<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556960613447216002</id><updated>2011-09-22T11:54:48.195+02:00</updated><category term='rules'/><category term='Trinidad'/><category term='Italian men'/><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='ex'/><category term='crying men'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='speeddating'/><category term='Carnival'/><category term='losers'/><category term='emotional men'/><category term='honest'/><category term='sabotage relationships'/><category term='care'/><category term='toronto'/><category term='selfish'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='an emotional man'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='ramblings'/><category term='planb'/><category term='armageddon'/><category term='single women'/><category term='sex'/><category term='travel'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='speed dating sites'/><category term='working women'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s day'/><category term='cheating'/><category term='successful'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='stupid things men do'/><category term='credit'/><category term='mom'/><category term='mascara commercials'/><category term='breakup'/><category term='missed concert'/><category term='dating'/><category term='credit card'/><category term='no boyfriend'/><category term='birth control'/><category term='Legion'/><category term='cum'/><category term='man'/><category term='business'/><category term='thinking too much'/><category term='excellent music'/><category term='sensitive'/><category term='disrespecting women'/><category term='romantic'/><category term='bitch'/><category term='other blogs'/><category term='Calvin Klein ad'/><category term='single'/><category term='men who cry'/><category term='cool points'/><category term='opus mastercard'/><category term='awful men'/><category term='facebook groups'/><category term='online'/><category term='movie'/><category term='dirty underwear'/><category term='hotels'/><category term='Premature Ejaculations'/><category term='adultery'/><category term='fake'/><category term='giving head'/><category term='smoking'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='Brazil'/><category term='where to meet men'/><category term='swap'/><category term='life plan'/><category term='married'/><category term='beautiful black man'/><category term='men'/><category term='crazy men'/><category term='Rio'/><category term='chbm 97.3'/><category term='Mehcad Brooks'/><category term='to love or not to love'/><category term='questions'/><category term='secret dating'/><title type='text'>The Douchebag Chronicles</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog about my multi-dating in this naked  city.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556960613447216002.post-4266781527161031478</id><published>2011-09-15T05:12:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T05:12:44.103+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adultery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hotels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Screwing the married ex.</title><content type='html'>What the f*ck is wrong with me huh? We have a mutual breakup, go our separate ways, then one weekend we see eachother and the next thing both of us know we are locked up in a hotel in the city screwing the all over the place! I'm such ah...yes, whore, slut, call me whatever you want, nothing I haven't thought of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-4266781527161031478?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/4266781527161031478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2011/09/screwing-married-ex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/4266781527161031478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/4266781527161031478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2011/09/screwing-married-ex.html' title='Screwing the married ex.'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-8191550341516024457</id><published>2011-09-15T04:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T05:15:03.459+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speeddating'/><title type='text'>SpeedDating Invites</title><content type='html'>I have joined &amp;nbsp;so many of these speeddating sites that I am now getting invitations for Hindu Speeddating and Slender women, Tall men speeddating etc. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-8191550341516024457?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8191550341516024457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2011/09/speeddating-invites.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/8191550341516024457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/8191550341516024457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2011/09/speeddating-invites.html' title='SpeedDating Invites'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-344033887333355355</id><published>2011-09-04T05:28:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T05:29:00.569+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romantic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool points'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italian men'/><title type='text'>Another night with Mr.Right Now</title><content type='html'>His name is "Anthony", I met him about 6 months ago returning on a flight from Paris, where he is a buyer for an upscale boutique, I'm not at liberty to say which, so we have been getting to know eachother, without sex, I know, I am baffled by that, but I am immensely enjoying the courting and learning about him etc. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: red; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*Whether he's getting it from someone else while he's waiting for me, lol, who knows...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He surprised me this weekend by sending flowers with a most darling note telling me to meet him at a particular restaurant in the city, and wow, I have to say, a man who thinks about all these things, certainly is working his way to some major nookie points, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presently as I'm blogging, he's gone to get me the Chinese food I requested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are all Italian men this romantic? Lol &amp;nbsp;He's pulling out all the stops, I hope I don't jump him as he walks through the door. &amp;nbsp;Or maybe that's his angle, hmmmm, be strong girl, be strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with you tonight?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-344033887333355355?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/344033887333355355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2011/09/another-night-with-mrright-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/344033887333355355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/344033887333355355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2011/09/another-night-with-mrright-now.html' title='Another night with Mr.Right Now'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-5163955320075659255</id><published>2011-07-30T14:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T14:09:22.550+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Days of Yesterminute</title><content type='html'>Ever just had one of those moments that lasted only a few mins?&amp;nbsp; Well, I just had one of those, and it was totally wonderful.&amp;nbsp; Those 'yesterminute' moments can enlighten one to such an extent that the present seems to be so dull and eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-5163955320075659255?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/5163955320075659255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2011/07/great-days-of-yesterminute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/5163955320075659255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/5163955320075659255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2011/07/great-days-of-yesterminute.html' title='The Great Days of Yesterminute'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-3986818838224269222</id><published>2011-07-30T14:08:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T05:08:25.934+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Life's a bitch in 6 inch stilettos!</title><content type='html'>That is the question I constantly ask. &amp;nbsp;WHY? &amp;nbsp;Have you ever noticed the answers you get once that question has been asked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently bumped into my ex fiance' at the mall in one of my fave stores Holt Renfrew, and the first words out of his mouth were, "why do we keep meeting up like this?" &amp;nbsp;My answer was a simple one, "I have no idea." &amp;nbsp;He is one of those for whom there will always be a reason as to WHY something has happened and or is so. &amp;nbsp;So for him, this 'accidential' meeting is one the "God's" has conveniently set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to remind him that he is now 'happily' married to my rival, lol. &amp;nbsp;"Whom I understand is horning him with his best friend on a regular!" lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a Bitch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-3986818838224269222?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3986818838224269222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2011/07/lifes-bitch-in-6-inch-stilettos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/3986818838224269222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/3986818838224269222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2011/07/lifes-bitch-in-6-inch-stilettos.html' title='Life&apos;s a bitch in 6 inch stilettos!'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-8078021224171383177</id><published>2010-08-16T05:11:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T05:13:29.231+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speed dating sites'/><title type='text'>HIS Rules of Engagement</title><content type='html'>SO apparently I am a "serial dater" and unbeknownst to me, I have been indulging in "serial dating" since my last long term relationship.  Well, The Dr. and I are still making a go at this "relationship", but while doing that, I always keep my eyes on some dating sites, and just a few moments ago I was browsing a search list and came upon this, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm looking for an open minded woman for NSA fun and friendship at the same time, I'm really not into games, don't have time for that. So if you contact me, make sure this is what you're looking for, and most important, as much as you may be tempted to do so, don't contact me to give lectures, not needed and not welcomed. Pictures available upon request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rules of engagement :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.- I'm not single and I'm not changing my situation, just in case you didn't read my status.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.- If you are just looking for a quick fix, that's fine with me but please be up front.&lt;br /&gt;3.- Protected Sex (any type) is a must (no exceptions) if you're allergic to latex, let me know.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.- If you're interested in meeting in person, I'd like to see a full body picture. Doesn't need to be naked :-), and you don't need to be a Barbie but if you weight a ton please move on.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.- Discretion is a must too, i won't share personal info with anyone. So if anything goes on, lets just keep it on the down low, ok?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.- You can ask as many questions as you want, I will answer with honesty to most of them.&lt;br /&gt;7.- I am not interested in becoming the sugar Daddy of anyone, I'll pay for drinks though.&lt;br /&gt;8.- I don't really have much time to spare and I need to plan ahead, please consider that.&lt;br /&gt;9.- Come as you are, Like I said, I'm not looking for a doll.&lt;br /&gt;10.- I think that's about it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I do have an accent in case you're one of those who have a problem with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Date: first date lets go for drinks, will see if we hit it off&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ladies, IF you get involved with this gentleman, and from his pic, not a total bore to look at, however, I have to say that IF you do go out with him and end up crying, it's not his fault, afterall he did put it out there!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-8078021224171383177?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8078021224171383177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/08/his-rules-of-engagement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/8078021224171383177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/8078021224171383177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/08/his-rules-of-engagement.html' title='HIS Rules of Engagement'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-8435248712932479967</id><published>2010-07-02T05:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T05:18:06.565+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of Strange things running through the playground that is my mind.</title><content type='html'>Conversating with Mr. Dr today and he kept speaking about, "OUR future." And "OUR vacation." And "OUR" this, and that.&amp;nbsp; Hmmm, lately it seems that all conversations begin with, "Baby, are WE going to make this OUR this, that, or whatever?" or my personal favourite, "hun, I was thinking about this color for OUR mastersuite!"&amp;nbsp; Never wanting to be "one of those women," I broach the subject very carefully.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how did I do that?&amp;nbsp; "I told him I had to go shopping and left."&amp;nbsp; Don't get me wrong, he's a great man, and we have an amazing time together, but we have not been going out that long, as far as I'm concerned for us to be speaking about moving in together and or marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait to see what happens....*tapping fingers, looking at left hand....IMAGINE!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-8435248712932479967?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8435248712932479967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/07/thoughts-of-strange-things-running.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/8435248712932479967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/8435248712932479967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/07/thoughts-of-strange-things-running.html' title='Thoughts of Strange things running through the playground that is my mind.'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-2642795206515818530</id><published>2010-07-02T05:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T05:10:12.103+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensitive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='successful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honest'/><title type='text'>Girl talk.</title><content type='html'>I was speaking to my cousin earlier and I was absolutely overwhelmed at all the emotions of the fact that HE may spend the rest of his life alone.&amp;nbsp; That's right, HE. My MALE cousin, who is 32, has shared with me his fear of being alone.&amp;nbsp; And you thought it's only us women who fear this and who express this to our friends, families and or shrinks.&amp;nbsp; Never be fooled ladies, SOME men are sensitive creatures who feel just as much as we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocked did not begin to describe what I felt, not to mention, total confusion and disgust all at once.&amp;nbsp; On one hand I felt honored that he respected me and thought of me to share this with, on the other hand, I felt disgust, how dare he do this?&amp;nbsp; Doesn't he know that 'WE' have been coined, "the fairer sex" and it is US who have the authority to feel all this stuff!?&amp;nbsp; He's successful, independent, and is well on his way to retiring before  he's 40, I kid you not.&amp;nbsp; IF he's having problems meeting a wonderful  woman to share his life with, how in the hell is a normal woman or man  to get anyone? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, long story short, ladies, it is not just us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-2642795206515818530?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2642795206515818530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/07/girl-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/2642795206515818530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/2642795206515818530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/07/girl-talk.html' title='Girl talk.'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-3453769202601901464</id><published>2010-05-05T05:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T05:20:20.524+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof that men know not what they want!</title><content type='html'>I was on this dating site and this gorgeous hunk of masculinity contacted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we were having some "getting to know you convos" upon when the last question he asked was, "what are your plans this wknd?"&amp;nbsp; I told him, didn't hear back from him.&amp;nbsp; My plans did not involve enslaving and subjugating races into slavery nor was I going to wear the Scarlet Letter on my chest and burn down pubs with men in it (that was for the following wknd) :) well, the next thing I know is that "HE BLOCKED ME" Lol.&amp;nbsp; Much to my surprise.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where it gets good, lol.&amp;nbsp; He somehow finds one of my girlfriends online and goes after her, lol, and does the same thing.&amp;nbsp; Eventually, she left the site and came back under another name, and what do you know, he contacts her, NOT REMEMBERING HER FROM BEFORE" lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background on his profile, he basically spoke about, "wanting a woman who wants him but does not need him and does not need to spend everywakinghour together.&amp;nbsp; He appreciates a woman who is feminine and who can wear the hell out of a pair of jeans etc.?"&amp;nbsp; So, my girl contacted me and had a good laugh when he sent her this msg: "you look familiar have we gone out before?" She said no, but you blocked me after you asked me several questions, I guess I didn't tell you what you wanted to hear because you blocked me." To which he replied, "oh probably, I like a woman who wants and needs me!" My gf then said, "well you need to fix that profile cause it's a boldface lie!" and promptly BLOCKED HIM! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ladies, be weary of the loco sharks masquerading as seahorses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some men truly do NOT know what they really want! And they like to blame us for ish! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-3453769202601901464?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3453769202601901464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/05/proof-that-men-know-not-what-they-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/3453769202601901464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/3453769202601901464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/05/proof-that-men-know-not-what-they-want.html' title='Proof that men know not what they want!'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-4779824882726378063</id><published>2010-05-05T05:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T05:09:16.166+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the deal huh?</title><content type='html'>Why bother me with such trivial bull that I do not care about and or that is of NO concern to me? I'll tell you why you bother me with your timeless shit! It's because you are a moron and were probably dropped on your freaking head from the time of birth up till the present when you sent me those stupid idiotic emails!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROW UP NIGEL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-4779824882726378063?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/4779824882726378063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/05/whats-deal-huh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/4779824882726378063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/4779824882726378063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/05/whats-deal-huh.html' title='What&apos;s the deal huh?'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-1225415196668168416</id><published>2010-04-22T02:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T02:09:44.236+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot chicks with Douchebags</title><content type='html'>So, I'm checking out my girl &lt;a href="http://www.megsmumbo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Izzy's Blog&lt;/a&gt; when I happen upon this blog called &lt;a href="http://hotchickswithdouchebags.com/"&gt;HOT CHICKS WITH DOUCHEBAGS! &lt;/a&gt;And after browsing the site, lol, I am convinced that there is something to this whole doucebag phenom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course these Douchebags look like Italia rejects with the over waxed and plucked eyebrows and spending way too much time at the gym in kiddie designer tshirts. But, alas, they always seem to have the hot chick.&amp;nbsp; So my simple question is this: WHY IS THIS SO?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am convinced that some of us women are complete masochists.&amp;nbsp; The men may not physically hurt you, but the way SOME of them look begs for the same reference!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-1225415196668168416?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1225415196668168416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/04/hot-chicks-with-douchebags.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/1225415196668168416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/1225415196668168416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/04/hot-chicks-with-douchebags.html' title='Hot chicks with Douchebags'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-7515306088835824390</id><published>2010-04-21T04:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T05:14:31.736+02:00</updated><title type='text'>When the man just won't LET GO!</title><content type='html'>Now, you know as a woman you often hear men speak about us as though we are leeches and just cannot let go of a man until we completely suck his ass DRY!  Well, let the record show that I have such a leech of an ex who refuses to let the hell go!&lt;br /&gt;We've been over for years now and he's still pleading his case!  I mean come on negro have some pride and recognize that you did your dirt and we shall never be ever again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times I believe we women get caught up in the "FORGIVING" and totally forget why we are no longer a couple and go and do shit with the ex again thus causing another relapse!  No such luck with me.  I've learned from the best, MY MOM that when it's over, IT'S OVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgive, I do not forget! My ex, sent me an iPhone, I sent it back.  He sent it back with a note, I sent it back.  Now, he knows my weaknesses and decides to prey on them, lol, he sends me an email saying, "How about I get you the iPad, I know you want one, and we can talk about getting back together!"  Now fellas, what's going on?  Has there been a break down with you guys or something? Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-7515306088835824390?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7515306088835824390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-man-just-wont-let-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/7515306088835824390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/7515306088835824390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-man-just-wont-let-go.html' title='When the man just won&apos;t LET GO!'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-8230663964386440617</id><published>2010-04-21T04:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T04:45:38.428+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Doctor Left  My Kitchen DIRTY!</title><content type='html'>So, I've been having these shall we call them, "encounters" with my new found super sexy doctor.  BUT, he did something today that just did not sit well with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a woman who loves her home in order.  I do not go to bed and leave dirty dishes in my sink, I like a neat, clean and tidy home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I remember him saying he is going to make breakfast before he left for the hospital and leave mine for me etc.  That was great!  ALthough, when I rolled out of bed I was in shock to see the state of war he left my pristine kitchen in!  I was NOT at all pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know if you're a woman who has not had a man and or a date in a long time you may be saying, "please bitch, at least you have a man" type of thing and if you're a dude reading this you're saying, "ooh goodness you're one of those prissy women arent' you?"  Well here's the thing, 'MY HOME, MY RULES!' You do NOT mess up and just leave it like that.  I would have accepted him putting the dirty utensils into the dishwasher, but no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he shall be punished, so when he called and asked if I had plans tonight I told him the truth, "I do not have plans tonight, however, I am not up for company right now." And being the person he is, he simply, "that's fine babes, you have a great night and I'll swing by on my way to work in the a.m."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-8230663964386440617?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8230663964386440617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/04/doctor-left-my-kitchen-dirty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/8230663964386440617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/8230663964386440617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/04/doctor-left-my-kitchen-dirty.html' title='The Doctor Left  My Kitchen DIRTY!'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-706212160359278819</id><published>2010-04-21T04:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T05:05:19.412+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I am officially a Twitterdict</title><content type='html'>Twitterdict: Meaning, A seemingly awesome person who lead a normal, productive life before entering the Twitterverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that be me!  Ugh, I can't stand it anymore.  I sleep with my BB more than anything else and that's very disturbing to me!  So, I am going to have to wean myself off of my phone and twitter.  What's this?  Such words must surely be that of a Blackberry and Twitter Traitor.  But alas, it must be thus.  If I am to continue being a productive woman contributing such fabulousness to this small world, then I must do what I am to do.  Ok, well maybe not complete boycott of bb and Twitter, but more like a DO NOT SLEEP WITH PHONE!  DO NOT LOOK AT PHONE AT THE SOUND OF EVERY TWEET, DIRECT MSG, REPLY and BBM etc.&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/1556960613447216002-706212160359278819?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/706212160359278819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-officially-twitterdict.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/706212160359278819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/706212160359278819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-officially-twitterdict.html' title='I am officially a Twitterdict'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-7846191954844927694</id><published>2010-03-24T17:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T17:57:52.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How jaded have we become?</title><content type='html'>It's not an uncommon sight to see people walking with their heads down, eyes glued to ther phones texting as though their very lives depended on it.  Have we become that crazed by our phones?  Are our phones running our lives?  Well, I say yes!  Why do you think they call them, 'smartphones'. If these phones could raise your kids, cook your food, shop for you and even dare I say, indulge in sexual favours, I believe some of you would be all to perfectly SET!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-7846191954844927694?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7846191954844927694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-jaded-have-we-become.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/7846191954844927694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/7846191954844927694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-jaded-have-we-become.html' title='How jaded have we become?'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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><georss:featurename>Washington, DC, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>38.889447285347075 -76.99969481443986</georss:point><georss:box>38.75583428534708 -77.23315431443986 39.02306028534707 -76.76623531443987</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556960613447216002.post-6127097488995625586</id><published>2010-03-22T22:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T22:18:11.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NEVER date your GF's EX</title><content type='html'>Ladies, I know he's fione and all that, but just like men have a code to screw anything with a pussy and pulse, so do we.  YOU NEVER, EVER, EVER GO AFTER GF EX.  Some of you so bold to go after the hog as he's still tied up in the sty.  You just don't do it.  If you have a shred of decency and moral you will not.  Keep the legs crossed. &lt;br /&gt;Now, at times you may not know the situation between said GF and Ex or even man she's into to.  So was the case with a great friend of mine.  She met this guy chilling at her bff's home, and just like a scene in the movie, they hit it off perfectly.  As she put it, "the chemistry was so on that Albert Einstein would be proud."  Well, her bff NEVER told her that she and the guy ever dated etc, not a single word.  So, my girl being the woman she is, when she wants sees someone she's interested in and it's mutual, she goes in guns ablazing!&lt;br /&gt;Well, it so happens that the opportunity presented itself where the two finally got together and spent a wknd locked in a hotel room, lol.  After the resurfacing, she could not wait to tell her bff, who was NOT all to happy to express her disgust and ultimate betrayal to her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her bff at the time, NEVER TOLD HER ABOUT THE MAN.  All she ever said was that, "they are friends from a long time ago."  Her bff also told her, "I knew he would like you this is why I just left and let you guys get to know eachother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ladies, come on, lol, is my girl to blame?  HELL NO she isn't.  As far as she knew the man and her bff were nothing more than just friends.  Lol.  Anyhoo, it was great sex and she and the guy are cool, her bff was never the same, basically because the man, lol, would not stop talking about my girl, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the moral of this post?  Hell if I know, but, just NEVER GO AFTER YOUR GIRLS MAN.  GO FOR THOSE WHO ARE UNATTACHED, AND EVEN THOSE SEEM TO BE A PROBLEM. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-6127097488995625586?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6127097488995625586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/03/never-date-your-gfs-ex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/6127097488995625586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/6127097488995625586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/03/never-date-your-gfs-ex.html' title='NEVER date your GF&apos;s EX'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-869014600201148126</id><published>2010-03-15T00:20:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T00:26:10.788+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaga &amp; Ms. Bey in the PussyWagon, lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="575" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.vevo.com/VideoPlayer/Embedded?videoId=USUV71000338&amp;playlist=false&amp;autoplay=0&amp;playerId=62FF0A5C-0D9E-4AC1-AF04-1D9E97EE3961&amp;playerType=embedded"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.vevo.com/VideoPlayer/Embedded?videoId=USUV71000338&amp;playlist=false&amp;autoplay=0&amp;playerId=62FF0A5C-0D9E-4AC1-AF04-1D9E97EE3961&amp;playerType=embedded" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="575" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly love her creativity.  Cigarette sunglasses, and she's working the chains in the yard, lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-869014600201148126?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/869014600201148126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/03/gaga-ms-bey-in-pussywagon-lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/869014600201148126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/869014600201148126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/03/gaga-ms-bey-in-pussywagon-lol.html' title='Gaga &amp; Ms. Bey in the PussyWagon, lol'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-1543464567014639380</id><published>2010-03-14T23:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:30:23.225+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Buh wha de ass?</title><content type='html'>How are you, a total stranger, going to call MY CELL PHONE, and when I tell you that the person you seek does NOT live at this particular number, you are then going to turn around and tell me that I AM THE ONE WITH THE WRONG NUMBER!?&amp;nbsp; Answer me that please!&lt;br /&gt;Talk about real BOLDFACE IGGITS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-1543464567014639380?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1543464567014639380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/03/buh-wha-de-ass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/1543464567014639380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/1543464567014639380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/03/buh-wha-de-ass.html' title='Buh wha de ass?'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-3115153461496233628</id><published>2010-03-12T05:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T05:46:58.984+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missed concert'/><title type='text'>I MISSED THE CONCERT</title><content type='html'>I am a TOTAL ASS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got all dressed up, took a cab to the ACC all excited to hear Ms. Keys, Robin THicke and Melanie Fiona, and found that it was sooo quiet etc.&amp;nbsp; I finally look at the ticket to see WEDNESDAY MARCH 10.&amp;nbsp; Why did I have it on my calendar and in my head that TODAY is MARCH 10th? Grrrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-3115153461496233628?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3115153461496233628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-missed-concert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/3115153461496233628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/3115153461496233628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-missed-concert.html' title='I MISSED THE CONCERT'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-8858033427981454557</id><published>2010-03-11T14:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T14:20:34.419+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy men'/><title type='text'>"I love you because you've got your own baby"</title><content type='html'>Uh huh, oh so he says.&amp;nbsp; And then he turns around and says, "you know what I can't deal with a woman who DOES NOT NEED ME in some way shape or form!" I mean WTF, are you kidding me?" Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is to laugh.&amp;nbsp; No one said, "you are not needed."&amp;nbsp; You want a woman who has her own money, home, car, and does not need to be stuck up under you all the time etc, one would think this would be your dream queen, lol but apparently not and it just goes to show that men have no flicking clue as to what they want either and that they are JUST as looney as us women. &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-8858033427981454557?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8858033427981454557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-you-because-youve-got-your-own.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/8858033427981454557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/8858033427981454557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-you-because-youve-got-your-own.html' title='&quot;I love you because you&apos;ve got your own baby&quot;'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-1964981545161347998</id><published>2010-02-23T23:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T23:44:51.997+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disrespecting women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>What yuh really trying to say and or do?</title><content type='html'>I call my client today to set up an appointment after leaving phone calls and emails, all which go by unanswered.&amp;nbsp; So, I finally take myself down to her office to get the necessary done, because she has an overly incompetent assistant who believes Ronald McDonald really does run McDonalds'.&amp;nbsp; I arrive to speak to her directly, because like I mentioned assistant, "not so good at what she does."&amp;nbsp; She stops me and says to me, "I'm sorry she's unavailable at the moment." I said, "well contact her and get her available because after tomorrow I am unavailable for one month."&amp;nbsp; She walks inside her office, and I can see her sitting in her chair looking outside her window.&amp;nbsp; Immediately I think, 'great, some stupid personal drama is about to come out.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Assistant comes out, looks at me and ushers me in.&amp;nbsp; This is the convo or so most of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her:&lt;/strong&gt; Ms. T, how are you today, sorry I did not get back to you earlier but, my BOYFRIEND and I just broke up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; *open mouth to speak, she continues to speak, so I close my mouth and listen.....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her:&lt;/strong&gt; Can you believe it, after &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;5 months&lt;/span&gt; he sends me a&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; DM&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt; and breaks up with me!&amp;nbsp; That lousy &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;25 year old&lt;/span&gt; son-of-a-bitch-who-screwed-his-lowlife father-mamasboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, I'm on my phone texting a gf of mine, because all this bs is not why we signed a contract.&amp;nbsp; I'm there on BUSINESS, your sorry, pitiful life does nothing but bore me at this point.&amp;nbsp; Were we friends, of course I would be somewhat of a shoulder.&amp;nbsp; BUT, all this shittery over a BOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, MRS. C, I regret to inform you that this is not my concern.&amp;nbsp; My concern at this point is to let you know that the changes you requested cannot be done, and because you took soo long to return my calls and emails, I cannot complete this today and tomorrow I am gone for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;*she stares at me blankly then says.*&amp;nbsp; You don't have to be so mean about this, I am going through....at this point I put my hand up to stop her right there and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; It's not in my nature to be this blunt, however, I have to say, you are a married woman, dating a 25 year old boy, *she interrupts to say, actually he's closer to 23* then I continue, ok fine, he's a baby then, and you are this upset over it all?&amp;nbsp; Quite frankly, I hope your husband finds out, and as I turn around to leave, who is standing behind me, HER HUSBAND!&amp;nbsp; HE HEARD EVERYTHING I SAID! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He said:&lt;/strong&gt; Looking straight at her, 'So what you are really saying is that you don't love and or respect me, and that you want a divorce and that I will get custody of the kids.&amp;nbsp; *Kids are dogs, a golden retreiver and chocolate lab*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She said:&lt;/strong&gt; Perhaps when you return you can complete this for me and blah blah blah and paid me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my cheque and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why some men think women should not be in positions of power, simply because we allow our emotions run us, and they can run us into the very dirt we came from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-1964981545161347998?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1964981545161347998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-yuh-really-trying-to-say-and-or-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/1964981545161347998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/1964981545161347998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-yuh-really-trying-to-say-and-or-do.html' title='What yuh really trying to say and or do?'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-708488018755455248</id><published>2010-02-21T02:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T02:06:34.638+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The SwapMen Party Review.</title><content type='html'>So, everyone arrives, men are looking tasty, 30 invited, 80 show up etc.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was going very, extremely perfect, UNTIL, 2 of my gf's apparently dated the same man at the same time for 3 years none&amp;nbsp;never the wiser.&amp;nbsp; I myself NEVER knew this.&amp;nbsp; Well, the room was about to find out just how much sneaking around and covering tracks one does lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, he told them both different names, and kept one at one of his homes and the other at his condo, never ever taking either to either place, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, how did it come out?&amp;nbsp; Well, Lady 1 brought him for the exchange, and when Lady 2 saw him, that's when it all came out.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These silly, silly women wanted to fight about this ish, a whole 4 years AFTER THE FACT!!&lt;br /&gt;As a woman, I do not condone any type of fighting over any man, nonewhatsoever!&amp;nbsp; Seriously, what is the damn point huh?&amp;nbsp; You get all scratched, punched, broken nails, broken shoe heels, ripped expensive clothing, messed up hair, not to mention you give these asshole men a show they never would appreciate, well perhaps if mud and bikinis were involved, BUT, the point it, not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that hurt and anger and all that are in play, emotions are skyhigh, BUT, it happened years ago, you all have moved on, what does it matter now?&amp;nbsp; Yea, I asked that question to them, while the foolish man just stood there grinning his teeth.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say, I observed that NO OTHER WOMAN was interested in him for the rest of the evening and he left ALONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, other than that, IT WAS AN ABSOLUTE WONDERFUL EVENING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-708488018755455248?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/708488018755455248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/swapmen-party-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/708488018755455248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/708488018755455248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/swapmen-party-review.html' title='The SwapMen Party Review.'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-2081628815724295736</id><published>2010-02-19T20:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T20:45:11.494+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no boyfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swap'/><title type='text'>B.Y.O.M. PARTY</title><content type='html'>Tonight, I'm having a B.Y.O.M. PARTY (BRING YOUR OWN MAN).&amp;nbsp; It's a swap for ex boyfriends, exhusbands lol.&amp;nbsp; What didn't work for you, may be heaven for another.&amp;nbsp; So, I sent out 30 evites, I have 80 people rsvp, how is that possible? Goodness. I told these women to bring ONLY 1 EX, this just goes to show why some of them are single, lol.&amp;nbsp; THEY DON'T LISTEN!! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with everything I do, I have standards, why did I receive an email asking me if she can bring her ex who was and probably STILL is a drug dealer who loves to dress with that stupid ass gold grill in his stupid ass mouth, clothese 13 sizes too large and flashing a bunch of FAKE jewellery!&amp;nbsp; Jeeze...*make a note to NEVER send her an evite to another of my functions.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-2081628815724295736?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2081628815724295736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/byom-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/2081628815724295736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/2081628815724295736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/byom-party.html' title='B.Y.O.M. PARTY'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-3234855591774330628</id><published>2010-02-17T03:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T03:19:08.210+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabotage relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awful men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disrespecting women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to love or not to love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Some thoughts and ramblings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have learned as a woman to, "NEVER TELL A FEMALE FRIEND TO LEAVE HER MAN!!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;Reasons why:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;If she leaves him and she's unhappy and ish like that, it's all YOUR FAULT, because YOU told her to.&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't leave him and endures the same bull, somehow, it's STILL your fault because she's going to keep thinking about what you said and blah blah blah!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just a question:&lt;/strong&gt; "Are&amp;nbsp;relationships based on lies and deceptive illusions?"&lt;br /&gt;Of course it could just be me!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do people really ever just marry for love and what happens when those bad times hit, do you find yourself running for the hills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Case in point.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; A great friend of mine, her mom has alzymers/MS, and her father does not want to take care of his wife.&amp;nbsp; He wants his daughters who are just starting their lives with family and mortgages to take care of her, while he galavants himself all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;'Personally, I find that rather selfish of him.&amp;nbsp; I know that somewhere in those vows there was a part that said, "FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE.&amp;nbsp; IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH!"'&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;My parents, for one, never married for love etc, it was a matter of money, they were both in great careers and blah blah.&amp;nbsp; A merging of dollars if you will.&amp;nbsp; I have no idea if somewhere along the line, love ever showed its face.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you speak too much during sex?&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;When does it get&amp;nbsp;to be&amp;nbsp;be just "TOO MUCH?"&lt;br /&gt;'When you start over dirty talking as though you're reading a monologue as a prelude to a movie, I say, yes it's too much.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Case in point,&lt;/strong&gt; I once watched a gf of mine have sex with her man, "it was one of their fantasies," and during it, they were literally speaking about "THE WEATHER!" I KID YOU NOT!&amp;nbsp; And you would of thought it would have dampned the whole thing, but good gooly, it only amped them up more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't mind some dirty talk&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm more of a, "TELL YOU WHAT TO DO AND NOT COACH YOU, BUT CONGRATULATE YOU TYPE OF TALKER." You know, "ooh dayum baby, yea that's the spot, oh gawd, do that again, yea, eat this pussy, DON'T YOU MOVE FROM THAT SPOT, you like that, pull my hair, ooh fuk, YES, YES!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Stuff like that.&amp;nbsp; Other than that, I personally think that "Sex is not a time to chat" infact it's one of the few instances where it is perfectly appropriate to SHUT UP.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are there certain things in a relationship that you still NEVER SAY or DO?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Sure thing.&amp;nbsp; you NEVER FART in front of a man you are JUST getting to know! lol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Question for the men: "do you feel perfume has the power to truly turn you on?"&lt;br /&gt;As a woman, I truly, TRULY do not care for perfume.&amp;nbsp; The odd occassion, but my soap which is naturally made with honey and vanilla beans, infuse me perfectly.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Looking back on my dating file, I can honestly say that I enjoyed being Emotionally unavailable and having hot steamy sex with whomever I wanted; whenever I wanted!&amp;nbsp; Does that mean I do not value myself, my body, perhaps looking back, on some level, I don't know, all I know is that I enjoyed sex and still do. When I was in a relationship, I was IN IT.&amp;nbsp;Nothing was off the table.&amp;nbsp; BUT, once you cross me and hurt me, I DON'T THINK TWICE TO GIVE A SECOND CHANCE! IT'S OVER AS EASILY AS IT BEGAN.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is saying, "I was wrong" the one thing men, SOME men, can't say?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;My asnwer to my question, "hhhmmm, not so sure, many can't say, "I LOVE YOU" unless their feet seems to be clinging to the edge of a cliff! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-3234855591774330628?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3234855591774330628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/some-thoughts-and-ramblings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/3234855591774330628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/3234855591774330628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/some-thoughts-and-ramblings.html' title='Some thoughts and ramblings...'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-6832275246434734806</id><published>2010-02-12T18:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T18:27:38.178+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s day'/><title type='text'>Single on Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturesof.net/_images/Swirly_Heart_With_Arrow_Royalty_Free_Clipart_Picture_100127-215220-351048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://www.picturesof.net/_images/Swirly_Heart_With_Arrow_Royalty_Free_Clipart_Picture_100127-215220-351048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturesof.net/_images/Valentine_Dog_with_Flowers_In_Front_Fire_Hydrant_Royalty_Free_Clipart_Picture_100211-114635-011053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://www.picturesof.net/_images/Valentine_Dog_with_Flowers_In_Front_Fire_Hydrant_Royalty_Free_Clipart_Picture_100211-114635-011053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Being single on what is "commercially exploited as the most LOVED DAY" in the year, is not a crime!&amp;nbsp; I rather enjoy it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"If you&amp;nbsp;can't find someone to love, then love the one you're with".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I will be loving the one I'm with, and that's ME!&amp;nbsp; I'll be going shopping momentarily to shop for some super lingerie, I've already booked my room at a great hotel for the wknd and am going to indulge myself in one of their couples spa specials, won't they be thrown for a loop when I waltz in Single, Sexy and Fancy FREE, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is ladies, and I'm addressing you all because sadly we are the ones who tend to fall into a slump if we don't have that 'special man' to be with on this billion dollar card generating so called special day, you are not less of a woman if you do not have a man or a woman to love you in that special way.&amp;nbsp; The world or your life will not come to a screeching halt if you are single on February 14, any year!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Take yourself out and have fun.&amp;nbsp; If you have single girlfriends, get together do something great with eachother.&amp;nbsp; Don't be a dudd!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love yourself enough to know that you are the most special person EVER!!&amp;nbsp; Because truthfully, If you do not love yourself, how can you expect anyone else to?&amp;nbsp; CELEBRATE YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Can't remember where I got those pics from, some clipart site)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-6832275246434734806?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6832275246434734806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/single-on-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/6832275246434734806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/6832275246434734806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/single-on-valentines-day.html' title='Single on Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-5351203156031883559</id><published>2010-02-12T07:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T07:42:38.258+01:00</updated><title type='text'>We Women are to be FEARED!</title><content type='html'>Oh how we love a good scandal, and this young not to be Mayor anymore has certainly learned his lesson, or so we hope, lol.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did this get out?&amp;nbsp; Well it's simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER have sex with a vindictive 20 year old university student on the sofa in your office, text her and say, "you look really good naked," then go out and NOT introduce her as your girlfriend.&amp;nbsp; Because this will only turn on the Phoenix within her and the need for her 13.4minutes of destructive&amp;nbsp;fame. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, he didn't last a hot second in this.&amp;nbsp; He was literally In and Out, on &amp;amp; off.&amp;nbsp; I suspect much like the sex on the sofa in his office, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HLFMKsv4dAg&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HLFMKsv4dAg&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-5351203156031883559?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/5351203156031883559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-women-are-to-be-feared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/5351203156031883559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/5351203156031883559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-women-are-to-be-feared.html' title='We Women are to be FEARED!'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-6068472803308042877</id><published>2010-02-11T01:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T04:18:18.419+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trinidad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carnival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brazil'/><title type='text'>I Have Always Said,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;'That Beyonce' would look flat out dangerously destructive in a Carnival Costume.&amp;nbsp; If not Trinidad &amp;amp; Tobago's Carnival, then definitely Brazil.&amp;nbsp; And, I am glad to see that I was NOT wrong!&amp;nbsp; HOT TO DEATH!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;P.s. "JUST LOOK AT THAT INCREDIBLE HEADPIECE!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media/jj1//2010/02/beyonce-samba/beyonce-alicia-keys-samba-costumes-14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media/jj1//2010/02/beyonce-samba/beyonce-alicia-keys-samba-costumes-14.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://justjared.buzznet.com/2010/02/10/beyonce-alicia-keys-samba-costumes/?utm_source=twitterfeed&amp;amp;utm_medium=twitter"&gt;The Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-6068472803308042877?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6068472803308042877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-have-always-said.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/6068472803308042877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/6068472803308042877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-have-always-said.html' title='I Have Always Said,'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-4687061684518991637</id><published>2010-02-11T01:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T01:47:55.901+01:00</updated><title type='text'>There are times,</title><content type='html'>when I am totally embarassed to be black, not just a black woman, but, black on the whole.&amp;nbsp; Sadly, when other loud talking, cussing black men and or women come around me, I can't stick around them, simply because the way they speak, and the way they murder the english language literally makes my skin itch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no selfrespect, and if you do not have that for yourself, then you certainly do not have it&amp;nbsp;for anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it you're going to get mad when another race uses the N-word, and so forth?&amp;nbsp; I've been told by some black people that 'IF only I really understood the plight of the blackMAN during slavery.....' and blah blah blah.&amp;nbsp; My thing is this.&amp;nbsp; Too many times we as black people reach for that always there 'race card', even when it's not called for, and use it as some sort of a crutch for reasons unbeknownest to me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yes, slavery was a horrible time for our people, and for many other races who have suffered at the hands of some madman subjacating races into slavery, but does that mean, you hold on to that FOREVER?&amp;nbsp; Keep holding onto that of the past and you will never leave the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-4687061684518991637?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/4687061684518991637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/there-are-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/4687061684518991637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/4687061684518991637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/there-are-times.html' title='There are times,'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-4992679804735272574</id><published>2010-02-10T23:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T23:55:08.858+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='credit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='credit card'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opus mastercard'/><title type='text'>Prepaid Credit Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6uLKzLuQKQ/S3M2S8HDh6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/w0EEOQTu1eQ/s1600-h/DSC00090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6uLKzLuQKQ/S3M2S8HDh6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/w0EEOQTu1eQ/s400/DSC00090.JPG" width="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My sis wants a credit card, but of course she can't get one, so we were looking into loadable cc's.&amp;nbsp; Well, I've never liked Credit cards you load yourself etc, and I'm sure they come in very handy for some people, however, after checking out ALL the fees that come along with this Opus mastercard, I have decided to just get an additional card for my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reviewstream.com/reviews/?p=96066"&gt;Reviews of Prepaie CC's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-4992679804735272574?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/4992679804735272574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/prepaid-credit-cards-are-boo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/4992679804735272574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/4992679804735272574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/prepaid-credit-cards-are-boo.html' title='Prepaid Credit Cards'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E6uLKzLuQKQ/S3M2S8HDh6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/w0EEOQTu1eQ/s72-c/DSC00090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556960613447216002.post-7098205720291185333</id><published>2010-02-10T19:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T19:02:17.013+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret dating'/><title type='text'>Why date secretly?</title><content type='html'>Secretly dating is the most ridiculous thing ever.&amp;nbsp; I know a gentleman for over 11 years now, we're not super friends, however, we have the ability to just pick up from where we left off without skipping a beat, I recently saw him very much out of way in a little restaurant I love, and while I went over to say hi to him etc, he NEVER introduced me to the lady who he was having dinner with, so I introduced myself to her and in an instant he said to me,"yea, T I'll call you later" and ushered me away from the table.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when he called me and we were speaking, he mentioned to me that, 'he's never met a woman like her who makes him feel at ease and so calm and loved and all that.&amp;nbsp; Yet, she's not the one on a much larger scale.'&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously, what the hell does that mean? lol.&amp;nbsp; It means some people are pigs, that's what it means! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I believe you must never waste another person's time by using them for such a long time then turn around and hide them from the rest of the world.&amp;nbsp; Sooner or later that person will open their eyes and LEAVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a very very VERY selfish act!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-7098205720291185333?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7098205720291185333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-date-secretly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/7098205720291185333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/7098205720291185333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-date-secretly.html' title='Why date secretly?'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-7935777384300237417</id><published>2010-02-09T18:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:37:11.230+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Premature Ejaculations'/><title type='text'>Premature Ejaculation at it's best, lol</title><content type='html'>Now, this topic I posted took place between 2 friends, a man and a woman (hence, he said, she said) about a post found on&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://plentyoffishtales.com/content/fastest-gun-west"&gt;POFT&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; To those of you reading this, you will come upon not so great grammar and spelling, don't go crazy, just people chatting online :) It is NOT an english class or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;He Said: (10:59 AM):&lt;br /&gt;HILARIOUSSSSSSSSSSSS lol he buss off from a lil rubbin lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Said: (10:59 AM):&lt;br /&gt;right lol &lt;br /&gt;i wonder if he hadn't had any in a long time? lol&lt;br /&gt;and the woman post it! lol&lt;br /&gt;rotfl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Said: (10:59 AM):&lt;br /&gt;that happened to me one time when I was like 17&lt;br /&gt;She Said: (10:59 AM):&lt;br /&gt;gotta be scared of some women yes lol&lt;br /&gt;lol lmfao&lt;br /&gt;what did the girl do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Said: (10:59 AM):&lt;br /&gt;except I buss off when I was puttin the condom on lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Said: (10:59 AM):&lt;br /&gt;you LIE!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Said: (11:00 AM):&lt;br /&gt;nah rel thing&lt;br /&gt;her name was Wilma lol.. I'll never forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She Said: (11:00 AM):&lt;br /&gt;oh i believe you lol&lt;br /&gt;WILMA?&lt;br /&gt;oh lorsh ll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Said: (11:00 AM):&lt;br /&gt;yep Wilma&lt;br /&gt;ugly as sin but she had the body of a stripper back then lol&lt;br /&gt;and that girl made me wait like a month before getting it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Said: (11:01 AM):&lt;br /&gt;yuh just proved my point!!!&lt;br /&gt;I have always said, &lt;br /&gt;dreamboat body, shipwrecked face and a man will STILL have sex with her&lt;br /&gt;He Said: (11:01 AM):&lt;br /&gt;so when I finally got her over my parents and laid her on my waterbed and she was naked I stood there and stared in awe, like in a movie&lt;br /&gt;then I got to breathin shallow etc lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Said: (11:01 AM):&lt;br /&gt;a whole month lol&lt;br /&gt;wow, however did you survive? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Said: (11:01 AM):&lt;br /&gt;so I pull out the condom and as soon as it touch the tip I felt that rush&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Said: (11:02 AM):&lt;br /&gt;I was like noooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Said: (11:02 AM):&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Said: (11:02 AM):&lt;br /&gt;back then I didn't know how to hold it back so once it started I couldn't stop it lol.&amp;nbsp; needless to say I never heard from her again lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Said: (11:02 AM):&lt;br /&gt;SHOCKING&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if she's now a beautiful butterfly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Said: (11:03 AM):&lt;br /&gt;I doubt it, unless she had surgery, but the body was stellar lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Said: (11:03 AM):&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, stinka lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He Said: (11:04 AM):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and yes most men will eagerly plow an unattractive chick with a nice body&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Said: (11:04 AM):&lt;br /&gt;I'm shocked&lt;br /&gt;NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He Said: (11:04 AM):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because most men&amp;nbsp;observe a woman from the bottom up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Said: (11:04 AM):&lt;br /&gt;but attraction is more than just the face though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Said: (11:05 AM):&lt;br /&gt;true that's just me&lt;br /&gt;I see you, if you have nice face, not great body, No&lt;br /&gt;Attraction is weird lol.&amp;nbsp; I MUST HAVE PHYSICAL ATTRACTION THROUGH &amp;amp; THROUGH, head to toe lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Said: (11:05 AM):&lt;br /&gt;yeah cause one thing you find attractive about one person you may not find attractive in another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Said: (11:05 AM):&lt;br /&gt;i don't want half/half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Said: (11:06 AM):&lt;br /&gt;yeah I feel you.. I need some form of physical attraction as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Said: (11:06 AM):&lt;br /&gt;and true no man is perfect lol, *this I have learned the hard way*, sometimes you meet a diamond in the rough &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Said: (11:06 AM):&lt;br /&gt;but with me a woman could be not so cute but she may have cute ears in my opinion, and that'll do it for me, I find lil nuances attract me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Said: (11:07 AM):&lt;br /&gt;"cute EARS?"&lt;br /&gt;I'm sending this convo to my gf to blog lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Said: (11:07 AM):&lt;br /&gt;yep, lol you ALWAYS do that lol, I hope she doesn't use my name lol, what's her blog&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-7935777384300237417?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7935777384300237417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/premature-ejaculation-at-its-best-lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/7935777384300237417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/7935777384300237417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/premature-ejaculation-at-its-best-lol.html' title='Premature Ejaculation at it&apos;s best, lol'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-2044038265748199756</id><published>2010-02-09T05:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T05:43:23.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice in Wonderland | Disney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://adisney.go.com/disneypictures/aliceinwonderland/"&gt;Alice in Wonderland  Disney&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-2044038265748199756?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://adisney.go.com/disneypictures/aliceinwonderland/' title='Alice in Wonderland | Disney'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2044038265748199756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/alice-in-wonderland-disney.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/2044038265748199756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/2044038265748199756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/alice-in-wonderland-disney.html' title='Alice in Wonderland | Disney'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-8470568274819716865</id><published>2010-02-09T05:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T05:29:15.910+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook groups'/><title type='text'>Interesting Facebook Groups</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I have not gone through ALL of the groups on facebook, however, I came across:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/groups.php?ref=sb#!/group.php?gid=303675204918&amp;amp;ref=search&amp;amp;sid=100000533142879.1942415841..1"&gt;Men that suck and the women that love them&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=252513016245&amp;amp;ref=search&amp;amp;sid=100000533142879.1942415841..1"&gt;Women who love older men&lt;/a&gt; *with a profile pic of Paris Hilton as their mascot*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/search/?init=srp&amp;amp;sfxp=&amp;amp;o=69&amp;amp;q=women%20who%20love%20men#!/group.php?gid=294858621377&amp;amp;ref=search&amp;amp;sid=100000533142879.1942415841..1"&gt;Women who love heavy men&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I find interesting about ONE of these groups is the description: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Description:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;LADIES THAT DONT LOVE SKINNY ASS MEN, OR PRETTY BOYS WHO CARE TOO MUCH ON WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that type of description are we to assume that the men are all grossly fat and out of shape, with long ass beards, and moustaches that grow into eachother, riding around in pickup trucks, and or motorbikes, with a hounddow names Rufus who is partially deaf and blind,&amp;nbsp;who don plaid shirts, with Hanes&amp;nbsp;white undershirts&amp;nbsp;cowboy hats and have tattoos?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That type of desciption just begs the question, "do these women think that non-fat men care only about their looks?" Of this I am certain is partially NOT true.&amp;nbsp; I've seen some chubby men, who take such great pride in how they look and they are not conceited etc.&amp;nbsp; These women are probably the ones who look like men and who are just willing to take any man that will glance their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are oh so much more, but, I don't care to seek them all out at this particular moment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-8470568274819716865?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8470568274819716865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/interesting-facebook-groups.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/8470568274819716865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/8470568274819716865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/interesting-facebook-groups.html' title='Interesting Facebook Groups'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-2081167278758458963</id><published>2010-02-08T19:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T19:55:06.876+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth control'/><title type='text'>Ahhhhh PlanB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.planb.ca/?gclid=CMrmkY20458CFVw55QodM2tHHg"&gt;PlanB&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;the answer to&amp;nbsp;MANY WOMEN.&amp;nbsp; I've never used this, however, today I saw the relief on a teenagers face while she and her 3 gf's huddled around her at the local shopper's drug mart to purchase said, 'plan'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know some of you out there would say stuff like, "she shouldn't be having sex anyway, and, that's what she got for having sex, some of you may even have gone so far as to blaming parents etc."&amp;nbsp; But, truth be told, "she would have done what she wanted to do ANYWAY.&amp;nbsp; Whether she had the world's most perfect parents who spoke to her about the consequences of having sex at such a young age etc."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say good stuff that we have this 'planB', I'm sure many, MANY women of past centuries and generations WISHES this was around in their time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-2081167278758458963?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2081167278758458963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/ahhhhh-planb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/2081167278758458963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/2081167278758458963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/ahhhhh-planb.html' title='Ahhhhh PlanB'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-5276071658314502261</id><published>2010-02-08T05:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T05:06:04.489+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I WON!!</title><content type='html'>Hahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, don't you just love it?&amp;nbsp; Well, not you, but I do.&amp;nbsp; I made a seemingly unknowingly innocent bet that the Saints will win, lol.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question,. how could a franchise known for being the worst beat The Colts? Lol&amp;nbsp; I have no clue, BUT, all I know is that The Colts got&amp;nbsp;hurt, horribly!! Lol&amp;nbsp; 31-17&amp;nbsp; OOh sweet Reggie Bush, lol.&amp;nbsp; With the money I've won from some of the wonderful friends, lol, I can actually have a serious shopping spree in Italy! Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-5276071658314502261?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/5276071658314502261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-won.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/5276071658314502261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/5276071658314502261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-won.html' title='I WON!!'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-3379485639069672193</id><published>2010-02-07T21:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T03:22:12.112+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giving head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cum'/><title type='text'>New Cigarette WARNING</title><content type='html'>Last night I was thinking about smokers and those men who love to smoke and love getting head and love to have the woman swallow their cum.&amp;nbsp; What if one day you went to purchase a pack of cigs, faggs cancer sticks and on the pkg it has the warning of, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"SMOKING WILL CAUSE YOUR CUM TO TASTE FUCKED UP.&amp;nbsp; SHRINK YOUR DICK.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; CAUSE YOU TO NEVER GET A WOMAN CLOSE TO YOUR DICK EVER AGAIN.&amp;nbsp; SO, IF YOU EVER WANT A WOMAN TO SUCK YOUR DICK, WANT HER TO DIGEST, DON'T SMOKE!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or something to that effect, I wonder if male smokers will quit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-3379485639069672193?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3379485639069672193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-cigarette-warning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/3379485639069672193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/3379485639069672193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-cigarette-warning.html' title='New Cigarette WARNING'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-2816048871617390465</id><published>2010-02-07T06:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T06:03:40.035+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mascara commercials'/><title type='text'>Mascara Commercials are misleading</title><content type='html'>Ladies, when you are watching those mascara commercials, I do hope you know that those lashes on the celebs/models who are peddling the products are NOT real.&amp;nbsp; At times I wonder if they think their consumers are that dumb,&amp;nbsp;BECAUSE, surely&amp;nbsp;when you use lash&amp;nbsp; blast or which ever ones are out there, your puny little lashes will NEVER, NEVER EVER look like&amp;nbsp;what is portrayed&amp;nbsp;in the commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20100106170638AAQ9nZk"&gt;Check this out.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;All I can do is just&amp;nbsp;laugh. Maybe she's born with it?&amp;nbsp;Ha, hell no!&amp;nbsp; Read through the post, one girl talks about her routine about 'curling her lashes with her *name drop brandname eyelash curler* they all do the same thing, no matter namebrand or no name at all.&amp;nbsp; And then she goes on to talking about how many coats of mascara she uses...3 coats.&amp;nbsp; Oh my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF you want your lashes to look like those in the commercials, you may want to consider lash extensions.&amp;nbsp; They last for 3wks or so.&amp;nbsp; Look into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anyone has ever sued one of those companies for failing to make their lashes as long and lustrious as shown in the commercials.&amp;nbsp; And, I don't believe I've ever seen a disclaimer stating, "LASHES IN THIS COMMERCIAL ARE NOT REAL SO DON'T EXPECT SUCH GORGEOUS EYELASHES."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-2816048871617390465?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2816048871617390465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/mascara-commercials-are-misleading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/2816048871617390465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/2816048871617390465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/mascara-commercials-are-misleading.html' title='Mascara Commercials are misleading'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-5557175904650781359</id><published>2010-02-07T05:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T05:10:10.902+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dirty underwear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Derek the "skid-mark guy."</title><content type='html'>I once had a brief thing with a man named Derek.&amp;nbsp; Everything was simply beautiful, we had a great time together, great conversation and all that.&amp;nbsp; Then after about 6 months, he spent the wknd with me at my home.&amp;nbsp; Coming to the end of the wknd, I was doing laundry and his underwear was in there, and I had to drop everything to go get a pair of gloves and thongs to hold his pooh-stained-underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in shock to say the very least.&amp;nbsp; Now, a child, I can understand, but, an adult having pooh-stained underwear, just isn't cool&amp;nbsp; and HIGHLY UNCALLED FOR!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You wipe, take a look, if the tp is full of doodoo then you wipe again and wipe until the tp is CLEAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, we bumped into eachother and had a bite to eat, and when he went to the washroom and came back to the table, I couldn't help but wonder if he washed his hands and wiped his ass perfectly clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D the skidmark-Douchebag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-5557175904650781359?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/5557175904650781359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/derek-skid-mark-guy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/5557175904650781359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/5557175904650781359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/derek-skid-mark-guy.html' title='Derek the &quot;skid-mark guy.&quot;'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-1135365204747519017</id><published>2010-02-07T04:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T04:58:48.809+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabotage relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disrespecting women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking too much'/><title type='text'>Why do SOME women sabotage their relationships?</title><content type='html'>I could ask myself that question, and I have, but here's the thing, I have never sabotaged my relationship(s).&amp;nbsp; I'm not like a psycho Carrie Bradshaw searching for hidden icebergs and panics when the relationship is sailing on through calm waters and super blue sunny skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my advice to some of you lunatic women.&amp;nbsp; JUST GO WITH THE FLOW!&amp;nbsp; Do not go searching for hidden agendas, and or sit there thinking about why it is you haven't had an argument, or why he hasn't introduced you to his friends/family and all that just yet.&amp;nbsp; Just sit back and enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-1135365204747519017?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1135365204747519017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-do-some-women-sabotage-their.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/1135365204747519017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/1135365204747519017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-do-some-women-sabotage-their.html' title='Why do SOME women sabotage their relationships?'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-5069209273900089358</id><published>2010-02-07T02:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T02:02:54.708+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excellent music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chbm 97.3'/><title type='text'>CHBM 97.3 FM LUV U!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I'm cruising the radio dial tonight, and I stumble upon some excellent oldies, so much so I stopped baking and had a little party session with me, myself, and the mirrors and almost forgot all about the baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chbm.player.myastralmediaradio.com/"&gt;CHBM Player&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-5069209273900089358?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/5069209273900089358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/chbm-973-fm-luv-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/5069209273900089358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/5069209273900089358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/chbm-973-fm-luv-u.html' title='CHBM 97.3 FM LUV U!'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-2480462200401399776</id><published>2010-02-06T04:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T04:40:56.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex in the Hotel</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been at a fab hotel chilling before your sexthrowdown only to hear others having sex and you stop to listen and critique?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, an ex and I use to do that on the wknds, we'd pick a great hotel in the Province and drive out and stay at very posh places, because we thought, 'if it's this much a night people won't possible be animals'.&amp;nbsp; Well, what a bad thought.&amp;nbsp; It seems the more you spend per/night, lol, the more loud couples tend to be while fornicating like rabbits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-2480462200401399776?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2480462200401399776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/sex-in-hotel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/2480462200401399776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/2480462200401399776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/sex-in-hotel.html' title='Sex in the Hotel'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-2034129065044230598</id><published>2010-02-06T04:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T04:34:23.351+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awful men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disrespecting women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='losers'/><title type='text'>Disrespecting Women</title><content type='html'>Was out earlier with a bff of mine just having something simple to eat at &lt;a href="http://www.moxies.ca/"&gt;Moxie's&lt;/a&gt; and the table next to us were 5 men 'speaking' and we were literally turned off and grossly offended by their convo so much so that we had to be asked to move to another location of the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bad is that when people are speaking that you have to request another table elsewhere?&amp;nbsp; Well, that's overly bad, it's horrible.&amp;nbsp; These 'boys' were speaking about women in their lives and who they had sex with and all that and all I can think about is that with these men out on the town women cannot be safe and to watch their drinks because they seem the type to slip a roofie into your drink and live out their date rape fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were calling their mothers, aunts, sisters, friends any woman they knew whores, bitches, spermfillers and all sorts of disgusting names.&amp;nbsp; And get this, UGLY AS SHIT!!!&amp;nbsp; Hence why they resort to such antics.&amp;nbsp; No type of respect for themselves and any woman.&amp;nbsp; I feel so sorry for those women who happened upon any of those clowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful out there ladies.&amp;nbsp; Get a tazer, pepper spray, pocket knife, register for&amp;nbsp;a pocket gun, something. Because the breed of some of the men out there are pure evil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-2034129065044230598?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2034129065044230598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/2034129065044230598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/2034129065044230598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/why.html' title='Disrespecting Women'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-2487013178462469830</id><published>2010-02-05T22:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T22:47:15.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;what made you start this blog?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;boredom made me start this blog&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/tinaatroublee"&gt;Just ASK Damn it!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-2487013178462469830?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2487013178462469830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/formspringme_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/2487013178462469830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/2487013178462469830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/formspringme_05.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-50178407395948112</id><published>2010-02-05T22:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T22:46:59.669+01:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Do you only date men of other races rather than black men if so, why?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Yes I date other races.  WHy?  Why not?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/tinaatroublee"&gt;Just ASK Damn it!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-50178407395948112?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/50178407395948112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/formspringme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/50178407395948112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/50178407395948112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-2310318863976741308</id><published>2010-02-05T20:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T20:22:50.236+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other blogs'/><title type='text'>Crusing other BLogs</title><content type='html'>It's good to cruise other blogs and see just what other people blog about.&amp;nbsp; Today I happen upon &lt;a href="http://adventuresinvoluntarysimplicity.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adventures in Voluntary Simplicity&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and this hilarious &lt;a href="http://adventuresinvoluntarysimplicity.blogspot.com/2010/01/reflections-6-on-being-guy.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this line: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I can't help but feel sad at the current state of heterosexual guydom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-2310318863976741308?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2310318863976741308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/crusing-other-blogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/2310318863976741308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/2310318863976741308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/crusing-other-blogs.html' title='Crusing other BLogs'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-3394253343231642482</id><published>2010-02-05T17:43:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T18:05:07.591+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no boyfriend'/><title type='text'>People are funny</title><content type='html'>So superficial.&amp;nbsp; Whenever people read this blog they assume I'm a swamp pony walking around on hooves with a hump back, scaly skin and cross eyes all because I don't broadcast my pics on the WWW.&amp;nbsp; Headsup to you who have a "problem" because I don't put my pic up on the WWW, mainly "men and some very strange women", I do not like my pics over the web, I never have.&amp;nbsp; IF you are fortunate to know who I am you know all too well what I look like and you love it :)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was that on that minor issue.&amp;nbsp; Now onto another issue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"At what age do you stop calling your man your "boyfriend?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I feel once you are over a certain age to hell with the word "boyfriend".&amp;nbsp; It implies, well to me, some pimple face child still in jr.high, high school.&amp;nbsp; Once you are over 25 I say bring on the real word MAN, even though SOME men still carry on like 'children' well into their 90's and thensome :)&lt;br /&gt;So ladies, if you are over 25, 35, 45, 55 and so forth, please do not call the gentleman you are dating your 'boyfriend!' It is much too much juvenille!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I am well aware the same goes for men calling the woman/women they are dating 'girlfriend', I am not a man blogging on a mans point of view :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-3394253343231642482?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3394253343231642482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/people-are-funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/3394253343231642482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/3394253343231642482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/people-are-funny.html' title='People are funny'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-6042416734315890547</id><published>2010-02-05T04:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:47:41.290+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful black man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calvin Klein ad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mehcad Brooks'/><title type='text'>Thank the Lord for Mehcad Brooks</title><content type='html'>Man Extraordinaire!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's soooo foine I just wanna make myself his new skin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw him on The Game, I literally licked the tv screen. Then when his shirt came off, well I won't say what I did, but the tv can press charges if it could. NOW, I am fully going to purchase the underwear and I have no man. BUT, just to have him somehow in my life, it's all good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's ridicously handsome and that body is sinfully arresting!! Gotta love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MarkyWho? Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media/jj1//2010/02/mehcad-klein/mehcad-brooks-calvin-klein-x-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kt="true" src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media/jj1//2010/02/mehcad-klein/mehcad-brooks-calvin-klein-x-01.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media/jj1//2010/02/mehcad-klein/mehcad-brooks-calvin-klein-x-02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kt="true" src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media/jj1//2010/02/mehcad-klein/mehcad-brooks-calvin-klein-x-02.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://justjared.buzznet.com/2010/02/03/mehcad-brooks-first-shots-as-a-calvin-klein-model/"&gt;The Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whatsthet.com/2010/02/04/calvin-klein-does-mehcad-brooks/?utm_source=twitterfeed&amp;amp;utm_medium=twitter"&gt;Another Source&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/1556960613447216002-6042416734315890547?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6042416734315890547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/thank-lord-for-mehcad-brooks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/6042416734315890547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/6042416734315890547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/thank-lord-for-mehcad-brooks.html' title='Thank the Lord for Mehcad Brooks'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-3337943579113413119</id><published>2010-02-04T16:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:56:59.562+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Interesting to say the VERY least</title><content type='html'>So it's been a few days since I've thought about just what I am going to do with my life over the next few months and while I don't need to worry about tomorrow because it is not promised, I can't help but reevaluate my plan I have been following for the past few years.&amp;nbsp; And it's funny how God does things and sends people into my life that makes me 'alter' my plan ever so slighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have attained just what I set out to do.&amp;nbsp; Own home(s), business, car, no debt, I take care of my parents/family, comfortable, happy, not wealthy but very much happy with what I have attained, and while material things are good, the fact that I do not have that "special" man to share my life with is somewhat of a downer, but nothing of a spirit crusher for me.&amp;nbsp; I don't make decisions based on how I feel, because that has proven to be very, VERY dangerous, but in the season of my heartfelt discontent about being single and always mingling, lol, I have decided to sit back and leave dating alone for a while and travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have booked myself on a nice long vacay to tour Paris, Italy and Monte Carlo etc.&amp;nbsp; I need peace, solitude and thensome.&amp;nbsp; March 7, 2010 I am gone for 3months, if I decide for longer, then so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone who happens upon this blog from either of the places I'm about to visit, can you contact me with the best places to eat and SHOP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-3337943579113413119?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3337943579113413119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/interesting-to-say-very-least.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/3337943579113413119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/3337943579113413119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/interesting-to-say-very-least.html' title='Interesting to say the VERY least'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-7674074807690322216</id><published>2010-02-01T19:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:14:19.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>So, I'm watching Video on Trial</title><content type='html'>Video on Trial is a show here in Canada where comedian jurors judge music videos, they hold nothing back. &amp;nbsp;So, today one of the videos up for judging was Ke$ha's Tik Tok and a juror Eddie said, "Ke$ha is actually Taylor Swift with a drinking problem with a little sprinkling of whore." ROTFL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-7674074807690322216?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7674074807690322216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-im-watching-video-on-trial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/7674074807690322216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/7674074807690322216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-im-watching-video-on-trial.html' title='So, I&apos;m watching Video on Trial'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-1385744666075705375</id><published>2010-01-31T06:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T06:29:04.040+01:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;If you could have a super power, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Hmmm, interesting question.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/tinaatroublee"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-1385744666075705375?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1385744666075705375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/1385744666075705375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/1385744666075705375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme_31.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-8318046448542576093</id><published>2010-01-31T06:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T17:44:09.807+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid things men do'/><title type='text'>She PUNCHED HIM!</title><content type='html'>About one hour ago, I am standing in line at &amp;nbsp;popular fast food joint, let's call it "BENDY's"&amp;nbsp;and stood behind a man who was standing behind a woman with a rather round, large ass, which was totally emphasized by her tight leggings, tall boots and short jacket pinching her waistline, *I should have taken a picture*, &amp;nbsp;well, this man, naturally he HAD to say something, but what he was about to do would set him on a collision course with a woman's fist. &amp;nbsp;I heard him say to her in his booming Jamaican accent, &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"I want to eat your pussy and do illegal shit to you. &amp;nbsp;Are you down with that? &amp;nbsp;Because with an ass like yours you SHOULD EXPECT this!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;Then here's where he made the crucial mistake, as if saying what he said wasn't enough, he reached out and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;PATTED HER ASS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally thought all Jamaican men were against eating pussy and anal sex! Lol &amp;nbsp;Most of them treat eating pussy like a Rasta is against to eating pork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, fellas, we live in a society where respect seems to be non-existent. &amp;nbsp;You do NOT approach a strange woman and say such things to her simply because the view from the back is mesmerizing and has completely gotten you even more STUPID than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after he said that, she turned around with the quickness and PUNCHED HIM DEAD IN THE FACE! He in turn reacted ready to hit her back, when this bigger dude came out of no where and grabbed his hand and lead him outside! &amp;nbsp;What he did not know was, the bigger dude was her man, and is a cop! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOh you foolish, foolish, FOOLISH MEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-8318046448542576093?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8318046448542576093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/she-punched-him.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/8318046448542576093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/8318046448542576093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/she-punched-him.html' title='She PUNCHED HIM!'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556960613447216002.post-7301013941861049795</id><published>2010-01-29T06:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T06:35:18.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;If your house was on fire and you could only grab three things, what would they be?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;safebox with all documents, pic of nana and mom, car keys&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/tinaatroublee"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-7301013941861049795?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7301013941861049795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/7301013941861049795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/7301013941861049795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme_29.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-8862269926826124793</id><published>2010-01-28T17:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T17:15:57.895+01:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;what&amp;#039;s the one thing you want to do before you die?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Just one, hmmm, i&amp;#039;d have to say skydive as well as many, many more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/tinaatroublee"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-8862269926826124793?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8862269926826124793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme_3627.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/8862269926826124793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/8862269926826124793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme_3627.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-1979927477556073294</id><published>2010-01-28T07:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T07:30:27.584+01:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Who&amp;#039;s the most underrated actor?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;no clue&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/tinaatroublee"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-1979927477556073294?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1979927477556073294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme_1620.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/1979927477556073294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/1979927477556073294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme_1620.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-3362630658624930172</id><published>2010-01-28T07:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T07:30:15.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Where&amp;#039;d you find out about formspring.me?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;a twitterer posted it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/tinaatroublee"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-3362630658624930172?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3362630658624930172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/3362630658624930172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/3362630658624930172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme_28.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-283876645855346045</id><published>2010-01-28T07:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T07:29:48.401+01:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Who&amp;#039;s the most overrated musician?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;lady gaga, as great as she is&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/tinaatroublee"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-283876645855346045?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/283876645855346045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/283876645855346045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/283876645855346045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-1706694625053146549</id><published>2010-01-25T18:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:15:50.138+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='where to meet men'/><title type='text'>Where is the best place to meet a man?</title><content type='html'>I know I've addressed this before, but I received an email asking me where I meet men etc. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Hell if I know the best place to meet a man! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I meet men EVERYWHERE I go. &amp;nbsp;They are not hard to miss. &amp;nbsp;Supermarkets, gas stations, malls, churches, bars/clubs, salons, zoo, airports, train stations, jail. &amp;nbsp;Many women are turning to dating sites &lt;a href="http://www.eharmony.ca/"&gt;www.eharmony.ca&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.eharmony.com/"&gt;www.eharmony.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.match.com/"&gt;www.match.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.plentyoffish.com/"&gt;www.plentyoffish.com&lt;/a&gt; and the list goes on and on and on. The thing with some women is that, we are overly picky and overly anal at times, and we make up little&amp;nbsp;scenarios&amp;nbsp;in our head about the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"how I met your father"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; story in our heads to the point that if we don't meet this dream man in front of Tiffany's on our way to Paris on a private jet, then he can't possibly be good, and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that you have to make yourself available, and I don't mean that in a sexual way, open to going outside your box to meet someone then it's a good thing. &amp;nbsp;It's one thing for a man to find you attractive, but once they find you "only available" it's no compliment. &amp;nbsp;Be observant as to who is around you, watch, don't stalk the man in the frozen food aisle of the supermarket, but, don't be afraid to strike up a convo. &amp;nbsp;Watch out for wedding rings, though they do come off, but if you wanna take it there, ask him straight out, "married or not?" &amp;nbsp;If not, move onto the next phase. Be brave. Be bold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-1706694625053146549?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1706694625053146549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/where-is-best-place-to-meet-man.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/1706694625053146549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/1706694625053146549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/where-is-best-place-to-meet-man.html' title='Where is the best place to meet a man?'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-8060150654759797306</id><published>2010-01-25T17:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:24:53.681+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't judge a book by it's cover!</title><content type='html'>So I'm back on the dating horse, so-to-speak, and I met this gentleman who literally made me squirm, well at first sight, lol, which is never a good thing, BUT, the little angel on my shoulder said to me, "don't be a jerk, you&amp;nbsp;committed&amp;nbsp;to the date, so go through with it, don't base on what you see alone." &amp;nbsp;So, after I rolled my eyes and gave myself a quick pep talk, I put on my fake smile and went forth like a soldier off to battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saying, "never judge a book by it's cover is so very true." &amp;nbsp;He may have hurt my eyes at first, but during the great conversations, the laughter, and constant "omg i can't believe it, he's hilarious memos to myself" I have to admit I had a great time with this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I see him again? &amp;nbsp;I don't know. Am I suffering from a "Shallow Hal" complex? &amp;nbsp;Perhaps. But, should I be blamed because I need to be physically attracted to a man? &amp;nbsp;Hell no I should not be blamed! &amp;nbsp;If I were a man who was on a date with such a woman, I probably would have still had sex with her and never call her again. &amp;nbsp;But, I'm no man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-8060150654759797306?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8060150654759797306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-im-back-on-dating-horse-so-to-speak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/8060150654759797306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/8060150654759797306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-im-back-on-dating-horse-so-to-speak.html' title='Don&apos;t judge a book by it&apos;s cover!'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-4889534262329904246</id><published>2010-01-25T17:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T17:17:08.295+01:00</updated><title type='text'>January 25, 2010, this must be some kind of record</title><content type='html'>6 degrees in the city and rain? Lol&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-4889534262329904246?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/4889534262329904246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-25-2010-this-must-be-some-kind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/4889534262329904246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/4889534262329904246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-25-2010-this-must-be-some-kind.html' title='January 25, 2010, this must be some kind of record'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-7890979624401639934</id><published>2010-01-25T05:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T05:40:51.359+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut those out of your life who bring nothing good to it!</title><content type='html'>This is what I have done for the year 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any so-called "friends" who have wronged me and or who just do not contribute any positiveness, and or are NOT supportive in whatever way, I have literally cut them off! &amp;nbsp;And it's a good thing I did that too. &amp;nbsp;I do not need any bad trash from 2009 all up in my 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-7890979624401639934?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7890979624401639934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/cut-those-out-of-your-life-who-bring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/7890979624401639934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/7890979624401639934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/cut-those-out-of-your-life-who-bring.html' title='Cut those out of your life who bring nothing good to it!'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-6753485238360787353</id><published>2010-01-25T05:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T05:36:44.914+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Women are very dangerous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Extremely, highly, dangerous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;We are to be feared!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-6753485238360787353?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6753485238360787353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/women-are-very-dangerous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/6753485238360787353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/6753485238360787353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/women-are-very-dangerous.html' title='Women are very dangerous'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-3566596797618706867</id><published>2010-01-24T05:01:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T05:04:50.038+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, I'm on&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/tinaatroublee"&gt;TWiTTer&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and I click a link from another twitterer and I'm taken to &lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/photos/PerezHilton"&gt;PerezHiltons'&amp;nbsp;twitpic&lt;/a&gt;, hmmm and what is bestowed upon thy eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6uLKzLuQKQ/S1vG1PZv29I/AAAAAAAAACo/knrgwqwiV1U/s1600-h/yum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6uLKzLuQKQ/S1vG1PZv29I/AAAAAAAAACo/knrgwqwiV1U/s320/yum.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum yum candy guys all butch and hard with chiselled bodies and a hand not large enough to cover his delightfully sized dick'n'balls. &amp;nbsp;ALL SORTS of wicked thoughts have already danced through my head and trickled all the way down to my "Clarice". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay or straight, let us give thanks for these and p.s. whatever it is they are dressed for, I want to attend the next one :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-3566596797618706867?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3566596797618706867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-im-on-twitter-i-click-link-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/3566596797618706867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/3566596797618706867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-im-on-twitter-i-click-link-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6uLKzLuQKQ/S1vG1PZv29I/AAAAAAAAACo/knrgwqwiV1U/s72-c/yum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556960613447216002.post-394565963836136256</id><published>2010-01-20T15:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T15:14:29.284+01:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MOST CONCEITED MAN EVER, THOU HE'S FOINE!!</title><content type='html'>Lol, yesterday I met this man at the gym. &amp;nbsp;After looking at him look at himself for about 17 mins &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*yes I know 17 mins because I distinctively remember looking at my clock at 8:00 then when I looked again it was 8:17*,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; well, he was very, VERY handsome, excellent features, and after our convo I got to know that he's part&amp;nbsp;Cherokee, white, Japanese and black (WHAT A COMBINATION). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he's spotting me during my workout etc and viceversa. &amp;nbsp;As I head off to my aerobics class he says, &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"you know I'm a very good looking man, you're a beautiful woman, it will be a shame if YOU DID NOT GET TO EXPERIENCE ALL THIS!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, me being the person I am, I literally paused in my tracks and literally LOL, turned around and said to him, &lt;i&gt;"you know it's funny that you think that, because I thought that when I saw you, however, you should know, if we do get&amp;nbsp;together it&amp;nbsp;just for the hell of it and it will be material for an online blog where my gf's and some gay men bash men such as yourself, and I WILL blog about you picture and all under the most CONCEITED S.O.B. EVER!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, &lt;i&gt;"Have a nice day, thanks for spotting me."&lt;/i&gt; And walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, is it me or was he a wee-bit conceited? &amp;nbsp;It's ok to know you are attractive etc, but dayum, turn down the madness please! &amp;nbsp;"He was oh so, O.M.G. FIONE does not even begin to cut it with him. &amp;nbsp;Out of this world, what God did to create him. &amp;nbsp;At times when I see such a drop dead gorgeous man, that is when I'm convinced that God is indeed a Woman! :)"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-394565963836136256?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/394565963836136256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/most-conceited-man-ever-thou-hes-foine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/394565963836136256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/394565963836136256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/most-conceited-man-ever-thou-hes-foine.html' title='THE MOST CONCEITED MAN EVER, THOU HE&apos;S FOINE!!'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-6222099099474387878</id><published>2010-01-18T07:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T07:03:12.047+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Let us pray</title><content type='html'>I don't get political and or religious on my blog, however, in spite of all that's happening in Haiti. &amp;nbsp;All the efforts and help etc, I just want to take this time to lift up Haiti and pray for a spiritual cleansing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-6222099099474387878?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6222099099474387878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/let-us-pray.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/6222099099474387878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/6222099099474387878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/let-us-pray.html' title='Let us pray'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-8259640350911969578</id><published>2010-01-15T05:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T05:12:59.213+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an emotional man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men who cry'/><title type='text'>My facebook status!  Yes, it's true.</title><content type='html'>Seriously, you men who cry like little women really, REALLY annoy me. Would you check to see if you still have 2 testicles please and if their not there, go get a pair!! Grrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind a man being masculine, sensitive, strong and all that, but what some of you don't seem to get is that it's a matter of intergrating these qualities together.&amp;nbsp; No one is asking you to go out clobber a dinosaur, drag it back to the tent, have the babies, take care of the babies then turn around wash the clothes, paint the house and have dinner on the table all by 6:40 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just please ease up on the excessive amount of tears.&amp;nbsp; PLEASE, it freaks me out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-8259640350911969578?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8259640350911969578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-facebook-status-yes-its-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/8259640350911969578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/8259640350911969578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-facebook-status-yes-its-true.html' title='My facebook status!  Yes, it&apos;s true.'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-5650038877526809267</id><published>2010-01-15T04:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T04:22:44.483+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Legion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='armageddon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Paul Bettany is the logical choice for this role isn't he?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/f3/Legion_poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ps="true" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/f3/Legion_poster.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Plot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After God loses faith in humanity, the archangel Michael (Paul Bettany), who has become a fallen angel, is the only one standing between mankind and Armageddon. This time using angels to execute the Last Judgment, God's wrath descends on Earth to exterminate the world's population. In a desperate, last-chance gambit, Michael leads a group of strangers to a small New Mexico diner to protect a young waitress who may be pregnant with Christ in his second coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Legion_(film)"&gt;The Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-5650038877526809267?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/5650038877526809267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/paul-bettany-is-logic-choice-for-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/5650038877526809267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/5650038877526809267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/paul-bettany-is-logic-choice-for-this.html' title='Paul Bettany is the logical choice for this role isn&apos;t he?'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-3970176220616903889</id><published>2010-01-14T19:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T19:50:34.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Good night Teddy,</title><content type='html'>I turned off lights for you lastnight.&amp;nbsp; May your eternal rest be a peaceful one.&amp;nbsp; Thanks for the great music!&amp;nbsp; I will miss your musical contributions!&amp;nbsp; Much love always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-3970176220616903889?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3970176220616903889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-night-teddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/3970176220616903889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/3970176220616903889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-night-teddy.html' title='Good night Teddy,'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-4969360266706028972</id><published>2010-01-14T19:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T05:04:20.887+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crying men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional men'/><title type='text'>Apparently I make men cry!</title><content type='html'>I'm truly not sure if being in a relationship is for me, I think I was ever so much happier when I was not in anything commited.&amp;nbsp; I'm beginning to feel suffocated.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;He hits me with the &lt;em&gt;"I think we should move in together this morning!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, are you kidding me?&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We just started &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I don't like to live with anyone and I have never lived with anyone.,&amp;nbsp; If I'm feeling suffocated in such a short space of time, what on earth will be when we are living together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I mention that to him., and do you know &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the man started to CRY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; WTF? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say, while I don't mind an emotional man, I don't need one like this.&amp;nbsp; I immediately got turned off of him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to my dating marathon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-4969360266706028972?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/4969360266706028972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-dating-scene.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/4969360266706028972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/4969360266706028972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-dating-scene.html' title='Apparently I make men cry!'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-3775344162453058712</id><published>2010-01-14T19:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T19:35:50.647+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pants on the Mudafreaking GROUND!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PjGYapmIu40&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PjGYapmIu40&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, thank you Larry, you hit the nail on the head for those asses of men who &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"walk around town with their pants on the ground with the gold in their mouth hat turned sideways..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Mary J. Bleiges' hair ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another also, I would seriously be distrubed if one day I am looking at MTV, BET or any music show and I see that song in a VIDEO!&amp;nbsp; That will be the day that PIGS WILL FLY!!!&amp;nbsp; But say what, that's America, anyone can literally be a STAR even if it's&amp;nbsp; a shooting star never to be seen from again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-3775344162453058712?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3775344162453058712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/pants-on-mudafreaking-ground.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/3775344162453058712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/3775344162453058712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/pants-on-mudafreaking-ground.html' title='Pants on the Mudafreaking GROUND!'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-2795505010320239040</id><published>2010-01-14T19:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T05:14:31.401+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This convo was emailed to me by a GF of mine, lol.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;He Says: says (3:08 PM):&lt;br /&gt;so my friend that I met on new years eve right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Says: says (3:09 PM):&lt;br /&gt;friend already? ok go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Says: says (3:10 PM):&lt;br /&gt;from the day I met her she's been carryin on about how she's got so much money and how she is balling out of control etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Says: says (3:10 PM):&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;this should be good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Says: says (3:10 PM):&lt;br /&gt;tellin me how she be up in the club with 2500 in hundreds in her purse etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Says: says (3:11 PM):&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;lmfao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Says: says (3:11 PM):&lt;br /&gt;how she is in the bar buying bottles of moet for 180 a piece etc&lt;br /&gt;and admittedly she has some nice things in her apartment.. but seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Says: says (3:12 PM):&lt;br /&gt;80% of our conversations is about her and her money and how she has all this money in the bank but she keeps a stack of hundreds in the safe in her apartment etc etc to which I'm like yawwwwn &lt;br /&gt;now comes the reason why people shouldn't lie or exaggerate their standing so get this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Says: says (3:13 PM):&lt;br /&gt;at the same time she's been bragging about all this money etc. her cell phone got turned off for non-payment.. so she was stressing about how she was gonna pay it so she had to dip into her rent money for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Says: says (3:13 PM):&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;lmfaoooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Says: says (3:13 PM):&lt;br /&gt;then she just called me complaining because she said she only has $25 to her name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Says: says (3:14 PM):&lt;br /&gt;she forgot what she told you:? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Says: says (3:14 PM):&lt;br /&gt;and how she is gonna have to break down and call her ex to ask him to help her pay her rent because "I know he'll give it to me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Says: says (3:14 PM):&lt;br /&gt;or was she dreaming lol lfmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Says: says (3:14 PM):&lt;br /&gt;lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Says: says (3:14 PM):&lt;br /&gt;ROTFL&lt;br /&gt;well yes&lt;br /&gt;hey X, I own the CN Tower lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Says: says (3:14 PM):&lt;br /&gt;and how she's gonna have to get a roomate because she can't pay the rent on her own&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Says: says (3:14 PM):&lt;br /&gt;what happen to de hundreds in the safe, she get robbed?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;rotfl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Says: says (3:15 PM):&lt;br /&gt;now take into account that she's only been in her apartment for 2 months with the first 2 months being rent free&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Says: says (3:15 PM):&lt;br /&gt;Accounted! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Says: says (3:15 PM):&lt;br /&gt;so now that she is going to have to pay it, the truth is coming out&lt;br /&gt;I knew she was full of shit cause she talks too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Says: says (3:15 PM):&lt;br /&gt;like niagara falls baby&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Says: says (3:15 PM):&lt;br /&gt;like she kept telling me about this dodge charger with the hemi engine that she drives around etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Says: says (3:15 PM):&lt;br /&gt;y0u should tell her that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Says: says (3:16 PM):&lt;br /&gt;but then when we met up somewhere she was driving an old saturn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Says: says (3:16 PM):&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;rotfl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Says: says (3:16 PM):&lt;br /&gt;so I'm like ummmm whey de charga?&lt;br /&gt;and she's like oh I don't have that anymore I turned it in when the lease was up cause I'm about to buy that new camaro on monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Says: says (3:16 PM):&lt;br /&gt;at the dealership waiting for someone with money to purchase it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Says: says (3:17 PM):&lt;br /&gt;and she's like I can get any car cause I got the money for it and if I need a co signer I got people that will jump to cosign for me etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Says: says (3:17 PM):&lt;br /&gt;so lease up and you hop into a 1989 whatever? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Says: says (3:17 PM):&lt;br /&gt;o I'm like ok thais great&lt;br /&gt;LMAO&lt;br /&gt;you are mad woman lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Says: says (3:17 PM):&lt;br /&gt;i'm just saying lol&lt;br /&gt;who does that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Says: says (3:17 PM):&lt;br /&gt;so that monday she goes to the dealership and calls me disappointed&lt;br /&gt;she needed a cosigner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Says: says (3:17 PM):&lt;br /&gt;lease up, you get into something hotter right then and there&lt;br /&gt;you don't walk out literally&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;ROTFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Says: says (3:18 PM):&lt;br /&gt;so I'm like ummm where are the people that you have at the ready&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Says: says (3:18 PM):&lt;br /&gt;where do you meet these wackos&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Says: says (3:18 PM):&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Says: says (3:18 PM):&lt;br /&gt;friends are fleeting/fleeing lol&lt;br /&gt;don't say that place lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Says: says (3:18 PM):&lt;br /&gt;lol these are probably guys that tell women shit like that to get in their pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Says: says (3:18 PM):&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOO, guys do that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Says: says (3:19 PM):&lt;br /&gt;wow i NEVER knew lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Says: says (3:19 PM):&lt;br /&gt;"yeah baby I got you no matter what you need just call your boy cause I'm hear for you baby.. Here lemme take these panties off baby"&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;no not imix lol&lt;br /&gt;I met her here in Detroit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Says: says (3:19 PM):&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;ok fine that other place lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Says: says (3:19 PM):&lt;br /&gt;I shoulda known she was weird when I met her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Says: says (3:19 PM):&lt;br /&gt;llmfaooooooooooo lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Says: says (3:20 PM):&lt;br /&gt;listen&lt;br /&gt;we were at the bar on nye&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know the woman was standing directly behind me.. so when I turned around to people watch our faces were face to face&lt;br /&gt;and she was like "dang you almost kissed me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Says: says (3:21 PM):&lt;br /&gt;and I was like "nah if I kissed you you'd be trying to buy me drinks and take me home" lol&lt;br /&gt;we laughed and kinda kept talking, much to the chagrin of the female I was there with&lt;br /&gt;but lawd.. this girl is a rel assclown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Says: says (3:22 PM):&lt;br /&gt;all she does is complain.. I'm like damn man I got bills too&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-2795505010320239040?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2795505010320239040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-convo-was-emailed-to-me-by-gf-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/2795505010320239040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/2795505010320239040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-convo-was-emailed-to-me-by-gf-of.html' title='This convo was emailed to me by a GF of mine, lol.'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-8662680185730946813</id><published>2010-01-10T04:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T04:00:29.788+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"If you like me in this position, you can watch me on your video phone!" Lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CGkvXp0vdng&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CGkvXp0vdng&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-8662680185730946813?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8662680185730946813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-you-like-me-in-this-position-you-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/8662680185730946813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/8662680185730946813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-you-like-me-in-this-position-you-can.html' title='&quot;If you like me in this position, you can watch me on your video phone!&quot; Lol'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-4435867119415273444</id><published>2010-01-10T00:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T00:01:24.805+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Keeping All the Single Black Ladies from Putting a Ring on It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.racewire.org/archives/2009/12/whats_keeping_all_the_single_black_ladies_from_putting_a_ring_on_it.html"&gt;What's Keeping All the Single Black Ladies from Putting a Ring on It?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-4435867119415273444?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.racewire.org/archives/2009/12/whats_keeping_all_the_single_black_ladies_from_putting_a_ring_on_it.html' title='What&apos;s Keeping All the Single Black Ladies from Putting a Ring on It?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/4435867119415273444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/whats-keeping-all-single-black-ladies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/4435867119415273444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/4435867119415273444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/whats-keeping-all-single-black-ladies.html' title='What&apos;s Keeping All the Single Black Ladies from Putting a Ring on It?'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-1420598235103843734</id><published>2010-01-09T07:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T07:06:48.184+01:00</updated><title type='text'>He's just not that into YOU!</title><content type='html'>Ladies if your man says he loves you then he:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lies to you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cheats on you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abuses you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steals from you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marries someone else&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wants to you be someone other than yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just be not the first to tell you, "he's just NOT that into you."&amp;nbsp; Matter-of-fact, he does not even like you.&amp;nbsp; So STOP the cowbawling and stop boring your friends with the same ongoing story about "how in the beginning he was great and ish ok!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;He does not like you.&amp;nbsp; He's just using you.&amp;nbsp; He hates who you are, hell,he does not even like himself.&amp;nbsp; So, forget about his sorry ass and move on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.s. I recommend the movie, wickedly hilarious!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-1420598235103843734?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1420598235103843734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/1420598235103843734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/1420598235103843734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html' title='He&apos;s just not that into YOU!'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-6266375930585058787</id><published>2010-01-07T16:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T05:17:52.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Do black men feel threatened</title><content type='html'>, when they see a black woman with a man of another race?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked myself this question after I was approached by&amp;nbsp;a rather "aggressive manchild" today.&amp;nbsp; I have dated men of various races, religions etc, I probably dated about 2 black men throughout my life and while I cannot say that I will never date another black man, at the moment, men of other races are the ones who I meet and have a good time with.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If there is a black man out there (and I'm sure there are many of you out there), on or close to my level who can go through a convo without cursing and stop talking about, "the man", who is educated, who has a career, own car, home, sexy, sense of humour etc, I would gladly go out with him, but I have not met many of those black men, so I date other races, and if that makes some of you black men feel like you have to say something to me when you see me out on the streets with&amp;nbsp;a man who does not have your skin color, do yourself a favour and just turn the other way and keep your mouth shut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is none of your business!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-6266375930585058787?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-1556960613447216002.post-4667723575266664457</id><published>2010-01-07T04:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T04:02:25.300+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you agree with this statement?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Women date men they feel superior to as a way NOT to get hurt?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-4667723575266664457?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/4667723575266664457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-you-agree-with-this-statement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/4667723575266664457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/4667723575266664457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-you-agree-with-this-statement.html' title='Do you agree with this statement?'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-8431825696755110142</id><published>2010-01-02T18:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T18:36:44.568+01:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Days in and already,</title><content type='html'>FOOLISHNESS!&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today, feeling super fine and wonderful, then I looked at my phone and WHOA, the "ex" sent me some foolish texts and one ridiculous voicemail, of course, were I the same person from 2009, lol, I would have already responded, but, since I am not that woman, lol, I will IGNORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some foolishness about "he's wondering if we can get back together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, have you ever heard some utter madness? &amp;nbsp;Of course you have. &amp;nbsp;I have already forgiven, I'm not ready for full on&amp;nbsp;dementia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-8431825696755110142?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8431825696755110142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-days-in-and-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/8431825696755110142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/8431825696755110142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-days-in-and-already.html' title='3 Days in and already,'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-8451997409715099038</id><published>2009-12-31T17:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:22:27.418+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Complicated</title><content type='html'>Those 2 words say a lot don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; has it an an option to describe your relationship etc. Many have gotten into trouble when they've selected that option, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, while I'm sure everyone has had some sort of complication in their relationship, I try to not have to use those words relationship wise. &amp;nbsp;Not that i've been complicated free, lol, of course not, I prefer not to have them however, we don't live in a perfect world now don't we :)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I watched the movie &lt;a href="http://www.itscomplicatedmovie.com/"&gt;It's Complicated&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and my goodness it was hilarious! What these classic actors did in this movie had the&amp;nbsp;theater&amp;nbsp;literally rolling on the floor. &amp;nbsp;I fully recommend it to everyone. &amp;nbsp;There was not a foul word throughout the entire movie and that was a great thing. &amp;nbsp;You know at times you go to a movie and you cringe because every other word is profanity, well, no such thing here. &amp;nbsp;It was amazing. &amp;nbsp;Alec Baldwin, is super! &amp;nbsp;His line after the first time they had sex since their divorce that made me bawl out in a fury of laughter as well as the entire&amp;nbsp;theater&amp;nbsp;was, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"I like that you've stopped waxing, you've gone NATIVE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; OMG, people were dying with laughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-8451997409715099038?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8451997409715099038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-complicated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/8451997409715099038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/8451997409715099038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-complicated.html' title='It&apos;s Complicated'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-2887779308616803246</id><published>2009-12-28T05:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T05:24:22.273+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boss and I</title><content type='html'>I've been getting to know my "boss" lol, now for a while now and hmmm, I do believe I'll stick around a little while longer to see just where it all goes. &amp;nbsp;Supposedly for the New Year, he's having this get together at his house and of course he's not invited, but rather TOLD me, that I MUST be there in no uncertain terms but I be a no-show and whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can officially say that he is no longer my boss since I've completed my contract for his company, and onto the next client, hmmm, I wonder if I'll meet another boss who wants to be my man lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know if this is illegal? &amp;nbsp;But seriously, I'm going to give this a chance, "fingers crossed."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-2887779308616803246?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2887779308616803246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/boss-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/2887779308616803246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/2887779308616803246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/boss-and-i.html' title='The Boss and I'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-1151088687511969994</id><published>2009-12-28T05:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T05:26:13.321+01:00</updated><title type='text'>When parents remarry</title><content type='html'>I have never seen my parents ever getting back together, and nothing was more evident that it will never happen more so then when I watched my mom waltz down the isle to marry her beau of the past 2 years. &amp;nbsp;She looked like a school girl, all happy, excited and full of not a care in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was dating my now ex, and we were in our third year of &lt;i&gt;"where the hell is this going" &lt;/i&gt;relationship and she sat me down and said, &lt;i&gt;"You know T, if you're in a meaningful relationship and the man never brings up a future, marriage, kids, etc, within 6months or even a year, you better start making other arrangements to meet and greet other men,"&lt;/i&gt; lol. &amp;nbsp;I didn't listen, I held out because, well, I'm one of those hopeful Helens, however, when she was dating this man and it came up on the 7month mark, I felt it was my duty to sit down with her and give her the same talk, lol. &amp;nbsp;To which she promptly stopped me and said, "I'm the mother, you do as I SAY!" &amp;nbsp;Well, I've never witnessed such bull in my life, however, lol, she' mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new daddy, lol flew 6 of us to the island of St. Bart's and the other fam members whoever wanted to attend had to pay their own way, lol, which I loved. &amp;nbsp;Got rid of the riff raft one time, lol and the cheapos and the ones for whom everything is a "OH MY GOODNESS would you look at how much that costs." &amp;nbsp;Ugghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can one say about this place? &amp;nbsp;Other than it's magical, regal, quiet, beautiful, with overly beautiful people prancing on and off the island. &amp;nbsp;If you ever get the opportunity, I strongly suggest you take it and enjoy this beautiful place. &amp;nbsp;Watch out for the low flying prop planes though......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have liked to post more pics, however, once my stupid drunk ass uncle started singing and dancing and picked me up and tossed me into the pool with my phone and camera in hand, needless to say, I have NO FRIGGING PICS to show!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Aunty K, if you're reading this will you kindly email me the pics please???*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6uLKzLuQKQ/SzgxOjPjXxI/AAAAAAAAACg/b7cmnWac5G0/s1600-h/stbarths01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6uLKzLuQKQ/SzgxOjPjXxI/AAAAAAAAACg/b7cmnWac5G0/s320/stbarths01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6uLKzLuQKQ/SzgxOkjy7XI/AAAAAAAAACk/QHHzgUIX5IU/s1600-h/watchout.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6uLKzLuQKQ/SzgxOkjy7XI/AAAAAAAAACk/QHHzgUIX5IU/s320/watchout.jpg" width="305" /&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/1556960613447216002-1151088687511969994?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1151088687511969994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-parents-remarry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/1151088687511969994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/1151088687511969994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-parents-remarry.html' title='When parents remarry'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6uLKzLuQKQ/SzgxOjPjXxI/AAAAAAAAACg/b7cmnWac5G0/s72-c/stbarths01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556960613447216002.post-1364894510251832177</id><published>2009-12-22T03:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T03:38:31.745+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping homicide, murder</title><content type='html'>What does the holidays do to some individuals?  I do not know nor do I want to know. Seemingly innocent people turn into wreckless lunatics when shopping.  Listen, if you're going to be a total T-Rex while shopping KEEP YOUR ASS HOME and shop online!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-1364894510251832177?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1364894510251832177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/shopping-homicide-murder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/1364894510251832177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/1364894510251832177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/shopping-homicide-murder.html' title='Shopping homicide, murder'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-3045489914499598386</id><published>2009-12-17T18:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T18:10:41.528+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch that's my toy</title><content type='html'>That was what was said in Toy-R-us yesterday, while I made my way to get some toys for godkids etc, out of no where this sweeping big, fat, pale skinned dark cloud ascended upon me and yanked the very toy out of my hand. &amp;nbsp;I seriously thought I was in a movie and out of no where someone would yell, "CUT, print, that's a wrap!" &amp;nbsp;But, of course not, it was real life. &amp;nbsp;And she had the nerve to walk off. &amp;nbsp;I am still in shock as to what has happened, so, I approached her as she's at the cash with her herd of brattlings, and I said, "excuse me mame, but I do believe you took that toy out of my leather clad hands." She said, "no I didn't." I laugh and I yanked it right back and she did and so we did back and forth until the manager came and I said, PLAY your damn security tape and see. &amp;nbsp;And long story short, I got the toy for my goddaughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb ass bitch! &amp;nbsp;I cannot tolerate what this season does to some, lol, yes, me included.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-3045489914499598386?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3045489914499598386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/bitch-thats-my-toy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/3045489914499598386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/3045489914499598386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/bitch-thats-my-toy.html' title='Bitch that&apos;s my toy'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-2874487614045237657</id><published>2009-12-15T18:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T18:27:17.107+01:00</updated><title type='text'>OhMiBod</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.topmarketingsites.info/"&gt;http://www.topmarketingsites.info&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe I need to get one of these, or several of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-2874487614045237657?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2874487614045237657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/ohmibod.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/2874487614045237657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/2874487614045237657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/ohmibod.html' title='OhMiBod'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-4179962045690528377</id><published>2009-12-15T18:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T18:11:12.409+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you sure you have the wrong room?</title><content type='html'>This was the question that was asked to a friends' friend of mine last night. &amp;nbsp;My girl met up with the stewardess friend last night at their hotel, anyhoo, everyone gets off on their assigned floors and my gfs' friend is attempting to open her room the first try doesn't work, so she readjusts herself and tries again, much to her surprise, there is a man sitting at his laptop, so the girl says, "ooh my, I'm sorry, I seem to have the wrong room." &amp;nbsp;The man who was looking at his laptop very intently says, "are you sure about that?" LOL &amp;nbsp;So, she heads out looks at the room number, and they head back to the front desk, anyway, the attendant apologizes and upgrades her to a beautiful suite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what would you have done, if you are in your room and hear your door being fiddled with would you not get up and see just what is going on? &amp;nbsp;Well apparently not this man. &amp;nbsp;My gf and her friend came up with their own explanation, and it's 'he was probably waiting for the call girl he ordered which is why he asked that question of "are you sure about that!" LOL'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-4179962045690528377?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/4179962045690528377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/are-you-sure-you-have-wrong-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/4179962045690528377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/4179962045690528377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/are-you-sure-you-have-wrong-room.html' title='Are you sure you have the wrong room?'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-5759283705001137056</id><published>2009-12-15T08:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T07:09:25.232+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I am now dating someone.</title><content type='html'>Well, after countless thoughts and over thinking, lol, I have decided to date my boss. &amp;nbsp;Not putting any demands and making no promises, however, I will just enjoy what ever it is we have and see where it takes us. &amp;nbsp;I however am not one to date for a long period of time and then break up having nothing to show for it but memories good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;If within 6 months I don't see any future, that's it, I'm back to my marathon dating. &amp;nbsp; Actually, I'm not going to totally give that up :) afterall I'll need something to blog, lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-5759283705001137056?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/5759283705001137056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-now-dating-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/5759283705001137056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/5759283705001137056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-now-dating-someone.html' title='I am now dating someone.'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-6611826138624666225</id><published>2009-12-14T04:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T04:35:11.505+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speed dating sites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toronto'/><title type='text'>4 questions women regularly ask me.</title><content type='html'>This is the just one of the many questions that was asked of me today by a few women who took the time to email me regarding my blog and my marathon dating style. &amp;nbsp;So, here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;First question: "Where do you meet the men you date and what type of man do you date?"&lt;br /&gt;Answer: &amp;nbsp;Firstly, I meet men any and everywhere I go. &amp;nbsp;I also speed date, I tend to read different news papers and check out what's happening in various neighborhoods. &amp;nbsp;Just because I'm a woman of color does not mean I can only attend soca/dancehall parties, hip hop/r'n'b type parties. &amp;nbsp;I like doing various things which take me out of my comfort zone, so I'm usually opened to doing a lot of things. &amp;nbsp;Here are a few sites for speed dating in Toronto,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.singleinthecity.ca/"&gt;http://www.singleinthecity.ca/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.25dates.com/"&gt;http://www.25dates.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.fastlife.ca/"&gt;http://www.fastlife.ca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of men I date are professionals, business owners, etc. &amp;nbsp;I am not into dating badboys, unemployed men etc. &amp;nbsp;I work hard for what I have so it's important for me to meet someone on my level, true I'm not going to marry the individual, but, you never know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Second question: &amp;nbsp;"Why do you date as you do?"&lt;br /&gt;Answer: &amp;nbsp;I date as I do because after dating someone for almost 6 years and it ended with nothing to show for it and after being alone for 2 years, I decided to just get myself back out there into the social swim of things, however, it was going to be my way or no way at all. &amp;nbsp;I enjoy dating different men and getting to know people. &amp;nbsp;It's not always as sexual as most people may think. &amp;nbsp;There are some genuinely great men out there, one may take only the time to look.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Third question: &amp;nbsp;"Are you sexual on the first date?"&lt;br /&gt;If I am going on a one-night stand date, well yes, however, I have stopped doing that. &amp;nbsp;I have a 5 date&amp;nbsp;minimum&amp;nbsp;before I sleep with someone, however, there are those times when I have met someone and the attraction has been impossible to not get some on the first date :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fourth question: &amp;nbsp;"Do you remain friends with these men and would you date them again?"&lt;br /&gt;Some men are still in my phone book and we call and go out frequently. &amp;nbsp;Naturally, there are those douchebags who are just not worth it after date one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it for the questions for today :) &amp;nbsp;But, check out some of those sites and google some stuff, you'll be amazed as to who you can meet in the line at the supermarket, movie theater, hospital, mall, take tour of a country club, golf course and step out of your comfort zone, dress well, have a great attitude, be positive, carry yourself like a queen and exude all the confidence in the world even if you are shaking in your heels or whatever it is you're wearing :) &amp;nbsp;Be bold, be brave and may the 'force be with you!!'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-6611826138624666225?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6611826138624666225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/type-of-men-i-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/6611826138624666225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/6611826138624666225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/type-of-men-i-date.html' title='4 questions women regularly ask me.'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-2743261203855854570</id><published>2009-12-13T20:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:24:08.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Supersonic night</title><content type='html'>I went on a date with a sweet Rican guy last night, and my gf Ana and her new beau accompanied us, firstly,it's freezing and she wore strappy&amp;nbsp;stilettos, you know what that meant? &amp;nbsp;If we were to stand in line, she could have gotten frost bite and possible toes fallen off, lol (I know extreme case).&lt;br /&gt;Well, I offered to drive my gf, her beau and myself to the spot and meet him there, there's something about me in my own car that's great comfort to me, it means I can leave whenever I want to :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we get there, everything is great, got a seat etc, yes, I said SEAT. &amp;nbsp;As I position myself and I look up, here comes Mr. GQ, "gawd dayum, I said as he made his way through the crowd," truly, I got moist instantly! &amp;nbsp;He's tall, well dressed, in shape, killer smile, great teeth awesome&amp;nbsp;demeanor etc. &amp;nbsp;He greeted me with that smile, tight hug and kiss, as his hands passed around my waist, he smoothed down and patted my behind...*teeheeeee*, I chuckled like a school girl :) and I kissed him back. &amp;nbsp;Mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He taught me to do all those amazing dances, I mean I'm a West Indian, our waistlines naturally move&amp;nbsp;independentally&amp;nbsp;to the rest of our body :). &amp;nbsp;It was a great date! &amp;nbsp;Excellent evening. &amp;nbsp;I kind of lost track of my gf and her man, but, they found me when it was time to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be seeing Mr. Rican for breakfast in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-2743261203855854570?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2743261203855854570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/supersonic-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/2743261203855854570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/2743261203855854570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/supersonic-night.html' title='Supersonic night'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-2520994903577186255</id><published>2009-12-13T05:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T05:28:11.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm off to the Salsa Club</title><content type='html'>Or shall I say, "my Rican date" :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-8336121393272746441</id><published>2009-12-13T04:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T04:26:10.992+01:00</updated><title type='text'>B. SCOTT PSA: HO-HAVE-A-SEAT</title><content type='html'>I Love, LOVE this Love Muffin, the Original Love Muffin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HO-Have-A-SEAT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;B. SCOTT PSA: HO-HAVE-A-SEAT&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; font-weight: normal; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pOEicMoJIlo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pOEicMoJIlo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1556960613447216002-8336121393272746441?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8336121393272746441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/b-scott-psa-ho-have-seat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/8336121393272746441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/8336121393272746441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/b-scott-psa-ho-have-seat.html' title='B. SCOTT PSA: HO-HAVE-A-SEAT'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-4936847901879905442</id><published>2009-12-13T03:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T03:35:04.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lol, you just have to laugh</title><content type='html'>I recently met this girl at work, who I believe to be bi-sexual. &amp;nbsp;Why, you may ask I say such, well reason being is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her walking by and always managing to touch me somehow, somewhere on my body, legs, shoulders, neck, almost lips, *yes, I know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her walking and rubbing up against me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always saying things like, "Hey, I know who/what I am and I know who/what I like and I have my type." &amp;nbsp;Always followed by her looking dead at me in my face and a wink, lol...and the thing with me is, when you stare, I don't back down until you do...so naturally she's probably thinking the same thing I am thinking about her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am tempted to approach her and ask her what her story is, but, I truly am not in the mood to have no female all up on me, I've been there done that and while it was nice, I'm not into pussy a lot. &amp;nbsp;Like her, I to have my "type" and she's just not it. &amp;nbsp;Lol, once or twice maybe 3 times for the year, but it's not on my menu regularly. &amp;nbsp;You feel me? :)&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/1556960613447216002-4936847901879905442?l=tinatroublemaker.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-1556960613447216002.post-2657834979101638127</id><published>2009-12-11T07:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T07:43:51.538+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Please you Moron</title><content type='html'>When you join a dating site, please, I beg you, PLEASEEEEEEEEEEE do not LIE about how you look, and your height and of course some other things. &amp;nbsp;Tonight, I had a dinner date with a guy I met while speeddating about 2 months ago. &amp;nbsp;In his profile he stated to being single for 2 years, and his words, "I've been single for 2 years 3 months and 2 days, I'm not saying I haven't been intimate with anyone, but no one special to call my woman and that's what I'm looking for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina: "do you have any kids, jobless, out on probation, crazy ex stalking you, anything like that?"&lt;br /&gt;Thomas: "lol, oh wow, you're funny. &amp;nbsp;I do have a job, I don't have any kids, not on probation, no ex to stalk me, we ended on a very good note, I'm really glad I met you though."&lt;br /&gt;Tina: "tell me somet...." *didn't even have time to finish the sentence&lt;br /&gt;((INTERRUPTED BY A WOMAN))&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "oh hi Thomas, how are you? &amp;nbsp;I see you're looking well, tell La Rene' *yea you read correctly, La Rene'* I said hi babes. &amp;nbsp;((and she walks off))&lt;br /&gt;He looks at me and I smile.&lt;br /&gt;Tina: "are we gonna order now?"&lt;br /&gt;.....about 30 mins later, his cell is going off every second, as soon as the vm picks up, it rings again, eventually I suggested he get the phone, lol&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think it was? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;That's right "La Rene' his GIRLFRIEND of 5&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;years"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I didn't stick around. &amp;nbsp;The last thing I need is some woman attacking me in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I tell you, men are nothing more than breathing walking&amp;nbsp;testosterone&amp;nbsp;receptacles!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which leads me to say this: "Ladies if you catch your man cheating with another woman, don't get mad at her, kick his ass instead, especially if he lied to the woman about not having a woman in his life etc. &amp;nbsp;Don't ever get all stupid and cause a scene with the woman, handle yourself with your man.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-2657834979101638127?l=tinatroublemaker.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-1556960613447216002.post-6315001393514154595</id><published>2009-12-10T06:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T06:34:40.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't care for porn</title><content type='html'>but hey, that's just me. &amp;nbsp;I have never been into it in a huge way, from time-to-time, if I'm dating someone, we'll sit and watch it for jokes and point out the fakeness of some of them etc, but, to sit, watch, masturbate and make "clarice" sing off to it, has never been a big deal for me. &amp;nbsp;I'm sure I'm not the only person, but somehow some pornos make me wanna gag, and not in a&amp;nbsp;pleasurable&amp;nbsp;way at all, if gagging is ever pleasurable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-6315001393514154595?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6315001393514154595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-care-for-porn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/6315001393514154595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/6315001393514154595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-care-for-porn.html' title='I don&apos;t care for porn'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-2432181365911648672</id><published>2009-12-10T06:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T06:35:36.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Black'on'Black</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine has a super photographer friend who did a series on himself called, "Black'on'Black', check out one of the pics :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6uLKzLuQKQ/SyCHjz3OUZI/AAAAAAAAACc/5hIKNIlwbrE/s1600-h/Black3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6uLKzLuQKQ/SyCHjz3OUZI/AAAAAAAAACc/5hIKNIlwbrE/s320/Black3.jpg" width="228" /&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/1556960613447216002-2432181365911648672?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2432181365911648672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/creative-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/2432181365911648672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/2432181365911648672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/creative-friends.html' title='Black&apos;on&apos;Black'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6uLKzLuQKQ/SyCHjz3OUZI/AAAAAAAAACc/5hIKNIlwbrE/s72-c/Black3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556960613447216002.post-7333148768962539045</id><published>2009-12-10T03:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T03:23:30.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm, 2 wonderful men</title><content type='html'>I had a great dinner with Mr. Italiano tonight. &amp;nbsp;He's hilarious and I love that about a man who can hold my attention, make me laugh and think. &amp;nbsp;It was a wonderful date, and hellooooo, he asked me out again, hmmmm. &amp;nbsp;I wonder if I should tell boss-wanna-be-my-man that lol? &amp;nbsp;Which reminds me, Boss-wanna-be-my-man seems to be of the envious type and I don't care much for that type, however, I can be wrong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-7333148768962539045?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7333148768962539045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/hmmmm-2-wonderful-men.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/7333148768962539045'/><link rel='self' 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and he's fully off the boat from St. Vincent! &amp;nbsp;Why brothas, why oh why do you feel you have to speak like Tony Soprano when clearly you are not qualified!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not EVER, EVER take God out your thoughts and hail me out especially when you DO NOT know my name and or who the heck I am! &amp;nbsp;I'm minding my own business and I'm hearing a sound, of course no one is addressing me so I will not answer, then all of a sudden he comes to me and says, "didn't you hear me calling you?" &amp;nbsp;I am with a group of colleagues, so naturally, I look at him and said, "now, listen to me, you do not know who I am, where I am from or what I am about. &amp;nbsp;I must tell you here and now infront of witnesses, I do not ever respond to "hey, baby, yo, honey, wsup ma' and stuff like that. &amp;nbsp;I'm not an around the way chic from your block so I suggest if you want to speak to &amp;nbsp;me, you take the time to approach me, like a gentleman, now I see that this may be a long shot, but try it anyway." &amp;nbsp;And I left him there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you are a store owner and you are shoveling snow from in front of your store, lol, please do not smoke weed while you are doing it, because the thing is you never know when or where a cop will show up, as in the case of the 7.11 owner tonight, he wasn't arrested, but he was given a ticket lol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-294992839698193427?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/294992839698193427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/negro-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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TO ANY OF YOU ON MY BLOG DON'T YOU DARE REPORT ANYTHING, I HAVE MADE THIS BLOG FOR ADULT CONTENT...SO BE ON YOUR WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6uLKzLuQKQ/Sx_FUn6gdmI/AAAAAAAAACU/NxsKOfilLig/s1600-h/him.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6uLKzLuQKQ/Sx_FUn6gdmI/AAAAAAAAACU/NxsKOfilLig/s1600/him.jpg" /&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/1556960613447216002-1769227930451444445?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1769227930451444445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-gf-ex-penislol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/1769227930451444445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/1769227930451444445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-gf-ex-penislol.html' title='My GF EX Penis...lol'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E6uLKzLuQKQ/Sx_FUn6gdmI/AAAAAAAAACU/NxsKOfilLig/s72-c/him.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1556960613447216002.post-728432161390881424</id><published>2009-12-09T07:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T07:52:47.329+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on previous post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/blackmail.html"&gt;Blackmail Post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While working my tush off today, I received call from the head hauncho of the company to come to his office. &amp;nbsp;As I took my time to gather myself and make sure my pants fit ever so perfectly and my jacket showed off my waistline nicely, I raised myself from my chair, opened the door and headed to the stairs, not the elevator, the stairs, and I walked up 10 flights of stairs, who am I to rush to see this scumbag.&lt;br /&gt;As I'm walking my heels are click clacking, next thing I'm imagining myself and the fling I had in the Bahamas, and "Clarice" begins to literally cry, you know what that means? &amp;nbsp;Detour to the womens washroom, 3 floors from the 20th floor, which was my next stop. &amp;nbsp;While in the washroom, I stuck my head into my personal bosses office, and he looks so&amp;nbsp;debonair, sitting at his desk in his gorgeous suit, shoes super clean, I clear my throat, he sees me and gives me this smile, again, "Clarice jumps" I smile back, and said, "don't work too hard" and I make my exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm on the 20th floor, I get into the office, he smiles at me, I smile back and simply said, "you requested my presence Mr. Saunders?" &amp;nbsp;He smiled, and said, "I did Tina, can we sit for a moment, I wish to discuss with you what you witnessed in the Caribbean." Lol &amp;nbsp;Long story short, he wanted to make sure I don't speak of this to anyone etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Mr. Saunders, I am very discreet, however, this type of secret has it's own way of making itself known,, now I have no intentions of telling anyone, however, what are you willing to do to make sure that does not happen?" &amp;nbsp;I tell you, it's a case of 'Sex and the City' lol. &amp;nbsp;He told me to give him an hour and he'll get back to me. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour went by and I am very happy. Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-728432161390881424?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/728432161390881424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/update-on-previous-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/728432161390881424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1556960613447216002/posts/default/728432161390881424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/2009/12/update-on-previous-post.html' title='Update on previous post'/><author><name>Tinaa T.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02635268613579887867</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-1556960613447216002.post-543556189139689581</id><published>2009-12-09T07:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T07:33:03.539+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>I'm in my condo looking out over the city and it looks, CLOUDY! &amp;nbsp;I see little&amp;nbsp;inklings&amp;nbsp;of snow, looking at my phone to call one of my many gentlemen to cuddle with me tonight, however, the way I'm feeling I'll lay under my covers and enjoy myself with and by my own self :) Lol. &amp;nbsp;You know how some men are, they wanna come and take over things! &amp;nbsp;Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times like this, I like to reminisce about great sexual times. &amp;nbsp;I have an ex, who was the most awesome lover. &amp;nbsp;Head to toe he'd make me shiver just by looking at me. &amp;nbsp;He ate pussy like he was a blue ribbon champion. &amp;nbsp;He was up for whatever, whenever, always pleasing. &amp;nbsp;Naturally there's a reason why he's an EX, and no &amp;nbsp;it's not my fault! &amp;nbsp;He cheated and cheated horribly. &amp;nbsp;When I'm with you, that's it, I'm with you. &amp;nbsp;But, he never saw it that way, eventually I just could not be an option. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the ex who wanted me to be a lesbian just to satisfy his own lustful intentions, and that didn't work. &amp;nbsp;Now, I've had my share of women and it was nice, but it's not on my menu every night. &amp;nbsp;However, he too was, O.M.F.G. wicked in bed...to quote, "SHABBA!!" lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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everytime I look at my phone and or answer my phone. &amp;nbsp;Seriously, these parasites are going to make me change all email addresses and phone numbers if this keeps up. &amp;nbsp;(AND I KNOW YOU MOFOS ARE READING THE BLOG, YES, I'M TALKING ABOUT YOU GUYS!!!) &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*love you guys anyway :P*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoke to the Italian gentleman today :) had a great convo and fantasized a bit while he was talking to me about all the things he has the potential to do. &amp;nbsp;Hmmm, &lt;i&gt;"Clarice girllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll, hahaaaaaaaaaaaa" &amp;nbsp;You know I have to wonder what people did before the internet and blogging! &amp;nbsp;Lol, ahhhh gone of the days of the pen to paper in the great journal with the infamous (flimsy lock'n'key) :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Spoke to the boss-who-wanna-be-my-man today, and he was so sweet. &amp;nbsp;He reminded me to think about our convo and to know that he will do right by me etc. &amp;nbsp;Well, I'm sorry if I don't fall for that line and let my panties fall to the floor, *oops wait, I don't wear those things*, but you get my point! &amp;nbsp;The last man who said to me, "I promise to treat you like the queen you are, etc, etc, etc," he turned out to be, what else but a cheat and ah huge ass LIAR!! &amp;nbsp;Good thing I'm not bitter huh ?Lol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-1445678192849014992?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1445678192849014992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-1556960613447216002.post-8318105300343889551</id><published>2009-12-07T20:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T20:37:04.398+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Excellent brunch date</title><content type='html'>Sometime last week I met an Italian man, who is very much into us black women, 'go figure'.&amp;nbsp; The date was amazing I truly cannot remember having such an extraordinary first date in a loong loooong time.&amp;nbsp; He asked if he can take me out to dinner Wednesday evening, of course I said yes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1556960613447216002-8318105300343889551?l=tinatroublemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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