" alt="vanilla vixen" width="150" height="150" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are a &lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/vanillavixen.html"&gt;Vanilla Vixen&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may enjoy sex, but you are missing out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your kinkiest lingerie is from Vickie's Secret, and your most scandalous &lt;br /&gt;encounter was a weekend at a bed and breakfast, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're probably not fulfilling your deeper fantasies because you're too shy to try.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/kinkyquiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are *You* Kinky? Click Here to Find Out!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-108535777238175098?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/108535777238175098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=108535777238175098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108535777238175098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108535777238175098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/05/you-are-vanilla-vixen-you-may-enjoy.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-108535775510655165</id><published>2004-05-23T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T17:15:55.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-108535775510655165?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/108535775510655165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=108535775510655165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108535775510655165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108535775510655165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-108535696972049751</id><published>2004-05-23T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T17:02:49.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/sexpositionquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/girlontop.jpg" alt="girl on top" width="150" height="150" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your Sex Position is &lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/girlontop.html"&gt;Girl On Top&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hot. Devine. And the way things should be!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride that man into the ground.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if he's ugly, just turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/sexpositionquiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's Your Sex Position?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-108535696972049751?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/108535696972049751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=108535696972049751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108535696972049751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108535696972049751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/05/your-sex-position-is-girl-on-top-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-108535662774931772</id><published>2004-05-23T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T16:57:07.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr/friends-with-potential.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are Friends With Potential&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a little spark going on here, no question about it&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this develop into a hot romance? Look to your guy friend for clues.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he flirt with all his female friends? Or are you an exception?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he's giving you special treatment, you've won a part of his heart already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/morethanafriendquiz.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is He More Than a Friend? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life &lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-108535662774931772?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/108535662774931772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=108535662774931772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108535662774931772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108535662774931772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/05/you-are-friends-with-potential-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-108535513574202685</id><published>2004-05-23T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T16:32:15.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/pussyquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/tight-pussy.jpg" alt="tight pussy" width="150" height="150" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Have a &lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/tightpussy.html"&gt;Tight Pussy&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get it on, it doesn't fit quite right.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're pussy's a near virgin - and very tight.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt that sex makes you moan and shout.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the real trick is getting everything back out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/pussyquiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Kind of Pussy Do *You* Have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-108535513574202685?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/108535513574202685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=108535513574202685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108535513574202685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108535513574202685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/05/you-have-tight-pussy-when-you-get-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-108533406236778615</id><published>2004-05-23T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T10:41:02.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/sexualtalentquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/big-dick.jpg" alt="big dick" width="150" height="150" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your Hidden Sexual Talent is S&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/bigdick.html"&gt;niffing Out Big Dick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your friends wonder your trick...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an expert at finding big dick!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the envy of every girl on the block.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because your man has the biggest cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/sexualtalentquiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's *Your* Hidden Sexual Talent?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-108533406236778615?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/108533406236778615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=108533406236778615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108533406236778615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108533406236778615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/05/your-hidden-sexual-talent-is-sniffing.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-108533352924337854</id><published>2004-05-23T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T10:32:09.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/fablequiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/flirtable.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are Flirt-able!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the best of both worlds - sexy and friendly, but not in either box.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your charm is addicting, and you always have plenty of people flirting with you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you want to turn things up, that's always an option for you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have plenty of options - without being the person everyone has already done :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/fablequiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are You F***able?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-108533352924337854?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/108533352924337854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=108533352924337854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108533352924337854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108533352924337854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/05/you-are-flirt-able-you-are-best-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-108533284693514842</id><published>2004-05-23T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T10:20:46.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> Well, I am sorry that I ahvent been on lately. i haven't had ac omputer to use since my friend left Alabama. I don't really talk to anyone else, but this guy name Leezie and about three other people. I came to my moms house yesterday after work. I have been working a lot and I have been so tired lately. I need a vacation bad. for the past two weeks I have been working seven days a week. The people at my job tend to get on my nerves. They always cock these attitudes with me, but when they need help or someone to come in and work I go.&lt;br /&gt; Today one year ago May23,2003 I graduated. It's been a whole year since i have been out of school. It's seems longer than that. I feel so old. Anyways, the 21st was Donnell and I anniversary. We didn't do anything cause I was at work and didn't get off into 6a.m. Saturday morning. We was suppose to spend time together yesterday evening. One of my bestfriend's party was yesterday, so I was kicking it with her and her family all day. We had fun. Then something messed up my good day. Donnell's son mother came to his house when I was on my way over there. His momma said I couldn't come over cause she told us a hundred times that, that would be disrespectful. I say whatever you know. He ain't married to her and he goes with me. All they have is a child together. To all the women out there is hard when you love a man with a child and a jealous baby momma that wants them back. Anyways, I gotta go. I'll write more later.Love, Chon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-108533284693514842?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/108533284693514842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=108533284693514842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108533284693514842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108533284693514842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/05/well-i-am-sorry-that-i-ahvent-been-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-108533076967984570</id><published>2004-05-23T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T09:46:09.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things Mom Would Never Say &lt;br /&gt;1. "How on earth can you see the TV sitting so far back?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Yeah, I used to skip school a lot, too" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Just leave all the lights on ... it makes the house look more cheery" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "Let me smell that shirt -- Yeah, it's good for another week" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "Go ahead and keep that stray dog, honey. I'll be glad to feed and walk him every day" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "Well, if Timmy's mom says it's OK, that's good enough for me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "The curfew is just a general time to shoot for. It's not like I'm running a prison around here." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. "I don't have a tissue with me ... just use your sleeve" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. "Don't bother wearing a jacket - the wind-chill is bound to improve" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-108533076967984570?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/108533076967984570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=108533076967984570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108533076967984570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108533076967984570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/05/things-mom-would-never-say-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-108325368612836128</id><published>2004-04-28T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T08:52:22.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, It's been a while since I've been on here. I apologize for that. At one time I was trying to write on here, but the computer wouldnt let me. It just froze up. Well, I back now. So much has been going on in my life. I haven't spent anytime with my firends these past couple of weeks, but I will try to before they leave for the summer. I've been caught up working and trying to do my school owrk so I haven't really had much time to put them in my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for Fonda! Thanks for the advice and I wasn't puttign what I said towards you, so I hope you didn't take it personal. to Fonda and Wanda: Thnaks for everything you've done for me. I love you both like sisters. Lately, I haven't had much time to come sit with you all, but I still love you both---Best believe it boo boo. Anyways, what's the new news? Tell me the 411 or has your lives still been bored and stuck on those Asians. I thinking of that dumb song Wanda always singing uh uh! Get out of my head you b@$^@#*. Let me go so I can write you the scoop on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-108325368612836128?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/108325368612836128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=108325368612836128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108325368612836128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108325368612836128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/04/well-its-been-while-since-ive-been-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-108247189840743191</id><published>2004-04-20T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T07:42:22.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, today is boring so far and i am so, so , sleepy and emotional. What's a girl to do when she just can't take no more??? Any ideas?? Tell me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-108247189840743191?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/108247189840743191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=108247189840743191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108247189840743191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108247189840743191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/04/well-today-is-boring-so-far-and-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-108238482819687628</id><published>2004-04-19T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T07:31:11.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>   Which Spongebob Character are you???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; -You are Spnogebob!!&lt;/strong&gt;You run side by side with no other than the hero of our program, Spongebob Squarepants! The most-loved cleaning supply in show business history, Spongebob swells up with good nature, and gives everyone a direct pore into his square-shaped heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s gentle, euphoric, and too pleasant for his own good. In fact the only really annoying thing about him is his laugh. But other than that, he’s a gem, you hear us? An absolute gem. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-108238482819687628?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/108238482819687628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=108238482819687628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108238482819687628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108238482819687628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/04/which-spongebob-character-are-you-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-108238443235110311</id><published>2004-04-19T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T07:24:35.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt; Kissanova&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s sheer instinct, or maybe it’s all that practicing you did on your little sister’s Elmo doll, but whatever it is, you really know your moves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind us to invite you to our next spin-the-bottle party -- we’ll all be hoping it lands on you. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-108238443235110311?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/108238443235110311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=108238443235110311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108238443235110311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108238443235110311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/04/kissanova-maybe-its-sheer-instinct-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-108213888117878032</id><published>2004-04-16T11:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T11:12:00.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;CIA Assassin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CIA had an immediate opening for an assassin. After all of the background checks, interviews and testing were done there were three finalists, two men and a woman. For the final test, the CIA agents took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun. "We must know that you will follow your&lt;br /&gt;instructions, no matter what the circumstances. Inside of this room,you will find your wife sitting in a chair, "Kill Her!!!" The man said, "You can't be serious. I could never shoot my wife."&lt;br /&gt;The agent said, "Then you're not the right man for this job".&lt;br /&gt;The second man was given the same instructions. He took the gun and went into the room. All was quiet for about five minutes. Then the man came out with tears in his eyes. "I tried but I can't kill my wife." The agent said, "You don't have what it takes. Take your wife and go home." Finally, it was the woman's turn. She was given the same instructions, to kill her husband. She took the gun and went into the room. Shots were heard, one shot after another. They heard screaming, crashing, banging on the walls. After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door opened slowly and there stood the woman. She wiped the sweat from her brow and said, "You guys didn't tell me the gun was loaded with blanks. I had to beat him to death with the chair."&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-108213888117878032?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/108213888117878032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=108213888117878032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108213888117878032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108213888117878032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/04/cia-assassin-cia-had-immediate-opening.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-108213861402890036</id><published>2004-04-16T11:02:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T11:07:33.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tries to post something but this D^#@ computer Ain't acting right and I am about to get pissed off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-108213861402890036?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/108213861402890036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=108213861402890036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108213861402890036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108213861402890036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-tries-to-post-something-but-this-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-108213860466361874</id><published>2004-04-16T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T08:08:12.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it's boring. I have nothing do do.I gotta go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-108213860466361874?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/108213860466361874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=108213860466361874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108213860466361874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108213860466361874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/04/well-its-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-108213787152505434</id><published>2004-04-16T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T10:55:10.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two rednecks, Renfro and Bolte, went to a gas station that was holding a contest:&lt;br /&gt;-A chance to win free sex when you filled your tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They pumped their gas and went to pay the attendant.&lt;br /&gt;" I'm thinking of a number between one and ten," he said. "If you guess right, you win free sex." "Okay," agreed one of the rednecks, "I guess seven." "Sorry, I was thinking of eight," replied the attendant. The next week they tried again. When they went to pay, the attendant told them to pick a number. "Two!" said the second redneck. "Sorry, it's three," said the attendant. "Come back and try again." As they walked out to their car, Renfro said to Bolte, "I think this contest is rigged." "No way," said his buddy. "My wife won twice last week." The husband emerged from the bathroom naked and was climbing into bed when his wife complained (as usual) "I have a headache"..."Perfect" he said. "I was just in the bathroom powdering my dick with aspirin. You can either take it orally or as a suppository - up to you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-108213787152505434?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/108213787152505434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=108213787152505434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108213787152505434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108213787152505434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/04/two-rednecks-renfro-and-bolte-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-108178561828611791</id><published>2004-04-12T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T09:04:12.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I went home for 1 day this weekend. I got to see a couple of people that are impotant to me. I didn't see Dee, but I talked to him. he acted like he was biusy , so I let him go. I din't get to say what iw anted to say because he was rushing me. I need to let him know now before things get way way out of hand. I was suppose to have company last night, but like always I got stood up. I just didn't want to be at the hous eby myself anyways. I was so upset this weekend I tried to smoke a cigarette,but it made me sick. I also kept my two little babies this weekend. We did some major bonding. Well, I have to go. Guess I'll write something later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-108178561828611791?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/108178561828611791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=108178561828611791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108178561828611791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108178561828611791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/04/well-i-went-home-for-1-day-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-108178507193708217</id><published>2004-04-12T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T08:56:11.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--Hey it's me I'm just putting some of these poems I write on my blog. Hope you like them and to yall people that like em please don't steal em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Together Forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all the things we've been through,&lt;br /&gt;Through everything we've done.&lt;br /&gt;I will always be there for you,&lt;br /&gt;I will always be the one.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never leave your side,&lt;br /&gt;You're forever in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never make you cry,&lt;br /&gt;I know we'll never part.&lt;br /&gt;I look at you baby,&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe youre mine.&lt;br /&gt;I think about you endlessly,&lt;br /&gt;I think about you all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I trust you completely,&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to remember,&lt;br /&gt;I love you so sweetly,&lt;br /&gt;Now...and forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My one and only&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you came into my life, I had nothing. &lt;br /&gt;But now that you have stepped into my life, I have everything. &lt;br /&gt;You are my one and only, I swear will never cry or be scared again,&lt;br /&gt;Because you have wiped away my tears, and helped me get over my fears. &lt;br /&gt;You've made me feel wanted; you've made me feel special. &lt;br /&gt;I promise you I will never let you go, &lt;br /&gt;I promise you I will love you with all my heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I'm Lonely Without You"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you very much, {can't you see?}&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not with you, I can't be me.&lt;br /&gt;Let's stay together until we die.&lt;br /&gt;And when we die together there we lie.&lt;br /&gt;With us, our love will never end.&lt;br /&gt;No one could come between us, &lt;br /&gt;So we will never have to mend.&lt;br /&gt;Our souls were always meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;We're the perfect couple can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;There will be no... What! Where! Who!?&lt;br /&gt;We're at the church, and there we say "I Do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Relationships~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone messes up&lt;br /&gt;There's always something said wrong&lt;br /&gt;Words can be hurtful&lt;br /&gt;Hearts can be crushed&lt;br /&gt;Love could be lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something sweet is said&lt;br /&gt;Love becomes real&lt;br /&gt;Hearts become touched&lt;br /&gt;Two becomes one&lt;br /&gt;Feelings get so strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... I Love You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I never knew I could miss you so much,&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that this would happen,&lt;br /&gt;Two years I have to wait,&lt;br /&gt;believe me, baby, I sit here and cry,&lt;br /&gt;every night,&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much,&lt;br /&gt;wish you would come back,&lt;br /&gt;and hold me in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;I will sit here, everyday,&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for you,&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for your love,&lt;br /&gt;please hurry, baby,&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-108178507193708217?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/108178507193708217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=108178507193708217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108178507193708217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108178507193708217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/04/hey-its-me-im-just-putting-some-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-108178465056198932</id><published>2004-04-12T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T08:48:59.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Made&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kisses made my Lips&lt;br /&gt;Your tears made my Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Your cologne made my Nose&lt;br /&gt;Your voice made my Ears&lt;br /&gt;Your hugs made my Arms&lt;br /&gt;Your strength made my Legs&lt;br /&gt;Your love made my wings&lt;br /&gt;And my wings found your love&lt;br /&gt;-Dedicated to Donnell Weston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-108178465056198932?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/108178465056198932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=108178465056198932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108178465056198932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108178465056198932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/04/made-your-kisses-made-my-lips-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-108119107864833201</id><published>2004-04-05T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T11:55:02.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I lot has been going on with me. A lot of people trying to tell me what to do, but no one can tell me what to do. No one has had what I have and no one shared the same feelings I have for Dee. I don't know why it's hard for me to let go, but now it has gotten to the point where I'm tired of this mess and I want to be happy and if being happy means breaking up with him and being single then I'm willing to do it. I'm tired of wandering if my man is with another female when he's gone and wandering if he's laying up with his baby momma. I don't get it though. How can someone say they love you and want to be with you and then promise you they gone do better And all they do is get worse. I mean what; I guess I don't be on his mind. He says it ain't like that though. He say I moved away from him and all that, so he can't love me the way he wants to. Then he said we can;t do the things we used to do because I moved away from him. That's about a bunch of bull&amp;$%#a. If he didn't want to lose me he would be calling me at least every 2 days &amp;%^$ just call me 2 times a week. I'm really getting sick of this and I want to end our relationship now cause it isn't nothing there. Maybe if we break up and spend some time apart things would change and he would realize that what he has was wonderful and incredible and he lost it. Then he try as hard as possible to get it back. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qestion: If that happens should I take him back?  (Need Opinions)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-108119107864833201?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/108119107864833201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=108119107864833201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108119107864833201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108119107864833201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/04/well-i-lot-has-been-going-on-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-108079642759947418</id><published>2004-03-31T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T21:17:25.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/trojanquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/trojan-her-pleasure.jpg" alt="trojan her pleasure" width="200" height="174" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;h2&gt;You are a &lt;a href="http://trojanherpleasure.notlong.com"&gt;Trojan Her Pleasure&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to be pleased, but you don't mind pleasing everyone else too.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting other people off helps get you off...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that you ever had any trouble in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://freecondoms.notlong.com"&gt;Click here for totally free condoms, lube, and more.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;	 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/trojanquiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Trojan Condom Are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-108079642759947418?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/108079642759947418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=108079642759947418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108079642759947418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108079642759947418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/03/you-are-trojan-her-pleasure-you-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-108079613635956423</id><published>2004-03-31T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T21:12:34.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, these past days have been very disturbing. I've seen and heard a lto fo disturbing things. Thinds at work aren't goign well anymore. Somebody done started some mess up in there. One of the things i will share with you all is Last Friday i work over night and this girl threw up alcohol and food and the next mornign I got off at 6 in the mornig and the birds was eating it.uuuuughhhh GORSS OUT SO GROSS. that was very nasty to me. I bet thwey where sick that day. (Ha!) &lt;strong&gt;Dumb a&amp;% &lt;/strong&gt;birds ate puke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-108079613635956423?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/108079613635956423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=108079613635956423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108079613635956423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/108079613635956423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/03/well-these-past-days-have-been-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-107958116923018390</id><published>2004-03-17T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T19:42:47.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Jokes Jokes Jokes Jokes Jokes Jokes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sex on a Deserted Island &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a cruise ship that was going through some rough waters that ended up sinking just off the coast of a small abandoned island. &lt;br /&gt;There where only 3 survivors: 2 guys and a girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They lived there for a couple of years doing what was natural for men and women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several years of casual sex all the time, the girl felt really bad about what she had been doing. She felt having sex with both guys was so bad that she killed herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very tragic but the two guys managed to get through it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well time went by and of course the guys still had their 'needs'. But after a couple of years they began to feel absolutely horrible about what they where doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . they buried her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rodeo Sex &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guys are talking over a beer, discussing various sex positions. The first guy says his favorite position is the "rodeo". &lt;br /&gt;The other guy asks what the rodeo position is, and how to do it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first guy says, "You tell your wife to get on the bed on all fours and then do it doggy style. Once things start to get underway and she's really enjoying it, lean forward and whisper in her ear - "Your sister likes this position too"..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then try to hang on for 8 seconds." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caught Cheating &lt;/strong&gt; (Inspired by:Cheating Ass Guys)&lt;br /&gt;A man was feeling very depressed and walked into a bar and ordered a triple scotch whiskey. As the bartender poured him the drink he remarked, "that's quite a heavy drink. What's wrong?" &lt;br /&gt;After quickly downing his drink, the man replied, "I got home and found my wife having sex with my best friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow" exclaimed the bartender, as he poured the man a second triple scotch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No wonder you needed a stiff drink. The second triple is on the house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the man downed his second triple scotch, the bartender asked him "What did you do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I walked over to my wife," the man replied, "looked her straight in the eye and told her that we were through and to pack her stuff and to get the hell out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That makes sense," said the bartender, "but what about your friend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, "I walked over to him, looked him right in the eye and said. . .  'BAD DOG! BAAAD DOG!'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-107958116923018390?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/107958116923018390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=107958116923018390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107958116923018390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107958116923018390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/03/jokes-jokes-jokes-jokes-jokes-jokes.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-107958085223512543</id><published>2004-03-17T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T19:38:04.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Jokes  Jokes  Jokes  Jokes  Jokes  Jokes  Jokes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old Lady and the Vibrator &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a little old lady walked into a sex shop. The young clerk couldn't help notice her, first, because she reminded him of his dear old grandmother, and second because she was twitching violently and trembling, even more than his grandmother did. &lt;br /&gt;"Young m-m-m-man?" she stammered to the clerk, "Do you sell v-vibrators here?" &lt;br /&gt;"Yes ma'am, we do," he replied, a little embarrassed. &lt;br /&gt;"B-b-b-big fl-fl-fluorescent oh-oh-orange ones?" asked the old lady. &lt;br /&gt;"Yes ma'am, we have some like that." &lt;br /&gt;"The t-t-type about s-s-s-sixteen inches l-l-l-l-long?" &lt;br /&gt;"Yes ma'am, we've got just about any size you'd want," said the young clerk. &lt;br /&gt;"The k-k-kind that t-t-t-t-takes eight D-D-D Cell b-b-b-b-batteries?" &lt;br /&gt;"Yes ma'am we carry some like that." &lt;br /&gt;"Well, c-could you t-t-t-tell me how the h-h-hell you turn it off?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Gynecologist &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful woman went to the gynecologist. The doctor took one look at the woman and all his professionalism flew out the window. He immediately told her to get undressed. &lt;br /&gt;After she disrobed the doctor began to stroke her thigh. Doing so he asked her, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know what I am doing?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," she replied, "You are checking for abrasions or dermatological abnormalities." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's right," said the doctor. He then began to fondle her breast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know what I am doing now?" he asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," she said, "You are checking for lumps or breast cancer." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Correct," replied the shady doctor. Finally, he mounted his patient and started having sexual intercourse with her. He asked, "Do you know what I am doing now?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," she said, "You're getting herpes: which is why I came here in the first place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Pickle Slicer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill worked in a pickle factory. He had been employed there for a number of years when he came home one day to confess to his wife that he had a terrible compulsion. &lt;br /&gt;He had an urge to stick his penis into the pickle slicer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife suggested that he should see a sex therapist to talk about it, but Bill indicated that he'd be too embarrassed. He vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a few weeks later, Bill came home absolutely ashen. His wife could see at once that something was seriously wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong, Bill?" she asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you remember that I told you how I had this tremendous urge to put my penis into the pickle slicer?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Bill, you didn't." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I did." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My God, Bill, what happened?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got fired." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I mean what happened with the pickle slicer?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh . . . she got fired too." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-107958085223512543?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/107958085223512543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=107958085223512543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107958085223512543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107958085223512543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/03/jokes-jokes-jokes-jokes-jokes-jokes_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-107946689441322693</id><published>2004-03-16T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T11:58:11.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This my other possible score. My boyfriend is a Capricorn&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/sexsignquiz.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/capricorn.jpg" width="150" height="150" border="0" alt="capricorn"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your Sex Sign is &lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/capricorn.html"&gt;Capricorn&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have had a late start to sex, but that doesn't mean you do it like a newbie.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem outwardly conservative to some, but you are incredible in bed!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't sleep around. Or kiss and tell.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capricorn, you seem cool, collected, and complex - but underneath it all you are a sizzling sexpot.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a complete challenge for anyone.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your aloofness is a dare, and your stunning good looks are a powerful attractor.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You consider power to be a total turn on.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to powerful people and the things they give you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No short-term love affairs for you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like security, and you don't consider yourself cheap.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capricorns are usually late sexual bloomers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are positively stunning when they hit their late twenties.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult to know just how old you are.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone tries to guess - and everyone gets it wrong.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though your attitudes toward sex are outwardly conservative, you are the most satisfying sex partner anyone's ever had.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you never kiss and tell!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very concerned that pleasure be shared.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite foreplay activity is 69, and during sex you like to be on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/sexsignquiz.html"&gt;What's *Your* Sex Sign?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-107946689441322693?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466467.post-107946671134262266</id><published>2004-03-16T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T11:55:08.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/sexsignquiz.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/cancer.jpg" width="150" height="150" border="0" alt="cancer"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your Sex Sign is &lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/cancer.html"&gt;Cancer&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a total pleaser.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sample of your touch, and anyone is hooked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so good that you've gotten people off just with your incredible kissing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a bit of a romantic, and you only have sex that's meaningful.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancer, you are a born pleaser.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few people can resist your passionate, playful allure.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;An incurable romantic, you adore being courted.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll do anything for a lover that sends you flowers or love tokens.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like lots of cuddling, touching, and kissing.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You are a celebrated kisser.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also like to touch and fondle yourself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typically, you learned to give yourself pleasure at a very young age.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an adult, you are easily aroused and multi-orgasmic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutual masturbation is very satisfying for you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are extremely aware of your sexual attraction.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You telegraph your sensuality with every move you make.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the most communicative body language of any sign.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very emotional, and you constantly need an emotional outlet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frequent sex seems to calm you down.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you are old fashioned, and a quickie is not your style.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer long, slow seductions, erotic masasages, and lots of oral sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/sexsignquiz.html"&gt;What's *Your* Sex Sign?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-107946671134262266?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466467.post-107946606817049473</id><published>2004-03-16T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T11:44:24.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm putting this on my page cause I'm a Scopio, but I scored Cancer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/sexsignquiz.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/scorpio.jpg" width="150" height="150" border="0" alt="scorpio"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your Sex Sign is &lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/scorpio.html"&gt;Scorpio&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've done it, you've aced it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a total sex master... up for almost anything, anytime.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're great at talking dirty and getting down!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The catch: you never share.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One look at your body, and you're lover will know that you're worth it!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorpio, you are an erotic dynamo!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a sexual expert, devestatingly attractive - with a pervert's vocabulary.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pair that with your hot, lusty body that just doesn't quit...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all you need a lover with a high sex drive.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have such a fantastic sexual energy - you can consume a lover with your intensity.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love kinky sex.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to be the dominant partner in the bedroom, and you adore sex toys of all kinds.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite turn-on is watching porno movies.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very physical and sexual in public.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will instantly stake out your claim on anyone you consider yours.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very jealous and possessive - and can usually annihilate any competition.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality is stormy and explosive.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to pick fights in hopes of having steamy make-up sex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/sexsignquiz.html"&gt;What's *Your* Sex Sign?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-107946606817049473?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/107946606817049473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/signquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/exit-only.jpg" alt="Exit Only" width="150" height="150" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your Sign Is: Exit Only&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a 96% chance that you're sporting a penis .. or that you wish you had one&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're down for getting laid - but you're not going to make a fool out of yourself to get some&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wilder things are completely out of the question (except for a night with Jessica Simpson)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's no surprise that your sign is "Exit Only" - that's how your ass prefers to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/signquiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's Your Street Sign?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-107946474553183022?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/107946474553183022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=107946474553183022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107946474553183022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107946474553183022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/03/your-sign-is-exit-only-theres-96.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-107946145961238764</id><published>2004-03-16T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T10:28:22.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey! I have been up all night and day and boy am I tired. I am out of school for Spring Break and I can't enjoy cause I have to work, I'll tell you jobs these days work the hell out of you. Children take it from an experience person stay in school, get your education or else you will be working at Mickey D's, Krystal's, or Burger King all your life for about five bucks and 15-45 cents an hours. Anyways, I am suppose to go home today!! Whoopee I finally got a day off so I can go home. I am happy I missed all those crazy friends of mine, my parents, siblings, family members, and most of all my baby Ni-Ni!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-107946145961238764?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/107946145961238764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=107946145961238764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107946145961238764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107946145961238764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/03/hey-i-have-been-up-all-night-and-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-107905076665513171</id><published>2004-03-11T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T16:22:36.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>     Well, I haven't wrote on my blog in a couple of days, but nothings been going on. I was off all week and I mostly slept. When I come from class I eat and then go to sleep, wake up and then at night I can't seem to go to bed. Anyways, last night Wanda, Fonda, Tanisha and I met at the Deli and we got wings. We sat in the Delta Area t.v room and watched Stephen King's movie with Tyson. He went to his room and cooked hiself some good smelling breakfast food. I ate my wings and I had a Twix for dessert. I enjoyed been in there with my friends. Everybody seemed to be so happy.&lt;br /&gt;     I been pretending a lot lately and I'm not happy with myself. I've been pretending that I'm happy and truth is I'm not. I think it's time for me to speak up and let everyone know how I feel about everything. I had finally talked to "D" and we talked for a while, but I'm still not happy. I still feel like a piece of me is missing. Today I was walking to class and I was talking to myself, but I was saying all the things and words I wanted to tell him. When I got some pen and paper I couldn't even remember what I had said. I want to be with him and I love him, but I think that it's time that I became single for a while. I may need a rest from the relationship thingy. My mind will be made up in a few days or so and whatever I decide to do it will be done and I bet I would feel a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-107905076665513171?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/107905076665513171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=107905076665513171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107905076665513171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107905076665513171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/03/well-i-havent-wrote-on-my-blog-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-107893745477348856</id><published>2004-03-10T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T08:54:03.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;How Sexy Are You? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has some degree of sex appeal. But some women radiate charm, strength and confidence more than others. Here's how you rate on the sex appeal scale. If you're comfortable with your score and your allure-ability, that's great. You can't go wrong with Barry White's Best Love Tips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sufficiently Sexy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to engage men more with your personality and confidence than with your looks. Not that you don't care about your appearance. You do. But your style is more casual and classy than dressed-to-impress. Men feel comfortable around you, probably because they can tell how comfortable you are with yourself. You draw them in without overwhelming them. That's great, but don't be afraid to act alluring sometimes, too -- not in a trashy way but, rather, by doing your best Sharon Stone impersonation (and we don't mean her character in Basic Instinct). As long as you know when to draw the line and let men see and appreciate your other (nonphysical) qualities, it can be fun to play up your sexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barry White's &lt;br /&gt;Best Love Tips&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super-smooth recording star Barry White is no stranger to love. His chart-topping tunes have been making women (and men) swoon for decades. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White, who counseled neighborhood couples at age 14, knew years ago what today's relationship experts (not to mention Ally McBeal) are telling us: It's not just the sex -- it's the intimacy. So how does Barry suggest you pump up the romance? We spoke with him to find out. Here are his top tips for adding more love to your life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Set the Mood &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you want to set the mood, a romantic song is a must. Play one of Barry's five favorites and watch thesparks fly: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"I Only Have Eyes for You" &lt;br /&gt;-"I Love You Just the Way You Are" &lt;br /&gt;-"Call Me" &lt;br /&gt;-"Betcha By Golly Wow" &lt;br /&gt;-"I Found Someone" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Way to His Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does Barry suggest when romance is on the menu? Very small portions of a few foods you know your lover likes. On his grocery shopping list: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lobster, hors d'oeuvres style &lt;br /&gt;-Salad of assorted baby greens, lightly seasoned with olive oil and vinegar &lt;br /&gt;-Assortment of bread and butter &lt;br /&gt;-Assortment of raw vegetables &lt;br /&gt;-Strawberries dipped in chocolate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get His Attention&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Barry, a woman is most attractive when she is "well-spoken, intelligent and stylish -- without being flashy" and doesn't overdo the perfume. But, he says, all men are different. "Not every man is looking for the same thing in a woman." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Create Romance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Barry, a red-hot evening includes a candlelit dinner and plenty of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal Your Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cure for a broken heart? According to Barry, you've got to get back out there ASAP and find someone else to love! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-107893745477348856?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/107893745477348856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=107893745477348856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107893745477348856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107893745477348856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/03/how-sexy-are-you-everyone-has-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-107886446050028957</id><published>2004-03-09T12:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T12:37:27.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/JoyBug/1078859716_TweetyBird.jpg" border="0" alt="Tweety Bird"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tweety Bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/JoyBug/quizzes/What%20Loony%20Tunes%20Character%20Are%20You%3F%20(9%20possible%20results)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Loony Tunes Character Are You? (9 possible results)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-107886446050028957?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/107886446050028957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=107886446050028957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107886446050028957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107886446050028957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/03/tweety-bird-what-loony-tunes-character.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-107886312748993332</id><published>2004-03-09T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T12:15:14.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/reflectedgrace/1036812660_ktopromans.gif" border="0" alt="You Are Romans"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Romans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/reflectedgrace/quizzes/Which%20book%20of%20the%20Bible%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which book of the Bible are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-107886312748993332?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/107886312748993332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=107886312748993332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107886312748993332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107886312748993332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/03/you-are-romans.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-10788628691220620</id><published>2004-03-09T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T12:10:56.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>READY FOR LOVE: You're sensitive but no pushover,&lt;br&gt;active but not manic. In short, you're a great&lt;br&gt;girl/guy who's ready for a relationship. If&lt;br&gt;you're not already involved with someone, it's&lt;br&gt;only because you want a guy/girl who's worthy&lt;br&gt;of your love---you just haven't met him/her&lt;br&gt;yet. That's cool. You've got plenty of other&lt;br&gt;interests to keep you busy. When you do meet&lt;br&gt;''Mr. Great/Miss. Great,'' chances are you&lt;br&gt;won't abandon all the other impotant stuff in&lt;br&gt;your life for romance. In fact, your&lt;br&gt;independance and spirit will be part of what&lt;br&gt;attracts him/her---and keeps him/her. Would YOU&lt;br&gt;PLEASE rate my quiz? YOU surely don't have to,&lt;br&gt;but i'd apreciate it more than YOU could&lt;br&gt;imagine if YOU would! Thanks! Peace out yo'!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SweetRebel/quizzes/Are%20YOU%20ready%20to%20have%20a%20BOYFRIEND%2FGIRLFRIEND%3F%20For%20the%20OLDER%20GALS%2FGUYS!%20/"&gt;Are YOU ready to have a BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND? For the OLDER GALS/GUYS! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-10788628691220620?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/10788628691220620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=10788628691220620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/10788628691220620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/10788628691220620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/03/ready-for-love-youre-sensitive-but-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-107886243150926229</id><published>2004-03-09T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T12:03:39.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/O/oryan16babygirl/1052060498_icsomarion.gif" border="0" alt="omarion is.."&gt;&lt;br&gt;Omarion is your babydaddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/oryan16babygirl/quizzes/Which%20B2K%20member%20is%20your%20babydaddy%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which B2K member is your babydaddy?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-107886243150926229?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/107886243150926229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=107886243150926229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107886243150926229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107886243150926229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/03/omarion-is-your-babydaddy-which-b2k.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-107844894217964812</id><published>2004-03-04T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T17:12:03.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;You Should Go On The Bachelor!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to love, you'll fall... only for the right guy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not one to settle. You want looks, charm, and money.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're willing to compete for that dream guy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bachelor is the ideal show for finding that one in a million guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/datingshowquiz.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Dating Show Should You Go On? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life &lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-107844894217964812?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/107844894217964812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=107844894217964812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107844894217964812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107844894217964812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/03/you-should-go-on-bachelor-when-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-107844692533922404</id><published>2004-03-04T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T16:38:25.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Your Dream Engagement Ring Has a Heart Diamond!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wear your heart on your sleeve, so of course you should also wear it on your ring.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heart diamond is the perfect choice for highlighting your passionate disposition.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a true romantic can get away with wearing this ring. Luckily, that's you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And only a true romantic can give you this ring, so make sure you find him...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/engagementringquiz.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's Your Dream Engagement Ring? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life &lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-107844692533922404?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/107844692533922404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=107844692533922404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107844692533922404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107844692533922404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/03/your-dream-engagement-ring-has-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-107844229886178158</id><published>2004-03-04T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T15:21:19.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/evilxelf/1073106552_Mariaangel.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x886907c)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Heaven: You are a true angel. You are destined to&lt;br&gt;move on to a place where there is no evil, just&lt;br&gt;people as beautiful and pure as you. Graceful&lt;br&gt;and classy, an angel like you has wonderful&lt;br&gt;things ahead! (please rate my quiz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/evilxelf/quizzes/**Where%20will%20you%20go%20when%20you%20die%3F**(now%20with%20pics)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;**Where will you go when you die?**(now with pics)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-107844229886178158?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/107844229886178158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=107844229886178158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107844229886178158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107844229886178158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/03/heaven-you-are-true-angel.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-107844048455096786</id><published>2004-03-04T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T14:51:04.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/anonymousnowhere/1065153230_sr_charlie.jpg" border="0" alt="Charlie Brown"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Charlie Brown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/anonymousnowhere/quizzes/Which%20Peanuts%20Character%20are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Peanuts Character are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-107844048455096786?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/107844048455096786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=107844048455096786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107844048455096786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107844048455096786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/03/you-are-charlie-brown-which-peanuts.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-107843949279644999</id><published>2004-03-04T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T14:34:33.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey! Well, I didn't go to class today cause I had a really bad headache and I would have had to walk all the way to class. Anyways, I tried to call my professor and talk to her, but I got and answer machine all three times. She hasn't called back yet, so I don't know what will happen. I really don't care to be honest. If she don't call back she can't say I didn't try. Um........I got this boy name Byron to go and get me a drink today. He's so nice; I wanted a sprite, but the machine spit out a diet coke. I called "D" today and we finally talked. He was crying on the phone saying he loved me and didn't want me to leave him. I guess I'll give him one more chance and I promise that this is the last and final chance. He suppose to be proving his love to me and show that he has time for me. Well, all I can say is we will see and only time will tell. I am watching the Hughley's and this Show is really funny. I'm also watching Maury. It's about a girl whom cheated on her faithful man and she didn't know if he was the baby's father or not. He turned out to be the father, but he said even if he wasn't he would stay with her and take care of the baby cause the baby new him as his father. That's a good man. I don't understand why girls/women have good men and they mess around on them. That dude is a really good man. Where's all the rest of them???? Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! I'm watching Strong Medicine right now and it is the &amp;%*#nit I love that show. The lady that's plays Lou I love her, she is my role model and she plays a wonderful doctor. I keep flipping back and forth and I am now watching Montel and it's about identical triplet's, quad's, and sextuplet's. I am going t.v. crazy today. Let me go cause I'm missing some of my shows. Holla Back later!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-107843949279644999?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/107843949279644999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=107843949279644999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107843949279644999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107843949279644999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/03/hey-well-i-didnt-go-to-class-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-107836110594360792</id><published>2004-03-03T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T16:48:04.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/minwoogf/1048999171_Lindaseric.gif" border="0" alt="Eric"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Eric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/minwoogf/quizzes/Which%20Shinhwa%20Man%20is%20Right%20For%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Shinhwa Man is Right For You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-107836110594360792?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/107836110594360792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=107836110594360792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107836110594360792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107836110594360792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/03/eric-which-shinhwa-man-is-right-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-107835953362908745</id><published>2004-03-03T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T16:21:52.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. I am sick as a dog. Last, night I felt really bad and my mom and dad came over to Alabama and took me to Providence hospital. I waited in there like and hour or so and then they took me bad. The doctor came in and introduced hiself and examined me. Then he left...........He was such a nice looking man. Anyways, I found out that I have a full respitory infection. In dumb people's term I have an infection in my ear, nose, and throat and etc. It's basically where bacteria forms in your sinus cavities and create and infection leading to runny nose, coughing, sneezing,runny eyes, and a itchy throat, dizziness, fever, headaches, and muscle and joint pain. I got some medicine that should take full affect and I should be fully recovered in about 5 days. Wish me luck that I will get better. I  feel a lot better than I did last night. My medicine makes my appetite increase and the other kind makes me have loose stool. I know it's TMI, but oh well, if you didn't want to know you shouldn't have looked at my blogger. I am very hot right now, so let me get back with you. Oh yeah I got an doctor excuse to be out of class and work until Friday. I get to get lots of rest. Good for me. Hopefully I will get better. Pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-107835953362908745?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/107835953362908745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=107835953362908745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107835953362908745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107835953362908745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/03/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-107816690454989547</id><published>2004-03-01T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T10:51:41.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  Hello, today I didn't go to my early classes. I was tired so I went back to sleep this morning. Anyways,I seen an old friend today. I was happy I seen him. I want to talk to him in a way, but he's with someone right now and so am I. I stil haven't talked to "D" yet. I don't know what's up with that situation. I told him that's it's up to him just let me know the deal, so I can go on with my life. Let me get off that subject before I get upset.&lt;br /&gt;  I really don't have much to talk about because nothing has really happened today. ..................................&lt;br /&gt;I go to work at 3o'clock, so I guess I will be leaving here around 2:20 or 2:30. Well, I gotta go and I'll write more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-107816690454989547?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/107816690454989547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=107816690454989547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107816690454989547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107816690454989547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/03/hello-today-i-didnt-go-to-my-early.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-107812983741588262</id><published>2004-03-01T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T00:33:32.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/typekissquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/romantic-kiss.jpg" alt="romantic kiss" width="150" height="150" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are a Romantic Kiss!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an idealist, and unsurprisingly, you give the ideal kiss&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kiss causes almost anyone to fall in love with you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to be honest, you need to be falling a little to let your lips loose&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No biggie… your kiss is worth the wait :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/typekissquiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Type of Kiss Are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-107812983741588262?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/107812983741588262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=107812983741588262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107812983741588262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107812983741588262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/03/you-are-romantic-kiss-you-are-idealist.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-107812951139476116</id><published>2004-03-01T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T00:29:19.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/hornyquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/occasionally-horny.jpg" alt="occasionally horny" width="150" height="150" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are &lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/occasionallyhorny.html"&gt;Occasionally Horny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex? You don't see what the big deal is all about.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to make love on occasion with the right men.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But all of this talk about threesomes, porn, and being tied up? You don't think so.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a true romantic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you horny is simply talking and getting to know someone.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are clicking with them, then the sexual ideas will creep in.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't get yourself to think about having sex with a stranger.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless he's Brad Pitt, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/hornyquiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How Horny Are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-107812951139476116?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/107812951139476116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=107812951139476116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107812951139476116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107812951139476116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/03/you-are-occasionally-horny-sex-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-107808330719808714</id><published>2004-02-29T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T11:38:01.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I am up and ready to go to work on this Sunday morning. I am just thanking the Lord that I am living another day. He blessed me today so that I may be able to see another day, alive and well. &lt;strong&gt;THANK &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU JESUS&lt;/strong&gt;!! It's a lot on my mind and it's a lot of things that bothering me and I want to get it off my chest. I am trying to call Dee to see what's up and what he is going to do, but I am not getting any answer. Anyways, all I want him to tell me is what he's going to do. Either he's going to straighten out and do better or I'm gone. If he want to be with those other females he can, but they will never do him like I would. I really love this man, and I don't understand what would make a man cheat on a good woman that's always there for him, loves him, does for him and his child. I accepted the one thing that was hard for me to accept and that was his child. He got his child during the time we where broke up the first time. It really broke my heart when I heard he had a child. I don't understand why I love him so much when he's never done anything for me or when he's mostly only gave me heartaches and pain. Ah!..........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How much can a female take?? &lt;/strong&gt;Me a lot, but I am getting to the point where I just want to say forget it. It's time for me to go to work, so I'll write something later!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-107808330719808714?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/107808330719808714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=107808330719808714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107808330719808714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107808330719808714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/02/well-i-am-up-and-ready-to-go-to-work.html' 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breath of a day.&lt;br /&gt;You spend so long&lt;br /&gt;Singing the same song.&lt;br /&gt;You say your alright&lt;br /&gt;But you still cry at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harder To Breathe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walls closing in its harder to breathe&lt;br /&gt;You try to escape there's no way to leave.&lt;br /&gt;You call and you call , but no one can hear&lt;br /&gt;Then you feel the trickle of a little wet tear.&lt;br /&gt;You finally realize that you are alone&lt;br /&gt;And you were never ever really known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Will Get Yours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you know,&lt;br /&gt;the pain you've caused,&lt;br /&gt;do you see the tears I've cried? &lt;br /&gt;can you see the cuts on my wrists?&lt;br /&gt;no you haven't because what I felt didn't matter to you,&lt;br /&gt;now as I sit here in the shadows of my room,&lt;br /&gt;death seems to be getting closer,&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know the pain you've caused me,&lt;br /&gt;as I lay here in a pool of my own blood,&lt;br /&gt;you'll see what your lies have done,&lt;br /&gt;my life fading faster,&lt;br /&gt;I write these last words,&lt;br /&gt;you will get yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-107803941660676938?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/107803941660676938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=107803941660676938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107803941660676938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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there&lt;br /&gt;So finally I got&lt;br /&gt;Enough guts&lt;br /&gt;To light &lt;br /&gt;The match&lt;br /&gt;I drop the match&lt;br /&gt;And light the fire&lt;br /&gt;And everything that you gave me&lt;br /&gt;Was up in flames&lt;br /&gt;And it still didn’t stop&lt;br /&gt;The memories of us&lt;br /&gt;So it’s still the memories of us&lt;br /&gt;That will never be gone&lt;br /&gt;(This is how I'm feeling right now!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-107803740915288706?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/107803740915288706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=107803740915288706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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you did you would have&lt;br /&gt;Called me without me&lt;br /&gt;Having to ask&lt;br /&gt;You would have&lt;br /&gt;Made time for me&lt;br /&gt;Told me when you&lt;br /&gt;We were having&lt;br /&gt;Problems without me&lt;br /&gt;Having to ask&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you love me and miss me&lt;br /&gt;I’m always there&lt;br /&gt;When you call&lt;br /&gt;Always on time always try&lt;br /&gt;To make things to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;And if I’m not I still want&lt;br /&gt;You to know I still love you and&lt;br /&gt;Care about you&lt;br /&gt;---Dedicated to "D"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-107803731552137621?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/107803731552137621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;sexual&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Scorpio (scorpion)-(Water)&lt;br /&gt;October 24-November 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Its representation as a scorpion is related to the Greek legend of the scorpion that stung Orion to death (said to be why Orion sets as Scorpius rises in the sky). Another Greek myth relates that a scorpion caused the horses of the Sun to bolt when they were being driven for a day by the inexperienced youth Phaeton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The color red represents this zodiac sign because it is the color of Scorpio.&lt;br /&gt;-The 12 signs of the zodiac are featured in the background with the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Tribe of  Naphtali is associated with the Scorpion, and the month of Cheshvan which is the &lt;br /&gt;(second Hebrew month).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-107803687555953243?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/107803687555953243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=107803687555953243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107803687555953243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107803687555953243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/02/scorpio-scorpion-water-october-24.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-107794431564235724</id><published>2004-02-27T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T21:01:28.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just talking out of my head cause I have alot to say................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Well, today things were going good for me,but then I got into it with somebody and that really hurt me.Lately, I have been going through a lot of things in my life and it has gotten to the point where I just want to be at homw with my moms.I really miss my true friends back at home that always gave me comfort when I was down.Today, every moment I get I go and cry. I cried in the shower because I was thinking I really don't know what i want to do in my life now.Things have gotten to the point where I just don't want to be in school, at work, or in Alabama.I know it's not the end of the world and I know that whatever that is bothering me will not last always.I learned that troubles don't last always.Weeping may last for a night or two,but sooner or later JOY is going come.I am tough person and I usually get over things within due time.My plans for tonight was to go out to the club since i haven't been in a while.My friends were all hype and happy about it and then something happened.My friend Tanisha called her cousin and he will be going back home to New York for Spring Break, but she won't get a chance to go home for Spring Break.She got really sad about the situation and don't want to go to the club.To be honest i don't think she ever wanted to go in the first place.Then my friend Wanda doesn't want to go, then she said she does, but her Identification is expired and she don't think the club will take it.I don't think Fonda is going either.She acts like she wants to go,but i don't think she will even if I do.I'm sad and all I want to do is cry right now.Everytime I want to do something everything goes wrong......Example:Back in Jan.2004 I wanted to go take pictures with my friends, but my friend Tanisha didn't want to go.it makes me think that maybe somebody does'nt want to go out with me when I want to.Everytime one of my friends want to do something I be into it.It's always boring and it ain't shit to do, so why can't we get the @#$% out and do something.This the type of $%#@ I can't stand.&amp;&amp;*%%^%^*&amp;*^%^^%^(&amp;*)_((*&amp;^^%^$^%*^()&amp;&amp;^()&amp;*%%&amp;^*(*((^$%$%@!@@!@#%^&amp;*)*&amp;*()(*&amp;*&amp;^ &amp;^^%^&amp;^&amp;)*)&amp;*&amp;* &amp;&amp;(%^**&amp;%% %^&amp;**(&amp;**(&amp;( &amp;%%^$ %%%^^ %^^*  &amp;(&amp;* *( )(&amp;* *(    ^%%^$$$%$%^$  $%^$%^$%   &amp;$$%^$%^ $%^$%^$^%$%^$%^%^%  ^$%#$$ %^%^&amp;*&amp; $%$%%^% *^*($%^#.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.Sorry for that I had to block out all of my profanity.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving so I can go clubbing and I hope I meet someone special.HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-107794431564235724?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/107794431564235724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=107794431564235724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107794431564235724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466467/posts/default/107794431564235724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/02/just-talking-out-of-my-head-cause-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-107760854247034433</id><published>2004-02-23T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T23:45:09.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>    Hello, It's me. I'm back feeling a lot better than i was before. About my situation; I'm okay and I'm making it. I haven't talked to Donnell and I'm not going to call him back. I called him once and I wrote him a letter. If he reads his letter or took what I said on the phone seriously then he will call me soon. It's still hurting me on the inside, but i hold my head up everyday, try to be positive and stay strong.&lt;br /&gt;    So many things have happened to me at work. One day someone left their dope in front of my cashier. Then shortly after that i had to put up with this mindless woman that I work with. After that I learned how to work in the back, In the kitchen..............................................................I'm leaving .............. 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You haven't had much experience at all, and you keep it quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love playing sweet and innocent, but you have naughty fantasies too. Your sweet little tongue is perfect for teasing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to get your lovers all excited. But you can't keep letting them down, or you'll be left lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come out of your shell a little, experiment with new things. You've mastered kissing... it's time to be a little more daring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd be most compatible with a Pussy Licker! This expert tongue magician will show you what's only been in your fantasies. You're inexperienced, so you don't want to go full blown just yet. A Pussy Licker will slowly inch towards the dark side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/tonguequiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's Your Tongue's Talent?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-107731415095948769?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/107731415095948769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=107731415095948769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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alt="Honey" width="150" height="150" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;The Aphrodisiac You Should Try Is: Honey&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey is an ancient aphrodisiac... seen in the Kama Sutra and used by Cleopatra&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honey is even the inspiration for the term honeymoon - where newlyweds drank honey wine&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey can be found as a the first Viagra in practically every civilazation!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet smelling and smooth, honey is perfect for spreading around naked bodies&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you do with it after that is up to you!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's often said that the sugar and B vitamins from honey gives you energy to keep going all night...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try mixing your honey with a little nutmeg, a potion designed to heighten orgasm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or mix it with ginger like the ancient Indians did for sexual potency&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're looking for a kissable bod, try getting some honey lotion or powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/aphrodisiacquiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Aphrodisiac Should You Try?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6466467-107731191372998346?l=chons-spot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/feeds/107731191372998346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6466467&amp;postID=107731191372998346' title='0 Comments'/><link 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href='http://chons-spot.blogspot.com/2004/02/who-are-you-among-f4-guys-brought-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Myz.2Fyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07692751079904800364</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-6466467.post-107730692924743193</id><published>2004-02-20T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T12:02:06.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>   Hello! It's me, Chon! I'm back to write about what's been going on. Well, I'm over that Valentine's Day stuff. I haven't talked to him in a week now and for some reason I don't care. I haven't called him and he hasn't called me. The things I had for us to do and the things I brought I gave them away. I was thinking the other day and I came to the conclusion that may be I should call him let him know how I feel and then tell him that we should just be apart for a while or try to just be friends from now on. He will have to accept whatever I say at the time cause I am tired of this. I truly feel like a burden has been lifted off my shoulders. I don't even worry much anymore. Maybe because I am really giving up on him and it's taking less time than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;   Well, the other day I went to class. I was so, so sleepy cause  had to work the night before. After my first class I had a two hour break, so I went in this empty room start studying and then fell deep asleep. I was so sleepy that when it was time for me to go to my next class I couldn't get my self to open my eyes and get up. That night before I had to do a lot of cleaning at work, so that tired me out. Anyway I'm okay. Yesterday I went to class also. It was the same ole' same ole'. I wanted to go to a parade last night, so first I washed my laundry and then Tanisha, Fonda, Wanda, and I went downtown to the parade. I feel like we wasted our time cause one of our friends did not enjoy the parade. Tanisha was mad and upset because the people weren't really throwing anything and she didn't catch anything. I think something was really wrong with her last night. To me she is never in a good mood for anything. I wish she wasn't like that cause I would like for her to get out one day and actually have some fun instead of studying, sleeping, and being upset allday.&lt;br /&gt;   I talked to my male friend Melvin yesterday. He's a really sweet person and I enjoy being around him. Melvin has a girlfriend though. She really treated him wrong, but he loves her and chose to stay with her. Last nigth my other friend (Leezie) wanted to come see me, but my friend was tripping, she didn't want to feel bad in her own room so I said forget it and I went to sleep. I woke up in the wee-wee hour of the morning cause I had a dream that my friend was pregnant and that I was late for work and I got fired.&lt;br /&gt;   Today, I woke up I went to see my sister in from of Humanities and we walked to the Library together. It feels so good outside today and it's very nice outside. My friends and I are suppose to be going to the park and getting pizza today. I go to work today, but not until like 10p.m so I will be leaving at 9:30 p.m to go to work. I guess I'll spend the weekend at my house and then come back on campus Monday.&lt;br /&gt;   I have a lot on my mind right now and I want to talk to Dee, but I don't know what I want to say. I really love him and I would like for us to work things out. My biggest fear every since I got over my first heartbreak was that if I gave someone another chance after a chance; I would end up hurt worst than I was and end up in the same position again. I don't want that.  I guess this time I feel a little to hard. I say I don't care, but inside I really do. I miss him a lot and I would love to be next to him right now. When I'm with him I'm myself, but I feel so good. He's the one man that makes me feel so happy and just thinking about him gives my body thrills. The way he holds me, the way he kiss me.................. Just everything.mmmmmmmm...............woo... woo...woo...Well, I got's to go! That's all I want to say right now.&lt;br /&gt;P.S I just received some good news. My friend is not pregnant. 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