<?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-10019310</id><updated>2011-09-04T06:15:14.193-04:00</updated><category term='graduation'/><title type='text'>Cutey's Domain</title><subtitle type='html'>Just your avg chick living life in the ATL. Could love be around the corner?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-1761780848514901592</id><published>2011-05-17T16:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T16:57:18.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>catch up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h-aBwPvolmI/TdLgM-naMsI/AAAAAAAAAKc/e7bBKV2VU3A/s1600/194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h-aBwPvolmI/TdLgM-naMsI/AAAAAAAAAKc/e7bBKV2VU3A/s320/194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607790999601033922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow! where has the time gone! well as you know, i suck at blogging. lol. right now i'm chillin in Iraq and will be home in about 3months. i'm so excited! i went home for R&amp;R in March and had a great time. i decided to take a 5day trip to Hawaii at the spur of the moment. life is too short ya know? let me tell ya, it was absolute paradise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still plan on turning this blog into a search for love blog, but its kinda difficult to do that from here (especially since i don't date military men).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did learn one lesson while i was home though. me &amp; a guy friend of mine were kinda talking about dating each other when i got home. wedid end up going out, but we decided we were on 2 different paths and friends we will stay. the only thing i regret is that i figured we would hang out the whole time i was home for R&amp;R. i didn't have a back up in place so when things didn't work out between us, i tried to set up last minute dates with other dudes. unfortunately, it was too last minute and i was due to fly back in a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i get back home for good, i'm going to do the multiple dating thing. i think sometimes we as women put all our eggs in one basket, and then end up disappointed in the end. multiple dating would allow us to not get too attached to a guy. the more i think about it, the more i like the idea! i remember a friend telling me that "a man don't want someone that noone else wants". They told me to think about that bugaboo that always calls you even when u never call them and ignore their phone calls. the more you ignore them...the more they call. i had to admit, she had a point there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, thats all i got right now. hopefully time flies and i'll be back in GA b4 ya know it. I'm going to leave off with a pic of me in Honolulu, HI. I hope to visit there again soon. ALOHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-1761780848514901592?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/1761780848514901592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=1761780848514901592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/1761780848514901592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/1761780848514901592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2011/05/catch-up.html' title='catch up...'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h-aBwPvolmI/TdLgM-naMsI/AAAAAAAAAKc/e7bBKV2VU3A/s72-c/194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-2679833593318030716</id><published>2010-10-07T15:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T16:15:50.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Day..</title><content type='html'>so since i will be turning this blog into "my journey to love" blog, i figured i might as well give some background info so you know how i got to this -&gt;point&lt;- (ha!).  so lets take it back to high school...circa 1997..rockin my wrap, jeans, t-shirts, and k-swiss (yeah, i wasn't exactly a *fashionista* back then). i was an utter and complete nerd. i would call myself the 'wallflower'.  i never talked in high school. i sat in the library during lunch period (when you're not part of any clique, where exactly are you gonna sit?).  i never attended any sporting events or dances save for senior prom (which i went by myself).  yeah...i was pretty unpopular and unnoticed. i actually kinda liked it that way because i hated attention. i had maybe a couple of acquaintances and that pretty much sums of my high school years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that you have a picture in your head of me in high school (pathetic) you can pretty much figure out my how my so-called 'love life' was (what love life?) lol. well then, enters college. i had decided to attend alabama a&amp;amp;m univ (HBCU) which is 4hrs away from home.  here,  noone knew me. here is when it finally happen...i actually decided to .....*wait for it*.... talk!  i actually met real friends here (not just acquaintances) and dare i say it.....had fun.  i came out of my shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will never forget the first few day of freshmen week. i was walking down the 'block' learning where my classes would be when this dude starts "psssss" at me. now, nothing irks me more now than for a grown azz man to 'psss' at me instead of walking up to talk to me like a freakin human being, but i was just a mere 17yrs old then so i didn't find it insulting. lol. anyhoo, where was i.....ah yes...so i remember turning around and thinking "is he trying to get my attention?".  why yes he was actually!   he walks up to me and ask my name and could he call me sometime. now picture my face with a shocked expression. i could not believe a dude actually wanted to talk to me! now mind you...i don't think i actually had low self-esteem (at least not any lower than the avg teenage girl), but when you go through all of high school without so much as a hint of male interest, you pretty much don't even think about it happening.  we talked for a few months and that was that. he wasn't the only dude i met so i got to date and meet new people.   from that 1st semester, i actually figured out that 1)i was cute 2) my style game had to step up (no more jeans and big ol tshirts) and 3) there'ss alot i had to learn about men!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-2679833593318030716?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/2679833593318030716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=2679833593318030716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/2679833593318030716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/2679833593318030716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2010/10/back-in-day.html' title='Back in the Day..'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-8811912428483410113</id><published>2010-10-06T15:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T15:47:59.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Change is Gonna Come...</title><content type='html'>(blows dust off this sucker) ahh man! i haven't did any blogging in 4ever! i guess i should give an update. right now i am stationed somewhere in south Iraq for a year deployment. working 12hrs everyday sucks, but it is what it is. while i sit at my desk bored most of the day, i start thinking (what else are you gonna do for 12hours!) about changing this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i am 30 (soon to be 31 this month) I think this would be a good time to chronicle my love life (or lack of one).  unfortunately, this deployment has me putting it on hold for now until i return to the states in July 2011. (and no i don't date military men...because 1-they are too young, 2- most are married, and 3-most cheat on their spouses).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, during my sabbatical from dating, i plan on doing some traveling. i'm going to hawaii alone in march for my R&amp;amp;R. the book 'eat, pray, love' really inspired me to do some solo traveling because if you sit around waiting for other people, you'll end up doing nothing. i'll probably post some pics here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats all for now be blessed. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-8811912428483410113?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/8811912428483410113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=8811912428483410113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/8811912428483410113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/8811912428483410113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2010/10/change-is-gonna-come.html' title='A Change is Gonna Come...'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-5305448538304350911</id><published>2010-01-02T21:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T16:23:18.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Me On The Equinox</title><content type='html'>hello everyone. haven't blogged in like forever. lol. i'm still in the army doing my thang. we are set to deploy to iraq in july 2010. so that will be interesting. anyhoo, thats all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;be blessed! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-5305448538304350911?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/5305448538304350911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=5305448538304350911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/5305448538304350911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/5305448538304350911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2010/01/meet-me-on-equinox.html' title='Meet Me On The Equinox'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-3507042186046314652</id><published>2009-07-05T01:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T01:09:04.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>testify</title><content type='html'>man...i have not felt like writing and i still don't...but i might as well give some kind of update so here goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see.... i joined the army, went through basic training, and now i am in TRADEDOC (job training) in fort gordon, ga. if basic training was suppose to represent 'hell', job training school represents 'purgatory'. this place SUCKS. alot of people go AWOL here and i can't blame them. luckily, i graduate in one week and then i get my orders for my active duty station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one reason i joined the army was to travel and visit new places. however, my temporary orders have my active duty station as being fort gordon, ga (this hellhole where i am at now). out of all the places in the world to go...i'm staying here . there is this one dude in my class who is a total shytbag and is trying to get kicked out the army and his active duty station is ....hawaii (the irony).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i started my army career, i have never been around so much suicide or suicidal people in all my life! i'm guessing that the military is a last resort for alot of these kids. last week a dude tried to jump off the 3rd floor and a lady soldier at another company killed herself. even during basic training we had a guy try to hang himself in the shower in the middle of the night. luckily, the fire guards (which is really suicide watch) saved his life. after that incident, whenever i had fireguard and someone went to the bathroom, i would follow to make sure noone was hanging themselves in the showers (yeah i became a little paranoid). i know of more stories, but i think i'll stop now. the shyt gets depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fyi:&lt;/strong&gt; the army has the highest suicide rate out of all militarys. my basic training pastor even had the church fasting because last year, more soliders died of suicide than died in war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see..what else. the army is full of skanks. yeah i said it! both male and females skanks. everyone is sleeping with each other. it don't matter if they are married or in relationships or have kids. i would say about 10% are actually faithful to their significant others. and dare i say that the women are worse! its way more males than females here so alot of these low self-esteem girls are getting attention that they otherwise probably wouldn't get. they are buckwild! i just wanna grab them and scream "have some respect for yourself... you are just convenient booty!" maybe its because i'm old...but i see right through these dudes. i'll stay single, thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fyi:&lt;/strong&gt; fort gordon has a high STD rate (surprise, surprise).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, thats all i gotta say. i haven't taken any photos in a while since i left my digital at home. i got some on a cheap camera i bought that i need to develop as soon as i remember where i put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be blessed! :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-3507042186046314652?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/3507042186046314652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=3507042186046314652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/3507042186046314652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/3507042186046314652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2009/07/testify.html' title='testify'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-1686343023575188623</id><published>2009-06-21T11:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:05:34.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicide (she seemed so alive)</title><content type='html'>I dedicate this to every breathing thing in despair.  May you ascend to the place where you truly belong, and once there, may you connect to your true peace and reunite with the &lt;em&gt;authenticity&lt;/em&gt; that &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing on Earth more beautiful and more profound than &lt;em&gt;you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Passion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And divinity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keep breathing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keep breathing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keep breathing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every single word I wrote for &lt;em&gt;you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;Darnella Ford&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-1686343023575188623?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/1686343023575188623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=1686343023575188623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/1686343023575188623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/1686343023575188623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2009/06/suicide-she-seemed-so-alive.html' title='Suicide (she seemed so alive)'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-5611879241165216639</id><published>2009-01-24T12:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T13:09:35.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Runaway Train</title><content type='html'>okay...after graduating from college i told myself i would start blogging again...mission failed. lol. i have literally been sitting on my butt waiting until i leave for boot camp. well, i am happy to say i will be leaving for boot camp on monday jan 26th for 9 weeks and 4 days. i'm excited and petrified. i will be at fort jackson in columbia, sc.  then, i will goto job training at fort gordon for 18 weeks.  i chose "mulitchannel transmission systems operator maintainer" (thats a mouthfull) in the communications field mainly because they offered a $20,000 bonus and financial technician wasn't available. so there you have it.   one day i hope to blog about my hatred of public transportation and the bums &amp;amp; psychos that come along with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, blog ya later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be blessed!  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-5611879241165216639?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/5611879241165216639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=5611879241165216639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/5611879241165216639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/5611879241165216639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2009/01/runaway-train.html' title='Runaway Train'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-1180287334393232771</id><published>2008-12-19T20:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T20:27:18.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Moons</title><content type='html'>so i'm on a certain message board and came across what a girl named tati wrote below.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On my commute to work..I had a thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dont think men these days like women. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dont mean that are batting for the other team or something...I just dont think they care for women too much. Just this generation of men....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They would rather play video games..then go on a date. They don't really call like they should. They dont wanna spend no money..not because they are broke..just because they don't want to. LMAO! They think chivalry is ancient.....and they are all into self. Romance has long been dead....and they are just self-serving. self-righteous, bastards. They aren't worried about building with a woman. They don't care about love or companionship until they are old and gray and realized they wasted the vast majority of their 20's and 30's being "carefree" when that coulda been the time to cultivate a few good relationships. They are either so career driven they feel like women are a "distraction" or "not needed"...or they are so lazy they feel women are a "a way to come up". Sex is just an activity to fill a void.....making love isn't really there anymore. They are more picky about the kind of woman they want...and won't "settle". Not that settling is a good thing...but it's like they are trying to attain something totally impossible.....They would rather engage in self-destructive behaviour (cheating, one night stands, long standing affairs that dont materialize into commitment, just shaking up....)... rather than forging a healthy relationship. They say stupid sh*t like "Marriage aint for me" or "I cant be faithful to one chick". How do you know if you never really TRY and put forth any effort?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Finally someone put into words what i've been trying to express for a while now! i think thats probably why there is not one dude i'm remotely interested in. i would think i was a lesbian, except i'm not interested in women either. maybe i'm an asexual?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;anyhoo, i think i graduated! yes, i said that right... THINK! lol. graduation was monday, but our teachers have until wednesday to post our grades. ga state univ will mail us our diplomas ..so here is hoping for a nicely wrapped diploma for christmas. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;so basically i'm chillin for the moment until i figure out whats next for me. i'm still thinking about joining the military. the fact that they'll pay off my student loan is a HUGE incentive for me. i took the asvab today and got a 90 out of a possible 99. i wondered why ol' dude looked at me funny when he gave me my test results in the envelope. i figured either i did really good or really bad. lol. tuesday i'm suppose to do my physical at meps and leave for bct in february tentatively. i'll keep yall posted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;lets see what else is up with me....oh yeah, i was going to go to the eric roberson concert tonight at sugar hill, but i gotta be at work at 9am tomorrow so i said "funk it". i finished all my christmas shopping this year and even bought me a few items. i can't believe i bought 2 pair of jeans, and 4 shirts for $85 at the mall. i guess thats the only good thing about the recession...you get clothes for the low low. i took the bus to the mall (my car is still sittin on bricks) and 2 black dudes walked up. one of them asked me "excuse me, whats your nationality"? i looked at him like he was crazy and he proceed to ask me if i was african- american. i said, "yeah, do i look puerto rican or something"? lol. apparently, he thought i was somalian. i guess the afro puff made me look very "ethnic"...thats kinda cool. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;thats my update for now. stay tuned for my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"i hate MARTA chronicles: the evils of public transportation"&lt;/span&gt; coming to a blog near you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;be blessed! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color:Red;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-1180287334393232771?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/1180287334393232771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=1180287334393232771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/1180287334393232771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/1180287334393232771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-im-on-certain-message-board-and-came.html' title='Many Moons'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-856637085130110173</id><published>2008-10-20T16:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:07:57.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They Say Vision</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/SP0c_bbpuOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5lEI78d5cgw/s1600-h/oct+2008a+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259391815859681506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/SP0c_bbpuOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5lEI78d5cgw/s200/oct+2008a+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey yall. long time no see. i have been so busy with trying to graduate this semester that i don't have time to blog as much as i'd like to. anyhoo, here's a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;school:&lt;/strong&gt; i am so stressed out!! i have group projects thats worth 50% of my grade (of course i seem to be the only group member that gives a flying funk)! strangely, this semester all my teachers give tests on the same days! i can't BS and wait until the day before the test to study anymore. school is kickin my yellow butt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;work: &lt;/strong&gt;nothing much to report here. the dude i almost got into a fight with is giving me the silent treatment. whateva gets you through the day bruh. i only work weekends now because i got too much school crap to do. every weekend i comeback, another brotha gets fired. those are the breaks i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;personal: &lt;/strong&gt;i went to see Res in concert at sugarhill this pass weds. my homeboy invited me and we had a great time. its weird because he's a brotha who LOVES rock n roll music. i mean the entire time we were in the car, we listened to queen, soundgarden, and other rock music i'm not familar with. it was cool. i can rock out too! lol. the Res concert was great! i knew her name but never heard her music. she's like a hiphop rocker. no wonder my homey loved it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me &amp;amp; my other homeboy plan on doing 'dialog in the dark'. no...thats not some freaky play on words. lol. its this cool exhibit where you are taken in complete darkness to walk a path while being led by a blindperson. its sounds so interesting! i heard it was life-changing on the radio so i'll report back how it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo..thats my update for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be blessed :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-856637085130110173?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/856637085130110173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=856637085130110173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/856637085130110173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/856637085130110173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2008/10/they-say-vision.html' title='They Say Vision'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/SP0c_bbpuOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5lEI78d5cgw/s72-c/oct+2008a+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-429164295333180091</id><published>2008-08-27T17:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:52:12.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Scared</title><content type='html'>i was going to blog about how me &amp;amp; this dude at work almost got into a fight and how i ain't no punk(even though i'm 5'2 and he's 6'0) and how we throw them bows in the dec (decatur), and i ain't a killer,but don't push me (thank 2pac for that one), but i'm so over that situation. the moral of the story is that i'm nice, but don't try me, and i don't play that disrespect and if you even think about hitting me i'll go ape shyt on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, moving on.  school started back last week.  as you may or may not know...i graduate this semester *pause to do the cabbage patch*! i have 4 classes and they are the hardest i have taken so far at ga state. i don't know why i didn't save my elective classes for the last semster of school. i could be taking wine tasting 101, swimming 101, etc.  instead, i am taking audit, tax, business stragety, and financial assurance.  i have a few group project which suck, but whatcha gonna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yall, i'm so confused about what i wanna do with my pathetic life.  here are a few options:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;option 1:&lt;/em&gt; become an accountant, even though its boring and live a boring life in atlanta, and marry some boring guy and have boring children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;option 2:&lt;/em&gt; join the military and travel around the world, but be broke and risk going to Iraq and dying in a war thats not about freedom but about oil &amp;amp; greed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;option 3:&lt;/em&gt;  join the peace corp, grow freeforming locs, and teach in africa and  still be broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;option 4:&lt;/em&gt;  hmmm...can't think of one at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats a girl to do?  lets hope i figure it out by december.&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, thats all for now. 'til next time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be blessed. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-429164295333180091?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/429164295333180091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=429164295333180091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/429164295333180091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/429164295333180091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2008/08/never-scared.html' title='Never Scared'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-3482557264038498455</id><published>2008-07-31T13:23:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:10:40.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruel Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/SJH4yDuDwjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Y24J7uz8rnw/s1600-h/DSCI0681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229234181229494834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/SJH4yDuDwjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Y24J7uz8rnw/s320/DSCI0681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/SJH2EXvy2kI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QR2ymR6RLQ8/s1600-h/DSCI0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229231197308246594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/SJH2EXvy2kI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QR2ymR6RLQ8/s320/DSCI0720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just a quick update. me &amp;amp; my homey went to the fox theatre to see oprah presents 'the color purple'. we had a great time! of course we had a lil drama before actually going to the play. if you know me...you will know that all i have in my closet is tshirts and jeans and one little church dress. yeah i know i suck. lol. so an hour b4 the play me &amp;amp; my homey had to ride out to find a cute dress. of course he is like a typical guy and said "just pick whatever'. so i proceed to pick up a cute pink dress and he was like "i hate it"{insert my side eye} . so i said, "shawty... you pick out what you want me to wear". he picks out this dress (and the shoes) and i have to admit he did a pretty good job. i would have never picked out this dress but i like it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyhoo, we had a great time and i decided might as well post pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be blessed :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-3482557264038498455?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/3482557264038498455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=3482557264038498455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/3482557264038498455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/3482557264038498455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2008/07/cruel-summer.html' title='Cruel Summer'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/SJH4yDuDwjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Y24J7uz8rnw/s72-c/DSCI0681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-4062772014368207300</id><published>2008-07-11T15:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:12:38.161-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming My Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221842610465124898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/SHe2MA3FsiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/wP7y0W5nbw4/s320/6-26-08disney+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/SHe2MT2uJQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/mVKwuAqaMlw/s1600-h/6-26-08disney+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221842615563855106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/SHe2MT2uJQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/mVKwuAqaMlw/s320/6-26-08disney+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; man...i truly SUCK at blogging! lol. i've just been working trying to save up loot for a new car. plus, my computer has been acting up lately. well, this will be just a quick update. i told you guys that my dad was taking me, my brothers, and the babies to disney world. we had alot of fun as you can see from the above pics. disney truly is the place where dreams come true! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see what else is new... well i had a crush on a dude at work. i think he likes me too cause he always hanging around, but thats already over. at my job, everyone is in your business, plus you should never mix business and pleasure. so we are just cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i also had an interesting dream like a week after i wrote my last blog. now most of my dreams are pretty silly. i tend to dream about celebrities probably because i watch to much tv. well on this particular night i was dreaming i was at a party with diddy and all of a sudden a black nun disrupted the dream. she said "yes, you are gonna get married". then, she showed me the person i was gonna marry and i remember thinking "oh him". the person seemed familiar to me. and one second later,i cant remember who she showed me. next, she said "you're going to have a daughter". now yall know in my last blog i said i wanted boys. she told me some other stuff that probably want make sense to you guys..like why i was going to be married and stuff like that. i woke up shocked. so we will see if she was right. i told my homeboy about the dream and he had jokes talking bout "were u watching Sister Act?". that was funny. lol. this lady at work who claims to interpret dreams told me the nun was an angel and that i should not party because that would be a distraction (yeah, like i'm a party animal *satire*). so we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..there's really nothing else to report. i have 4 more classes until i graduate and get the heck out of dodge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be blessed. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-4062772014368207300?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/4062772014368207300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=4062772014368207300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/4062772014368207300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/4062772014368207300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2008/07/dreaming-my-dreams.html' title='Dreaming My Dreams'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/SHe2MA3FsiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/wP7y0W5nbw4/s72-c/6-26-08disney+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-3219486835384161434</id><published>2008-05-30T12:31:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:15:42.003-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><title type='text'>A Life Worth Living</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/SEAsSQE2-vI/AAAAAAAAAEg/i8I6jmiwuKY/s1600-h/5-22-08grad+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/SEAsSQE2-vI/AAAAAAAAAEg/i8I6jmiwuKY/s320/5-22-08grad+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206209861304908530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/SEAsGQE2-uI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZkCF30dJefs/s1600-h/5-22-08grad+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/SEAsGQE2-uI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZkCF30dJefs/s320/5-22-08grad+037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206209655146478306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really getting old. my niece just graduated from high school and i'm so proud of her! she looks older than me. lol. i'm just so glad that she grew up to be a nice, classy young lady (her mother is a little hood-ish). speaking of her mother, why did she not come to her first born child's graduation?  that is so shady. anyhoo, my aunt, uncle, and cousins came down for the festivities. we had a graduation party for her and she displayed all of her artwork (the girl can draw)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s231.photobucket.com/albums/ee317/atlcutey20/?action=view&amp;current=5-22-08grad020-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee317/atlcutey20/5-22-08grad020-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i'm still single. i just started reading a book titled "what to do until love finds you". you know you are becoming the old lady in the shoe when you start buying self-help books. lol. naw, i'm joking...kinda.  however, i do believe love will find me oneday. i believe that God talks to us through our intuition we just have to listen.  my intuition tells me that i will be married oneday, but he does not live in the state of Georgia. lol. i know that sounds weird, but thats the feeling i get. i still plan on moving come january and i'm getting more anxious each day closer. my intuition also tells me i'm going to have 3 boys and they all are going todo extraordinary things. okay.... so thats what every parent believe about their kid, but so do i. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also very excited about traveling. the plan is to travel to a different destination overseas every year starting in 2009. my coworker told me about this fabulous tour group called Trafalagar Tours. she goes on a trip every year alone but she feels safer because she's in a group. i really want to go to jerusalem, so we'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright thats enough updating for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be blessed yall.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-3219486835384161434?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/3219486835384161434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=3219486835384161434' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/3219486835384161434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/3219486835384161434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-worth-living.html' title='A Life Worth Living'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/SEAsSQE2-vI/AAAAAAAAAEg/i8I6jmiwuKY/s72-c/5-22-08grad+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-1560839220447472658</id><published>2008-05-12T17:24:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:34:59.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amerykahn Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/SCi3eOyejyI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/wPpb-ue6NVs/s1600-h/DeadPresidents-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/SCi3eOyejyI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/wPpb-ue6NVs/s320/DeadPresidents-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199607499793010466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i've been gone for a minute. alot of shyt went down between now and my last blog. the semester is over so i'm just working for the summer. i'm still set to graduate in dec 2008 and i still plan on moving in january. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, (trying to keep the story short) i got a bullshyt azz ticket and had to goto court to defend myself and i learned alot about the justice system. i learned that: &lt;strong&gt;1) if you don't have money, you are automatically seen as guilty&lt;/strong&gt;. in ameriKKKa, you can buy your freedom if you got money. which is why people who have committed serious crimes that affect thousand of people such as the enron ceo &amp; associate don't serve a day, but the 19yr girl who was driving someone else's car which had coke in it, got sentenced to 25years in jail and had a 1 million dollar bail set (true story). tell me if thats fair? if you can't afford a lawyer, you're just shyt out of luck. &lt;strong&gt;2)you are guilty until proven innocent&lt;/strong&gt;. this stupid azz cop had no evidence against me and even lied on the ticket which i proved. she gonna say she assumed i did it. since when can cops give out tickets/arrest people on what u assume happened? thats bullshyt! the moment i stood up there, i was already seen as guilty. i never had a chance.&lt;strong&gt;3) you need to know your rights.&lt;/strong&gt; alot of us are naive to our rights. when the cop walked up to me, i didn't know what was going on. she just walked up to me asking questions, and i'm looking all confused. in the words of former dc mayor marion barry "bitch, set me up"! the way that ish went down was not cool. a cop can just make up anything about you and you will be found guilty. i'm already conviced that most assholes grow up to become cops. i know about the stories in the news (cop killing the groom, cop killing the 92yr old woman),but now that i witness it, i don't trust cops and i don't trust the justice system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in lighter news, i think i bought more cds this year then in the last 10 years. i am crazzzzzyyy about this new guy that i discovered recently. his name is vikter duplaix and his 'bold &amp; beautiful' album is the ish! i absolutely love it so if you haven't heard of him check him out. his music speaks to me. i think he's my soulmate. lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s231.photobucket.com/albums/ee317/atlcutey20/?action=view&amp;current=vikter.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee317/atlcutey20/vikter.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my other favorite albums that i bought include: teedra moses, janet jackson, erykah badu, danity kane. i'm gonna get usher's new one and rahbi album. i hardly ever buy cds. i must be feelin the music lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also going to disney world june 18th-june 21st. yay! lol. my dad is taking me, my brothers, and my six nieces/nephews there and paying for everything.  i'm such a big kid. i love rollercoasters. i'll be sure to bring back lots of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s231.photobucket.com/albums/ee317/atlcutey20/?action=view&amp;current=disney.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee317/atlcutey20/disney.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as far as date life? no comment. i could talk about a dude, but more than likely i won't be talking to him next week so i'm not gonna waste space here. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright thats my update for now. &lt;br /&gt;be blessed. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-1560839220447472658?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/1560839220447472658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=1560839220447472658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/1560839220447472658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/1560839220447472658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2008/05/amerykahn-promise.html' title='Amerykahn Promise'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/SCi3eOyejyI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/wPpb-ue6NVs/s72-c/DeadPresidents-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-2294453707360617274</id><published>2008-03-07T16:37:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:14:07.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastic Voyage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/R9G45gfpDOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ou_o-ezsX48/s1600-h/GA+Aquarium+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175120744940113122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/R9G45gfpDOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ou_o-ezsX48/s320/GA+Aquarium+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/R9G33gfpDHI/AAAAAAAAADI/HcDq3t4DKaE/s1600-h/GA+Aquarium+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175119611068746866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/R9G33gfpDHI/AAAAAAAAADI/HcDq3t4DKaE/s320/GA+Aquarium+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/R9G33wfpDII/AAAAAAAAADQ/ZIDs4Z_Tvq4/s1600-h/GA+Aquarium+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175119615363714178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/R9G33wfpDII/AAAAAAAAADQ/ZIDs4Z_Tvq4/s320/GA+Aquarium+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/R9G34gfpDJI/AAAAAAAAADY/eSVJCyX4J5M/s1600-h/GA+Aquarium+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175119628248616082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/R9G34gfpDJI/AAAAAAAAADY/eSVJCyX4J5M/s320/GA+Aquarium+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/R9G35AfpDKI/AAAAAAAAADg/dVpV01Kb0wo/s1600-h/GA+Aquarium+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175119636838550690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/R9G35AfpDKI/AAAAAAAAADg/dVpV01Kb0wo/s320/GA+Aquarium+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/R9G35wfpDLI/AAAAAAAAADo/Wkd5kdQ6q_c/s1600-h/GA+Aquarium+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175119649723452594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/R9G35wfpDLI/AAAAAAAAADo/Wkd5kdQ6q_c/s320/GA+Aquarium+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so since i'm on spring break, i decided to hit up the Ga Aquarium. man, i had a great time. i went by myself because you know if i had waited for someone to go with me or had they money together, i would never end up going. my next solo trip is to south africa! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, here are some pics from my trip. i took over a 100pics but here are my favorites. check out my photography skillz!(in order: pirahna (sp?), beluga whale, fish in dark, cool fish pic, jellyfish, huge turtoise, african penguin, huge fish tank). be blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-2294453707360617274?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/2294453707360617274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=2294453707360617274' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/2294453707360617274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/2294453707360617274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2008/03/fantastic-voyage.html' title='Fantastic Voyage'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/R9G45gfpDOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ou_o-ezsX48/s72-c/GA+Aquarium+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-6820426630912599028</id><published>2008-03-04T18:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T19:30:00.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/R83f-f82YOI/AAAAAAAAADA/irFSanH9dig/s1600-h/datingcartoon15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/R83f-f82YOI/AAAAAAAAADA/irFSanH9dig/s320/datingcartoon15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174037811740172514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm officially on spring break this week so i figured this would be a great time to blog. i went to see the alvin ailey dancers on saturday which was fantastic and i'm going to the ga aquarium tomorrow. seems like i'm on my way to meeting my goal set in my last blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, back to the topic at hand. i know so many people who have met and married from the internet (3 couples from blackplanet, 1 from eharmony, &amp; one from afronet) so i decided to roll my dice in the internet dating game. i have decided to entertain the people with one of my horror stories from internet dating. only for my fellow bloggers will i throw myself under the bus. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, at the time i was 23 or 24 and i met this guy from a cetain dating site. we chatted online a few times and he seemed nice. he was 28 yrs old, no kids, never married, looking for that special someone.  on his profile he had a kinda blurry webcam pic, but he looked aiight from what i could see (cornrows &amp; nice body). so we talked on the phone for a couple of days and decided to go out later that week on friday. now, in these phone conversations he was talking about how he owned a couple of houses and renting them out to pay his mortgage. he talked about how he had this decked out car with spinners and a candy coated paint job and blah blah blah. we decided to meet up at the movies at greenbriar mall to see "i,robot".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the friday comes and i get a call 2hrs b4 said date, and he said he had to put his car in the shop that day so could i come pick him up (insert my bullshyt face #1).  now i'm a nice person so i say "okay". so here i go driving to the hood to pick him up. come to found out he lives in the basement of the house and he says he renting out the above area (insert my bullshyt face #2). so anyhoo, we actually meet and ...picture this... he was wearing a see-through black net shirt, white jeans with a hole in the knee, and some tan colored timberlands (insert my wtf? face #1). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in addition to that hot mess of an outfit. he didn't look like 28yo, but more like 38years old! of course i'm a nice girl, so i held my composure. so as i'm driving to the movie theater i peeped his cornrows. yall, this negro had a weave in his cornrows to make them longer (insert my wtf? face #2). so i say to myself, "self, you can get through this movie and then it will be over". so we get to the movie theater and he wants to walk around the mall first.  ummm...hell no that wasn't happenin! i already knew people were going to be laughin at his outfit at the movies, but at least the lights would be turned off. ain't no way we gonna walk around a crowded mall so people can take pictures of us on their camera phone. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i forgot to mention he had on these sunglasses the whole time and really thought he was the shyt! (insert roll of eyes here). anyhoo, we got through the movie and i promptly took his azz back home. he tried to get me to chill with him, but that was a hell to naw on that. i made up somethin like i gotta babysit my nephews that night or somethin. he called me all day the next 2 days and i never answered the phone. some of the messages he left sounded like something my dad would say. lol. like "kaye, i know you not avoiding me. i'm only going to call you 2 more times and i'm not calling anymore". whateva. the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i have brightend someone's day with that horror story. please BEWARE when internet dating. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be blessed. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-6820426630912599028?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/6820426630912599028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=6820426630912599028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/6820426630912599028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/6820426630912599028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2008/03/computer-love.html' title='Computer Love'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/R83f-f82YOI/AAAAAAAAADA/irFSanH9dig/s72-c/datingcartoon15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-1737229873371382781</id><published>2008-02-16T16:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T17:04:00.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Go, Gotta Leave</title><content type='html'>man... you know when u really have to goto the bathroom really bad and u start doing the pee pee dance? thats how i feel right now about getting out of atlanta!  don't get me wrong, atl is cool, but i've been here all my life (except for those 5 yrs at Alabama A&amp;M Univ).  after i graduate in december i'm getting the hell on! my top 3 choices to move to are texas, virginia, and north carolina. however, i'm open to any other place besides georgia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, that got me thinking i have taking living in georgia all my life for granted. for example, i could walk to stone mountain park and it has been  10 years since i've been there. i love plays and never been to any at the fox. i still ain't been to the ga aquarium which is the largest aquarium in the world.  sad ain't it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so one day while i was bored in class (lets hope i didn't miss anything important lol) i decided to come up with a list of things i'm going to visit this year. here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  GA Aquarium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s231.photobucket.com/albums/ee317/atlcutey20/?action=view&amp;current=aquarium1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee317/atlcutey20/aquarium1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Rent" play at Fox Theatre&lt;br /&gt;- "The Lion King" play at Civic Center&lt;br /&gt;- Alvin Ailey dancers at Fox Theatre (Mar 1st!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s231.photobucket.com/albums/ee317/atlcutey20/?action=view&amp;current=dancers.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee317/atlcutey20/dancers.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Atlanta Zoo&lt;br /&gt;- "The Color Purple" play (July 08)&lt;br /&gt;- Six Flags Over GA&lt;br /&gt;- more concerts (TBA)&lt;br /&gt;- Stone Mountain Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s231.photobucket.com/albums/ee317/atlcutey20/?action=view&amp;current=stnmtnpark.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee317/atlcutey20/stnmtnpark.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now. tentatively, i will be going by myself, but we'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, my valentines day SUCKED! lol. i had classes from 11am-7pm that day and then i went to go grocery shopping.  i actually forgot it was valentines day, until the moment i looked into my shopping cart and saw cheesecake pie and tv dinners. i am such a cliche! all i was missing was a cat. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright thats enought rambling for one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be blessed yall! :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-1737229873371382781?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/1737229873371382781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=1737229873371382781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/1737229873371382781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/1737229873371382781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2008/02/gotta-go-gotta-leave.html' title='Gotta Go, Gotta Leave'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-1517309540519510188</id><published>2008-01-15T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T23:07:02.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bag Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/R41-tq4IeRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UZGZ_Jc16CQ/s1600-h/baglady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/R41-tq4IeRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UZGZ_Jc16CQ/s200/baglady.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155916471478024466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bag lady you gonna miss your bus. you can't hurry up, cause you got too much stuff!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you see me walking around downtown, this is what i look like. lol. school has officially started back and i jacked up my schedule! i got like 4 classes in one day and my shoulders are killing me from carrying around these dayum 50lb books! lets hope i can get through this semester without dislocating a shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still not back in school mode yet. i have some cool and boring classes this semester. i'm taking hospitality mgmt &amp; risk mgmt as my business electives. they are both kinda interesting. matter of fact, in my hospitality class we going on a field trip just like in middle school ..yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, my accounting information system class is soooo boring! i walked in the class bright eyed and wide awake, and after 5 minutes of class, i'm nodding off.  oh i forgot to tell yall, i got 2As and 3Bs last semester. i'm the ish! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also have been getting my taebo on. &lt;a href="http://s231.photobucket.com/albums/ee317/atlcutey20/?action=view&amp;current=taebo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee317/atlcutey20/taebo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel stronger already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see what else has happen....oh yeah, i had a great time with the fam on christmas and new years. i love my family! hmmm...i guess thats it. i think i might go check out algebra in concert on saturday. &lt;a href="http://s231.photobucket.com/albums/ee317/atlcutey20/?action=view&amp;current=algebra_blessett.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee317/atlcutey20/algebra_blessett.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only heard like one song from her and i like it. as long as its live instruments and a beautiful voices, i'm always game for a concert. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the job is still the same ol, same ol. a coworker got beat up and robbed leaving work on new years day. i work in buckhead which is like an upscale area, but its alot of homeless folks around here also. gotta be careful. matter of fact, if anyone knows where a gun store is around here let me know. no, i'm not trying to buy a gun, but i think they sell mace or pepper spray at the gun store. i thought walmart would have it (since they have everything under the sun) but they don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i wish everyone a blessed and warm (its cold in the ATL) day! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-1517309540519510188?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/1517309540519510188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=1517309540519510188' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/1517309540519510188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/1517309540519510188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2008/01/bag-lady.html' title='Bag Lady'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/R41-tq4IeRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UZGZ_Jc16CQ/s72-c/baglady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-3519332531596933721</id><published>2007-12-19T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T19:29:36.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Thankful For What You've Got</title><content type='html'>hey everyone. its been a minute since i actually blogged.  i have decided to name all my blogs after an ol skool song. why? no reason. just something to do and i'm weird like that. plus, i'm an ol skool fanatic and its how i feel at the moment. :-)&lt;br /&gt;"Be thankful for what you've got" by william devaughan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am finally finished with finals...yay! i have completed all my christmas shopping and i am now chillin until new years. i don't know what i got on my finals just yet but i'm hopeful for some Bs and even an A or two in the mix. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now since i have a lot of free time on my hand i have decided this is the time to get my 6pack on. did u know that the average american gains 7lbs between thanksgiving and new years? anyhoo, i want this stomach right here and i'mma get it darn it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s231.photobucket.com/albums/ee317/atlcutey20/?action=view&amp;current=jlo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee317/atlcutey20/jlo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have also started back reading during this christmas break. i have just started reading "no more mr. nice guy". its pretty good so far. its about a nice guy who keep gettin dissed by woman because he is "too nice".  he decides to be a dog to get the woman he wants. i personally think the problem is that alot of woman think nice = weak and no woman wants a wuss. i think you can still be a nice guy and have a backbone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, thats all going on with me. &lt;br /&gt;happy holidays &amp; be blessed! &lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-3519332531596933721?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/3519332531596933721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=3519332531596933721' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/3519332531596933721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/3519332531596933721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2007/12/be-thankful-for-what-youve-got.html' title='Be Thankful For What You&apos;ve Got'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-2258450193729364479</id><published>2007-12-05T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T18:50:19.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>that is 100% me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E6E6FA" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Birthdate: October 29&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the mind of an artist, even if you haven't developed the talent yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expressive and aware, you enjoy finding new ways to share your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You often feel like you don't fit in - especially in traditional environments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have big dreams. The problem is putting those dreams into action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your vivid imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Fear of failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Coral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Oval&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&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/10019310-2258450193729364479?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/2258450193729364479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=2258450193729364479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/2258450193729364479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/2258450193729364479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2007/12/that-is-100-me.html' title='that is 100% me!'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-6142623479086650384</id><published>2007-11-30T23:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T23:25:27.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bored...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/videos/I/28/enc127_45694197ed057416bw5a27" width="340" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;%1&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/videos/I/28/rota29_8763239d1e0574b0da3w29" width="340" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;%1&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-6142623479086650384?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/6142623479086650384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=6142623479086650384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/6142623479086650384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/6142623479086650384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2007/11/1.html' title='bored...'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-5136089345578879392</id><published>2007-11-27T14:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T15:19:19.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Fun (in pics)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/R0x7nZaRUUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1kBe6pIfjcg/s1600-h/DSCI0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137617191689081154" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/R0x6BpaRUTI/AAAAAAAAACI/lMGJejuKmVw/s200/DSCI0141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/R0x5cpaRUSI/AAAAAAAAACA/S4tp9d1Ba84/s1600-h/DSCI0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137614807982231842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/R0x5cpaRUSI/AAAAAAAAACA/S4tp9d1Ba84/s200/DSCI0101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-5136089345578879392?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/5136089345578879392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=5136089345578879392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/5136089345578879392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/5136089345578879392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-fun-in-pics.html' title='Thanksgiving Fun (in pics)'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/R0x7nZaRUUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1kBe6pIfjcg/s72-c/DSCI0091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-4599741776110776763</id><published>2007-11-20T04:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T02:14:04.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>is it thanksgiving yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;hey everyone&lt;/strong&gt;. just 3 more days until thanksgiving and i can't wait! i only eat a real homecooked meal twice a year on thanksgiving &amp;amp; new years day. yeah, i can't cook, but i'mma learn oneday. lol. i'm riding off to south carolina on thursday morning and i'm making sure i pack my elastic band pants. don't act like i'm the only one that do that! &lt;em&gt;(rule #1: never wear fitted jeans on thanksgiving b/c it won't be cute to have to unbutton your pants at the table).&lt;/em&gt; :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, i had a fabulous weekend. i got to see my new favorite artist, &lt;strong&gt;rahbi&lt;/strong&gt;, perform at the apache cafe on saturday &lt;em&gt;(google him). &lt;/em&gt;the event was called "strange fruit II". rahbi has different artist perform as some of his most insprirational artists like tevin campbell &lt;em&gt;(that was my boo in the 6th grade lol), &lt;/em&gt;missy elliot, vanity 6, prince, and gospel artist karen clark sheard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to go since i missed it last year. yall it was so good! they had this white guy be like the MC and he was so funny. he dressed up as a gamma from "school daze" and did an excerpt. he also did a poem called "&lt;strong&gt;i don't usually curse, but i'm the muthafuckin shit&lt;/strong&gt;!". it was so good. i think thats gonna be my new motto. lol. then, 3 girls performed the song from school daze "i don't wanna be alone tonight". man, i love that movie. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it really got wild when some chicks performed as vanity 6. they came out in see through lingerie and a thong! i almost got elbowed in the head because the dudes act like they ain't never seen butt cheeks before! i ain't never seen a grown azz man salivating until that night. i guess that how guys at in the strip club. while they were performing "nasty girls", dudes started throwing dollars on the stage. it was crazy. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, it was good. rahbi gonna have an album release party there dec 15th so i'mma try to make that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, &lt;strong&gt;i still love my digicam! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;be blessed &amp;amp; happy thanksgiving! :-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-4599741776110776763?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/4599741776110776763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=4599741776110776763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/4599741776110776763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/4599741776110776763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2007/11/is-it-thanksgiving-yet.html' title='is it thanksgiving yet?'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-7582224542390501545</id><published>2007-11-03T03:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T02:12:43.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another birthday, another week</title><content type='html'>so my &lt;strong&gt;28th &lt;/strong&gt;birthday was monday. yikes!! i'm getting old! i didn't do anything on monday because that is my longest day of school. i mean i don't get out of class until 10pm! after a long day, i just like to go home and fall into the bed. i got alot of phone calls &amp;amp; text messages wishing me a happy bday and my dad bought me a &lt;strong&gt;digi cam&lt;/strong&gt;. i've been reminding him that i wanted a digi cam for my bday since july! i better had got it. lol. anyway, my guy friend took me out to eat &amp;amp; a movie for my bday. i decided that it was a great time to play with my cam. &lt;strong&gt;:-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;school:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; its going aiight. i had an accounting test on thursday. we'll see how i did next class. a girl got carjacked at georgia state's parking deck this week. 2 black guys robbed her at gun point and then made her drive them to 2 atm's to give them money. they let her go after they got the money and she ran to the police. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, i'm glad that didn't happen to me because i would've been shot! i remember watching oprah, and they were saying &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; go with them to a second location because its a higher possiblity that you will end up missing or dead. my yellow azz would have not got in the car! i would have threw my keys and ran out of there zigzag out that mug! lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;work:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; same bull, different day. one of my co-workers told me that this gay guy at his other job was braggin to everyone how he slept with ne-yo. apparently, the gay guy had met ne-yo at the gas station and from there they went to the hotel and had sex. i asked my co-worker how you know he not lyin &amp;amp; he said that the guy doesn't lie on his d**k. i guess it could happen..who knows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;date life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; what date life? lol. i actually met a guy at the malcolm jamal-warner concert that i wrote about in my last blog. we met in the line while i was trying to get his autograph. we chit chatted in the line and he told me he was &lt;strong&gt;37&lt;/strong&gt;. he asked me if he was too old &amp;amp; i told him its cool because he doesn't look 37. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, when he called me a few days later he admitted that he was really &lt;strong&gt;40&lt;/strong&gt; years old. now yall he was cute and looked younger than that, but i don't like guys who lie. thats &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; a good way to start to get to know someone. i just saw &lt;strong&gt;red&lt;/strong&gt; flags all over the place. how do i know he's not lying about how many kids he has or if he's married or not? we all know that little white lies turn into big lies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyhoo, i'm done rambling. i'mma try to start taking alot more pics. i'm just mad i have to buy more batteries already! geez!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;be blessed yall!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-7582224542390501545?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/7582224542390501545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=7582224542390501545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/7582224542390501545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/7582224542390501545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2007/11/another-birthday-another-week.html' title='another birthday, another week'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-5278083946288823157</id><published>2007-10-23T00:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T01:11:58.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i saw my boo this weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/Rx2ATuliMnI/AAAAAAAAABE/iGYrD4ZNIMs/s1600-h/warner-mileslong-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124393027428823666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/Rx2ATuliMnI/AAAAAAAAABE/iGYrD4ZNIMs/s320/warner-mileslong-lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had a great weekend yall!! i went to see my boo perform at sugar hill on friday night. yall know him as theo huxtable, but i know him as malcolm sexy azz jamal warner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'll admit, when he was on the cosby show, he just looked like an average black dude to me. back then it was all about stanley, rudy's boyfriend. but now.... lord knows malcolm been drinkin his milk. those locks...that smile.... that chest.  i could sock him up with a biscuit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;**pauses to regain my composure**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;his band is pretty good! they really rocked it! after the show he was signing cds so i stood in line to get my cd autographed. yall i was so nervous. when it was my time to get to talk to him, the bodyguard told me i had 2 minutes. i just walked up to him grinning like a cheshire cat. lol. he gave me a really big hug and asked what my name was. i told him and he proceeds to write a lil something on my cd. at that second i blurt out "just write to my first and only love". yall he just started laughing. i guess he didn't think i was serious, but i was. i wanted to post it on my page so i can let these heffas know to stay away from my man! :-p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyhoo, after he left, the crowd got alot younger. i didn't realize it was morehouse and spelman homecoming weekend. it was packed in there, but i had a lot of fun gettin my groove back. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope everyone had as much fun as i did this past weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be blessed yall! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-5278083946288823157?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/5278083946288823157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=5278083946288823157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/5278083946288823157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/5278083946288823157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-saw-my-boo-this-weekend.html' title='i saw my boo this weekend!'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/Rx2ATuliMnI/AAAAAAAAABE/iGYrD4ZNIMs/s72-c/warner-mileslong-lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-3230123696590733113</id><published>2007-10-03T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T19:48:42.288-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yada, yada, yada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/RwQomeliMjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0UklkZaGnLE/s1600-h/boon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117259718110360114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/RwQomeliMjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0UklkZaGnLE/s320/boon.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dag...its been a min since my last blog. man... what can i say, i've been busy with life and yada, yada, yada. &lt;em&gt;off topic:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;the boondocks are back starting monday, oct 8th on adult swim!! yay!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;school:&lt;/strong&gt; school is aiight. we're almost halfway done with the semester. so far most of my classes are going okay. we just took are first test in my cost accounting class and man....that class is kickin my butt. i'mma handle it though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we had a job fair and other job events at our school. i'm still working on getting an internship next year. its basically alot of networking which i suck at! i'm such a loner type girl, so its hard for me to walk up to strangers and start-up a convesation. it definitely put me out of my comfort zone, which i think i needed to do. i had a couple of interviews so we'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;work: &lt;/strong&gt;same bull. a couple of weeks ago, they told us that we would get a bonus check for making our goal this year. i'm thinkin we going to get a phat check. you know.. the kind that you use to pay some bills, or buy a car or somethin. how about i open up and see i received 50 bucks, and after taxes it was 30 bucks! great, now i can buy a pair of payless shoes i always wanted &lt;em&gt;*sarcasm*&lt;/em&gt; . i can't wait to become an accountant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;date life:&lt;/strong&gt; i met another dude from the train (marta mackin) about a month ago. he seemed like a nice fellow. he was 35yo, nice lookin, good job, divorcee, gentleman. we went on 1 date and i felt like i got put on locked down . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the first date, he wanted to hold hands the whole time, even during the movie. i had to pull the ol "i got a cramp in my hand" line. he told me he thank God for puttin me in his life after i had known him 2 days. he called me 10 times a day and if i told him i'd call him back, he would call me back b4 i could about 30 mins later. it was too much!! he invited me go to las vegas with him and i hadn't known him a week yet! it was too much so i had to give him the "i see you as just a friend" talk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;he got a lil mad, but he pretty much ran me off. i'm not just going to jump into a relationship with someone i barely know. been there, done that. and wouldn't you know some chick called my phone a few days ago asking do i know him and could i tell him to call her. wtf? obviously she got my number from his phone so why is she callin me to contact him? my brother said she tryin to set him up. thank goodness, i don't talk to him no more. i dont' have time for the drama!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyhoo, thats all thats going on with my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;be blessed yall! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/RwQiZeliMiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/C2Jllk2GiKs/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117252897702294050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 17px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 25px" height="233" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/RwQiZeliMiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/C2Jllk2GiKs/s320/untitled.bmp" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-3230123696590733113?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/3230123696590733113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=3230123696590733113' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/3230123696590733113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/3230123696590733113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2007/10/yada-yada-yada.html' title='yada, yada, yada'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/RwQomeliMjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0UklkZaGnLE/s72-c/boon.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-4254556309709963525</id><published>2007-08-23T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T21:39:44.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just kill'em...</title><content type='html'>hey everyone. well the fall semester has began so i'm back to the grind. i'm still scheduled for graduation dec 2008. yay!  this semester i'm taking 15hrs (finance, real estate, managerial science, mgmt accounting, professional accounting). i'm super excited with my classes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find myself not only interested in accounting, but also real estate (i want to invest in properties/ flip some houses) and as a hobby, photography (i'll post some photographs when i get a new cam for my bday). also,  i'm still in the process of getting an accounting internship for this fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still working on being a better christian. right now i'm in the "kill'em with kindness" business.  i know people who have such a deep hatred for me and i don't know why.  they want to see me fail, fall on my face, and crash and burn.  sometimes i want to just curse them the hell out, but when u think about it, thats what they want you to do. they want u to be as miserable as they are. so u know what i do...i just kill'em with kindness. i forgive them for the mean things they have said and done to me. i don't go around rollin my eyes when i see them, i just smile at them and tell them to "have a blessed day" and i mean it.  yall, i have left them speechless! lol. the look of surprise on their face is enough to give me peace.   who would have thunk it? it actually works! whoever said the way to conquer hate..is with love was right.  now if we could just get dubya bush to know that..we could change the world (in a good way).  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright thats my update for now. i'm gonna leave you with an excerpt from an article i like on &lt;a href="http://www.christianitytoday.com/"&gt;www.christianitytoday.com&lt;/a&gt; by colleen alden about being yourself. &lt;strong&gt;be blessed yall!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Authenticity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Every once in a while a man comes along who sparks my interest, and vice versa. Then, a funny thing sometimes happens. The more interested I become, the more I become someone else. Someone a little less opinionated, less passionate, more interested in oh, say … auto racing.&lt;br /&gt;Recently I began spending time with a man in a singles gathering I attend. He's a terrific guy—he loves the Lord deeply, has a heart for people, and is actively involved in ministry. He also happens to be physically attractive, too. In our group, he's known as the most eligible bachelor around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this man began to pursue me, I felt all the old fears kick in. Was I pretty enough? Thin enough? Charming and talkative enough? However, instead of changing who I was to suit his taste, I began to long instead for someone to love me as is. I didn't know if he was that person, but I decided to let time reveal the mystery. And when he broke things off, I wasn't devastated. I simply felt I'd been given an answer. Though disappointed, I was content and able to let go.&lt;br /&gt;God has made me the woman I am; years of being single have allowed me the opportunity to learn who this woman is. Perhaps God allowed this brief relationship to show me the futility of trying to be someone I'm not, as I've done in previous relationships. It was so much easier and less exhausting to just be myself. I realized I'd rather be single than be with someone who wants me to be someone else. What a lifetime of hard work that would be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows better than anyone who I really am. He wants a man to love me for the woman he made me to be. He knows when I give who I really am to the right man, the groundwork is laid for a powerful union. What freedom I'm finding in allowing others to know me for who I am: the Colleen who doesn't resemble Cindy Crawford, doesn't always say the right thing, and is bored by college basketball!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-4254556309709963525?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/4254556309709963525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=4254556309709963525' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/4254556309709963525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/4254556309709963525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-killem.html' title='just kill&apos;em...'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-4463220566876912039</id><published>2007-08-15T21:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T22:00:45.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>power of the pastor....</title><content type='html'>so i've been in a blogging mood lately.  mostly because i've been off for 2 weeks and kinda bored.  the good thing is that i get to catch up on other blogs. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i come across this book blog &lt;a href="http://rosebooks.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://rosebooks.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;  and there's a review of a book called "the pastor's wife does cry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its basically about how the women inthe congregation are trying to "holla" at the pastor and blatantly disrespecting the pastor's wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it reminded me of when i first joined my church and i had to goto orientation classes.  the co-pastor of the church was teaching the class and somehow he got off topic and started talking about how he is happily married and just because he gives you a hug at church doesn't mean he want you. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposedly, it was just wishful thinking on some of the female parts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also remember when i was an undergrad at a hbcu in alabama and my friends and i attended a  local church regularly.  the pastor told the whole entire congregation that he had been cheating on his wife and he is going to step down for a minute because he was a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was so wild yall. i mean i know pastors are humans too, but i did agree with him on the hypocrite part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean he did &lt;strong&gt;plenty&lt;/strong&gt; of sermons on the sins of lusting, fornication, adultry, homosexuality, and the such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matter of fact,  this girl that we knew told us that he tried to holla at her when she was at sears one day.  thats just crazy ( considering it was a small town where everyone knows everybody else's business).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i get to thinking, what is so attractive about the pastor?  i mean i know there are some physically attractive pastors out there, but the foremention ones weren't.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it hits me....&lt;strong&gt;its got to be the power&lt;/strong&gt;! i mean if you think about it, pastors have a lot of power and can pretty much get their congregation to do whateva they want. of course it suppose to be all for God, but we all know that is not necessarily true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the story of the pastor that cheated, the next sunday the deacons begged for him to come back to the pew and he agreed.  his wife stood by him.  i forgot that tell yall that alot of people left the congregation after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me personally, i don't know if i ever could be the pastor's wife.  God bless coretta scott king (rip).  its got to be hard to stand by and let your husband do God's work  and not be nagging about how they don't spend enought time with you and the kids and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;be blessed yall&lt;/em&gt; :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-4463220566876912039?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/4463220566876912039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=4463220566876912039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/4463220566876912039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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that i just don't understand men (and they call us women complex).  *&lt;em&gt;rolls eyes&lt;/em&gt;*  now we are still cool and we talk and have great conversations. we only talk about once or twice a week though.  i know he is attracted to me otherwise he would have never approached me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now grant it...it has only been about 2.5 weeks since i've known him, so i'm probably over analyzing again. lol.   i can't help it.  i'm attracted to him physically and mentally.  i just wish he would let me know if he just like me as a friend so i can get over my "crush" that i have on him. he doesn't really say anything. we did talk about past relationships and i know the gf he had for 4 years, he took it slow with her in the beginning.  so i'm guessing he is just going with the flow??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* i don't know what the hell we are doing.  so far i'm just playing up the friend angle so as to not make an ass out of myself. i think i'm just going to continue playing it cool and see what happens. thank God, he can't read my mind, i would've scared him off by now. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, i need to dust off the 'ol black book and find some dates. i think that might be a good distraction from this dude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear, i really hate liking guys.  i spend most of my time trying to figure out if they like me back (i.e~analyzing every conversation we ever had, analyzing dates we go on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry for rambling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be blessed yall :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-2686705000017770221?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/2686705000017770221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-2180474325505576293</id><published>2007-08-05T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T00:45:43.828-04:00</updated><title type='text'>plan b</title><content type='html'>okay, so i had this long blog half written and i pressed one button and it all disappeared.  i guess that was a hint that i was rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, i'm in a reflective mood.  have u ever felt like plan b? the next best option? the leftovers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out on a "date" or "friendly outing" or whateva it was.  i had written a long paragraph about how i met him, but i'm not rewriting that so i'll just say i met him at the marta train station walking to my car.  he seems like a nice, smart guy so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met up at the movie theater yesterday for a 4pm movie.  it was okay i guess.  he walked me to my car afterwards, gave me a hug, and that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now as a woman, we tend to overanalyze everything.  and i get to thinking, was i plan b?  i mean it was his idea that we meet up at 3pm because he had something else to do later on that day.  now i'm thinking i was probably the first date of the night.  i get a matinee movie and his second date gets an actual dinner date.  now i feel like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after worked today, i get a phone guy from this guy who's kinda interested in me. he asks me if i wanted to go out with him to atlantic station. now i got off work at 9pm. the last thing i feel like doing is going out.  once again i'm thinkin &lt;em&gt;i must be plan b&lt;/em&gt;. i ask him what happend to the other girl he usually goes out with. he tells me she's outta town. &lt;em&gt;dammit i am plan b&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i get to thinkin while i'm driving home from work, &lt;em&gt;why the hell am i "the next best option"? &lt;/em&gt;i have got to do better than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean i would never settle for less than i deserve, but my so called dates recently definitely got me thinking about some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i over analyzing things (like most of us woman do)?  i don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* oh well, at least i got an "A" out of my accounting II class this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;be blessed&lt;/em&gt;.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-2180474325505576293?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/2180474325505576293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=2180474325505576293' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/2180474325505576293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/2180474325505576293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2007/08/plan-b.html' title='plan b'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-8553906760771085463</id><published>2007-07-18T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T21:22:58.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lets seee...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/Rp68MGyU0-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/uNHDD8sIZ5M/s1600-h/Picture+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088711545141384162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/Rp68MGyU0-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/uNHDD8sIZ5M/s200/Picture+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                    here is my "&lt;strong&gt;should i write a blog today&lt;/strong&gt;" look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol.  i just came back from class and got a 99% on my 2nd accounting test! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;      &lt;em&gt;**doing the hammerman**&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alright there is nothing more to report. be blessed yall! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/10019310-8553906760771085463?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/8553906760771085463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=8553906760771085463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/8553906760771085463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/8553906760771085463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2007/07/lets-seee.html' title='lets seee...'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/Rp68MGyU0-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/uNHDD8sIZ5M/s72-c/Picture+122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-266225266254078592</id><published>2007-06-29T18:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T18:40:33.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm lightskin, I don't have to put up with this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/RoWJ0gKbINI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O5DEBA8CQI4/s1600-h/6-15-07copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081619289637331154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/RoWJ0gKbINI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O5DEBA8CQI4/s320/6-15-07copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lol! i stole my blog quote from this lightskin comedian in the movie "the seat filler". he had me crackin up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~back to our regular scheduled program~ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;school:&lt;/strong&gt; school is going pretty good. i got an A-&lt;br /&gt; in my maymester class. i got an 84% (B) in my accounting class. i could have done way better even though 50% of the class got below a C on that test. the next test i'm striving for an A. also, on wednesday, our class got broken into and some theives stole the computer (again). i need for gsu to have better security! they stole $20,000 worth of computers out the building. guess who gonna pay to replace it... the students!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;work:&lt;/strong&gt; same bullshyt, different day. i definitely have to get a second job for the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"date" life: &lt;/strong&gt; i actually had a friendly outing (i don't date) yesterday. he cool, i guess. he's a scorpio and i'm a scorpio, so we kinda act alike sorta. we're mysterious so we had a conversaton and at the end...i still didn't learn anything new about him. lol. anyhoo, he's what i call a "nice asshole". my definition of the "nice asshole" is a guy who is an asshole to other people, but nice to you. now i had a boyfriend who was a "nice asshole". you don't mind at first, but when the honeymoon stage of the relationship is over (meaning yall start having real life arguements), he'll start being an asshole to you too. ladies, its okay to hang out with him, but don't to make him your "boo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll just call him "Deebo" because that what he does. lol. for example, we at footlocker and he wants to purchase something. instead of waiting his turn at the back of the line, he just "deebo" his way past everyone and goes to the front and buys it. i'm sittin there thinking i know he didn't just jump line like that. what an asshole! lol. another example, customers are talking to the salesperson about a certain shoe and all of a sudden "Deebo" just deebos his way in front of the other customers and just yells "hey man, i need this shoe in a size 12!" while the other customer was in mid-sentence. again, i'm thinking what an ass! lol. would i hang out with him again? probably. he was a nice asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vent: &lt;/strong&gt; okay, i gotta vent a minute. now i'm a self admitted loner. meaning i'm fine being by my self most of the time. i can go a month without talking on the phone. i'll leave my phone off for a month and ocassionally check messages. i might send out a text message saying "hey", but thats about it. it's really just one of my "i don't feel like talking to anyone" phase. fellas, if you call a girl, and she don't call u back. let it go! you don't have to leave 500 messages on the voicemail! if a girl want to talk to you, she'll pick up the phone and call you. stop the insanity! it makes you look like a stalker or somethin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you also don't have to write a long azz email saying "i called you. why didn't you call me back? was it something that i said? am i'm not good looking enough for you? am i not educated enough? please tell me why you won't call me back?" one word : DESPERATION!&lt;br /&gt;guys please stop it! i'm not all that. we only had one phone conversation! i'll call you when i feel like talking to you. i might be in my "i don't feel like talking to anyone" phase. just leave one voice message (2 at the most) and if she don't call you back.. charge it to the game. i mean dayum! &lt;em&gt;~end of vent~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have a blessed weekend everyone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-266225266254078592?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/266225266254078592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=266225266254078592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/266225266254078592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/266225266254078592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-lightskin-i-dont-have-to-put-up-with.html' title='I&apos;m lightskin, I don&apos;t have to put up with this!'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/RoWJ0gKbINI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O5DEBA8CQI4/s72-c/6-15-07copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-2375513518361475795</id><published>2007-06-12T15:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T15:44:33.587-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN!!</title><content type='html'>so a  weeks ago, i go to work only to discover that someone at my job died (i only work weekends so i'm kinda out the loop).  it was some guy named "mes".  i have no idea who he was  but i'm thinking its probably one of the older guys and he died of cancer or heart attack.  well this past weekend i goto work and they have a his obituary on the table in the breakroom.  i see his picture and i recognize the guy.  yall, he was such a nice guy!!! he was about 50 years old from ethiopia and he was a nice quiet guy.  i didn't know him that well, but i do know that if i needed help he was always helpful. more than what i can say about those other lazy azz coworkers who don't do shyt all day, sittin there twirlin their damn thumbs while others pickin up their slack....okay let me get back on topic b4 i get pissed off.  did i tell yall i hate my job.  anyhoo,  as i'm reading the obituary it said despite him being a calm person, its sad that he died so violently.  now i'm thinking ..."damn what happened to him".  i'm thinking it must've been a bad car accident or somethin.  i asked my other coworker what happened to him and they look at me like "you don't know".  they proceed to tell me that his roommate killed him, chopped him up, put the body pieces in the car, drove it to lithonia, georgia (mind you they stay off of buford hwy. ~40 mins away), and scattered the pieces by the road.  some children found the body pieces while waiting at the school bus stop! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what in the hell is wrong with people today! not only that, but the roommate did something else with the head because he won't tell police where mes's head is.   what kind of sick f&amp;#k would do that? did mes forget to pay the gas bill?  was it mes's turn to wash dished and he didn't do it? did mes borrow his roommates shirt without asking? i mean what could he have done to send his roommate over the edge like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the manager at my job thought it was strange that mes didn't come to work 2 days in a row without calling or something.  our manager went to mes's house to check on him and was greeted by police.  now i don't know about yall, but if i didn't show up to work for 2 days, i know for damn sure my manager would not come and check on me.  also, i think i've pulled some stunts like that b4, noone blinked an eye. lol.  my company actuall paided for the funeral and memorial services which i thought was very nice of them to do.  his body is going to be sent back to ethiopia to his family.  he really didn't deserve to die like that.  i could see if he was an azzhole or was an mean-spirited person.  now i don't think anyone has the right to take someone else's life, but i can understand why someone would.  take rapper eminem's friend. he killed some dude over some "i just don't like him" bullshyt, and a week later he was murdered.  now killing him was not the right thing to do, but i certainly understand.  i call it "karma".  mes was such a nice quiet, calm dude.   his roommate didn't have to do him like that...i mean.. .damn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-2375513518361475795?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/2375513518361475795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=2375513518361475795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/2375513518361475795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/2375513518361475795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2007/06/damn.html' title='DAMN!!'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-7539082767603260346</id><published>2007-06-04T16:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T16:29:43.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish He Didn't Trust Me So Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/JCAKldssdC/aus=false/' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/JCAKldssdC/aus=false/'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;i'm ol skool. gotta love bobby womack. whatcha know about that? :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-7539082767603260346?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/7539082767603260346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=7539082767603260346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/7539082767603260346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/7539082767603260346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-wish-he-didn-trust-me-so-much.html' title='I Wish He Didn&amp;#39;t Trust Me So Much'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-117631508323996594</id><published>2007-04-11T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T14:11:23.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>forget diamonds... converse are forever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1021/756/1600/565918/4-11-07b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1021/756/320/455541/4-11-07b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;man, i love my converse! i had these since i was in the 10th grade.  they still in style and they're durable.  wore them to 10th grade geometry and now wearing them to my 10am accounting class.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lets see i was 15 then, and now i'm 27.  i can't count on people, but i can always count on my converse.  gotta love it! lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;be blessed yall! :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-117631508323996594?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/117631508323996594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=117631508323996594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/117631508323996594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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to for fear of hurting someone's feelings, or creating a stalker (again).  so look for me in the near future.  i have alot of updates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-117622372531308302?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/117622372531308302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=117622372531308302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/117622372531308302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/117622372531308302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2007/04/guess-whos-black.html' title='Guess who&apos;s B[l]ack?'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-114246802174549547</id><published>2006-03-15T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T19:13:41.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my blog has moved!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;sorry peeps...my blog has moved to another page.  click on "my webpage" to check me out. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be blessed yall!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-114246802174549547?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/114246802174549547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=114246802174549547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/114246802174549547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/114246802174549547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-blog-has-moved.html' title='my blog has moved!'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-114080188103301733</id><published>2006-02-24T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T13:43:36.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>something to do....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blogging Type Is the Private Performer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/private.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your blog is your stage - with your visitors your adoring fans.At least, that's how you write with your witty one liners.And while you like attention, you value your privacy.You're likely to have an anonymous blog - or turn off comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Blogging Personality?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Private Perfomer!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Are In Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/rose.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You take a while to fall in love with someone. Trust takes time.&lt;br /&gt;You give and take equally in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time.&lt;br /&gt;You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change.&lt;br /&gt;You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How are you in love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Ideal Relationship is Serious Dating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/serious-dating.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're not ready to go walking down the aisle.But you may be ready in a couple of years.You prefer to date one on one, with a commitment.And while chemistry is important, so is compatibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Ideal Relationship?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Serious Dating!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Prophet Soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/prophet-soul.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a gentle soul, with good intentions toward everyone.Selfless and kind, you have great faith in people.Sometimes this faith can lead to disappoinment in the long run.No matter what, you deal with everything in a calm and balanced way.&lt;br /&gt;You are a good interpreter, very sensitive, intuitive, caring, and gentle.Concerned about the world, you are good at predicting people's feelings.A seeker of wisdom, you are a life long learner looking for purpose and meaning.You are a great thinker and communicator, but not necessarily a doer.&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: Bright Star Soul and Dreaming Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Soul Are You? &lt;strong&gt;Prophet Soul!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-114080188103301733?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/114080188103301733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=114080188103301733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/114080188103301733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/114080188103301733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2006/02/something-to-do.html' title='something to do....'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-113985216437527549</id><published>2006-02-13T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T12:36:22.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"What is wrong with you??"</title><content type='html'>thats what my dad said to me this morning. lol. i accidently hit his car. i woke up this morning to find that my back car tire was flat. i figure i'd run to the gas station and put air in it right quick, but as i was driving, i remembered that i have absolutely no money except for a couple of pennies in my wallet. i really didn't want to have to goto the bank and get some money so i decided to go to my dad's house and and get 75 cents ( what happened to air being free)! my dad had parked on the curb and i was coming around the curb and apparently i was a little too close. luckily, i just hit his bumper and the only damage he got is paint from my car. i asked my dad for 75 cents and he had no change. i did all of this for nothing because i still gotta go to the bank. so now i'm driving to wachovia. how about i was blindly driving and went right pass the bank to the gas station. now i'm like "ohhh sh*t"! lol. now i gotta find an atm to get money. mind you, i'm driving on a flat tire. any hoo, i get to the air thingy at the gas station. finally, i can put air in my tire and then go to class (i'm 30 minutes late). low and behold, the tire ain't rising up...its still flat. now i'm like "ain't this a b*%$h". i'm pissed off now because i gotta to change a tire in this cold azz weather at the freakin gas station! so i'm taking my time changing the tire (note: i'm an expert at changing tires since i normally have 4 flat tires every year ..sad i know, i really need to stop buying used tires).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm minding my business, trying to hurry up because by now i can't feel my toes. next thing i know i hear a "BOOM"! i turn around and see a lady in a car driving off and a guy on a motorcycle laid out in the parking lot in front of the blockbusters. i'm looking at him hoping he aiight cause that trick kept going. he finally gets up and he pissed as hell. now get this yall, the lady in the car kept riding and turned to park. she all about going to blockbusters! lol. i guess returning her tapes before noon was more important than seeing if ol dude was alright. so now the guy on the bike was saying "you dumb b***h, watch where u going you stank hoe..". by this time i'm cracking up with snot coming out my nose ( i told yall it was cold outside..hehe). now the lady yelling back " kiss my azz nigga...you shoulda yield with your punk azz"! yall, that was too funny. after she returned the tapes, she got in her car and rode off. ol dude is still cursing and finally he got on his little motorcycle and rode off. man that was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, i changed my tire and went home to warm up. dammit, now i gotta go get a new..i mean used tire. yeah, i still haven't learned my lesson yet. i'm too cheap to buy a brand new tire. well, i'm off to my 1pm class now. my day is starting out weird already. be blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-113985216437527549?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/113985216437527549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=113985216437527549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/113985216437527549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/113985216437527549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-is-wrong-with-you.html' title='&quot;What is wrong with you??&quot;'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-113804598412610979</id><published>2006-01-23T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T14:53:04.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>u can't tell me nothing!</title><content type='html'>well today, we took our first exam of the semester! i was scared to death.  i studied all weekend pretty much.  you know how the first exam is.  you don't know how the format of the test is going to be yet.  well, after the test, the teacher went over the test and....*drumroll please*.... i got an 82%  *doing the cabbage patch*! i know what yall thinking... yall thinking "dang.. that girl is the bomb"! lol.  i never been more excited to get a B- in my life.   its not an A, but it ain't a C either.  we also had another test on medical terminology.  i bet yall don't know what "ADL" means....(activities of daily living) or "BRP"... (bathroom privileges) or "HA"....... (headache).  i pass that test with flying colors. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, in other news,  i found out what hospital i will be doing my clinicals at.  for my protection from psychos that come across this blog, i will not say what hospital it will be.  however,  i know i will be working with patients with infectious diseases such as AIDS and hepatitis.  i know yall giving me the "yuck" face right now. lol.  my clinical group had the same look on their face once we found out who we would be working with.  its all good though.  i'm excited about it! not everyone is cut out to be a nurse.  you just have to be cautious and careful with blood.  okay, thats enough of my babbling...be blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-113804598412610979?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-113730397138733808</id><published>2006-01-15T03:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T00:48:33.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Studytime!</title><content type='html'>Ok....well my first week of nursing school its over and i must say its going to be a long and crazy year!! i have classes 4 days out of the week and 3 hours a day! i will definitely be a busy woman. our first test is only a week away and it will cover alot of material. normally i'm used to half-assing through a course without studying until the day before the test. i always manage to make an A or a B but, that crap ain't going to work in this program. i try to study at least 2 hours a day but i might need to study even more than that. we also have a skills lab test next week. thats when you get tested on if you are able to dress a wound correctly on a patient. you have to do it on a real person as if you were a nurse. u get 2 chances to do it correctly, if you don't, you are out the program! wish me luck yall ! i know my hand is going to be shaking as i dress the wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, in other news, i would like to wish everyone a happy martin luther king jr. holiday! i hope everyone (especially black folks) take the time to reflect on how much he has opened the doors for all of us to get the same respect as anyone else. its so crazy to me to think that 30 years ago, we were considered to be inferior to white people and therefore, didn't deserve the same privileges as them. have a safe king holiday and as always....be blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-113730397138733808?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-113609542929037484</id><published>2006-01-01T04:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T01:05:17.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GOODBYE 2005....!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!! i just got back from church and decided i might as well post before i goto bed. it is such a blessing to make it to a new year. i had to say goodbye to bad relationships, negative people, friend who weren't really my friends, and all the baggage i carried around in 2005. i leave it there! i'm ready for new experiences and new life lessons of 2006!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray that you all had a wonderful and safe new year! i don't know what is in store for me this year, but i ready for it... the good and the bad. well my new years' resolution for this year is to continue to grow in my faith , be a better person than the year before, to laugh more, to smile more, and don't stress myself over things i can not change. sometimes you have to just go with the flow, you know? i know God has some things coming my way this year. i really believe its going to be "my year". so buckle your seat belt folks, let the 2006 roller coaster begin..... :-)&lt;br /&gt;be blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-113609542929037484?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/113609542929037484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=113609542929037484' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/113609542929037484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/113609542929037484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2006/01/goodbye-2005.html' title='GOODBYE 2005....!'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-113451792866513231</id><published>2005-12-13T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T18:52:08.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>chivalry is officially dead!</title><content type='html'>hey everyone.  i hope you all had a nice weekend.  i went to the movies on saturday and saw "narnia: the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe".  it was soooo good!!! i had to go see it because i remember reading that book when i was in the seventh grade.  i ended up going by myself but, that wasn't the plan at first.  earlier last week, this dude asked me to go out with him on saturday.  i said "okay".  we talked about going to the movies to see "narnia" and everything was set up.   so how did i end up going by my damn self u ask??   this negro had the nerve to call me on saturday and say "so we gonna meet here right?"  i had no idea what he was talking about so i'm like , " what u talking about.  meet where?" so he says, " i think u should drive up to alpharetta, because i know the area up here."   this is when i make the "what the ..." face. lol.  how in the hell are u gonna ask a girl out and then on the day of the date, you ask her to drive up to your house???!!!  that is so rude!  he talking about how he don't know the area, negro we just going to a 7 dollar movie!   this is why i hate dating! negros are so cheap!  what ever happened to asking a girl on a date and driving to her house and ringing the doorbell (not sitting in your car honking the horn)!  chivalry really is dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, after he told me to drive to alpharetta ( a 45 minute drive), there was a slight pause for three seconds and then i told him, "ummm...i think i'm going to do something else tonight".  lol.  what i really wanted to say was  kiss my black ass but, that ain't my style.  his number got quickly deleted.  you are the weaking link...goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i got another story to tell.  this happened about a year or two ago.  i met this guy and he seemed cool.  he asked me can he take me out to a dinner and a movie on saturday.  i said, "yeah, that will be cool".  now get this... the next thing that comes out his mouth is " ummm, i don't have a car so could u pick me up from the bus station and afterwards drop me off at my house?" again, i have the "no the hell he didn't just trick me" face. lol.   that was so shady.  i told him i had a call on the other line and i'd call him back.  his number got deleted.  you are the weakest link...goodbye! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the biggest problem wasn't that he didn't have a car, but damn..you can't borrow your mama car or something!  if he didn't have a car, he should have let it be known before he asked me out.  instead, this fool gonna drop the bomb on me after he asked me out. that was shady as hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let me just break it down for the fellas so that it can always and forever be broken.  there is absolutely nothing wrong with meeting up with a girl or having her drive to your house to hang out.  if yall cool like that , then its all good.  however,  if it is a first date and YOU asked her out, it is your responsibilty to come to her home and pick her up and pay for the date.  if you too cheap to pay for everything and /or pick her up from her house then u need to let that be known beforehand and not a few hours before you guys were suppose to go out.  some appropriate ways to hang out with the girl without coming out your pocket is to say, " hey (insert name), would you like to meet up at the movie theater and see (insert movie title) on saturday".   right then, u let her know that you ain't pickin her ass up!  or you could say, " hey (insert name),  i really want to check out the food at this restaurant up the street.  how about u drive up here, and i'll pay for the meal.  cool?"  see, that wasn't that bad was it.  just let the girl know up front what the deal is.  thats all i ask.  alright i'm done with my seminar. lol.     be blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-113451792866513231?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-113389666324849333</id><published>2005-12-06T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T14:20:25.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>okay i'm back. i am through working, at least until may. sunday was my last day at the job and i gave everyone the peace sign as i happily skipped out the door! lol. i had to turn in my take home final for my microbiology class. i have a final in my microbiology lab class on wednesday that is gonna be hard. wish me luck! i really don't care what i get in my classes as long as it is a "C" or above. i've been meaning to blog but sometimes i just don't be in the mood. i should be able to blog more since i don't have a job now and my last final is on wednesday. spring sesmester doesn't start until the second week in january so i'm just gonna chill out and sit on my butt all day. anyhoo, i better go study for my test. be blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-113389666324849333?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/113389666324849333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=113389666324849333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/113389666324849333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/113389666324849333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2005/12/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-113224421010004797</id><published>2005-11-17T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T11:16:50.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhh, ain't that sweet.</title><content type='html'>so yesterday i'm at work bored as usual, and me and my fellow coworkers start talking about relationships and such.  one of my coworkers started tellling us about her boyfriend of 2 years.  when she first met him, she wasn't interested in him at all, but she game him the number anyway (you know how us women do.lol).  so he calls her and they become friends.  after about 8 months of friendship he tells her how he feels about her and that he wants to make him his woman. unfortunately, she said "no" and  they stopped talking.  a month goes by, and they become cool again.  she goes out of town for 2 weeks and don't you know this dude sends her a SEVEN PAGE LETTER telling her how he feels about her.  now, i don't know about yall...but i can barely write a 1 page book report let alone a 7 page letter about how i feel about some dude.  anyhoo, she starts crying and realize what a great guy he is and they been together ever since.  i just thought that was sooo cute.   which brings me to my next point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever look back and realize that you let a good guy or girl get away?  i remember being 21 in college and i met this cute dude.  he was 6'8, thick, and light skin.  yall, this dude was crazy about me!  i could never understand how a tall dude like that would be so crazy about a 5'2 petite cutey like myself. lol.  if you were walking down the street, you would be scared of this dude because he was so big and tall and scary looking, but he probably was the most romantic,  sweetest guy i ever met!  he would always write me love poems everytime we were together.   yall, i straight took that dude for granted.  i was still trying to do my mack thing and holla at other dudes.  when my birthday came around, he even made me this beautiful bracelet from something his grandma gave him.  now i know yall are laughing right about now, but honestly i would rather a dude make me something from scratch then to buy me some expensive gift.  it takes more time and heart to make something for someone than to run out to the mall and buy them some gift you bought 10 minutes b4 u were to give it to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was definitely a good guy i let get away. i was just young and silly back then.  i probably will never meet a guy like that again.  i hope he found a nice girl that appreciates him.  but u know what they say,  you never know what u got until its gone. ummm..thats so true.  thats all for now. be blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-113224421010004797?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/113224421010004797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=113224421010004797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/113224421010004797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/113224421010004797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2005/11/ahhh-aint-that-sweet.html' title='ahhh, ain&apos;t that sweet.'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-113207761981494697</id><published>2005-11-15T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T13:00:19.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sup?</title><content type='html'>whats up everyone? well here i am chillin on my day off so i figured this is the best time to blog. the fall semester is finally coming to a close.  finals are about 3 weeks away so its really time for me to be on point with it.  i'm ashamed to say my grades are not up to par.  i have a C in my microbiolgy lecture class and in my lab class.  one half of me is really sad because i know i could've done better, but the other side doesn't care as long as i pass my freakin classes. lol.  this is the last prerequisite class to the nursing program.  matter of fact, i got some homework to catch up on today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo,  in other news, i have to take a CPR class on saturday from 9am- 1:30pm.  the first time i get a saturday day off from work in months and i still gotta wake up early. those are the breaks i guess.  i have to take this class before i can start the nursing program in january.  now all i have left to do is get a physical and i'll be already to start school in january.  i'm so excited and nervous about nursing.  we will see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i almost forgot to update yall about the pizza place situation in my last post.  well, i gotta admit chicago style pizza is really good, however, i'm still partial to my pizza hut. lol.  and wouldn't you know i ate some leftover chicago style pizza the next day and felt like i was going to puke at any moment.  luckily i didn't.  my friend thinks my stomach just wasn't used to the sauce but i think it was that i put it in the microwave for 2 minutes and that cheese was just "yuck".  who really knows what it was...oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown to the day i quit my job:   TWO WEEKS   **doing the running man** lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-113207761981494697?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/113207761981494697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=113207761981494697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/113207761981494697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/113207761981494697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2005/11/sup.html' title='sup?'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-113172996674222736</id><published>2005-11-11T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T12:26:06.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>chillin on my day off.</title><content type='html'>hey yall. i'm back in effect! lol. i feel alot better today and more like my regular self.  i've been off of work for 2 days now and it feels good to sleep in and have nothing to do.  the only problem is that by 9:30am i am wide awake looking at the wall. lol.  i'm so used to waking up at 6am to get ready for work i can't sleep in like i want to.  oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got paid friday night, party jumpin feel so right!!! yep, got paid today **doing the cabbage patch**. i really want to buy kirk franklin's new cd and maybe an ol skool cd like freddie jackson's greatest hits.  i'm such a tight wad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i'm doing today is going to nancy's pizzaria with a good friend of mine.  pizza hut is my favorite pizza place but my friend swears that nancy's has the best pizza. we'll see. anyhoo, holla at yall later. be blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-113172996674222736?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-113164438883730595</id><published>2005-11-10T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T12:39:48.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>have you ever...</title><content type='html'>have you ever had one of those days where you just feel sad and you don't know why?  i guess today is my day.  i'm depressed and i don't know why.   i mean it  could be the fact that its that time of the month ( i know that was TMI).  for some reason i keep thinking if i was to disappear off the face of the earth today that no one would care.  i know thats not true because i have a very close family unit, but i feel so alone in the world right now. thats funny because i'm a self-proclaim loner.  i hate doing the clique thing and always pretty much move to the beat of a different drummer.  i'm sitting here listening to one of my old isley brothers cds right now and getting teary-eyed. why, you might ask? i have no clue.  i think its the hormones taking over.  oh well, didn't mean to depress you guys out there.  hopefully next time i will be in a better mood. and this too shall pass....  be blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-113164438883730595?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/113164438883730595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=113164438883730595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/113164438883730595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/113164438883730595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2005/11/have-you-ever.html' title='have you ever...'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-113112683362684729</id><published>2005-11-04T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T12:53:53.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>its Friday finally!</title><content type='html'>hey yall. i guess i really haven't been keepin up with this thing like i said i would.  the update on me is that i'm still happily single.  i am dreadfully scared of marriage so that won't be going down anytime soon. PET PEEVE ALERT:  why is it when a guy tries to holla at you and you say "no, i'm not interested", he thinks you're an angry black woman and that you're taking out your anger on your ex ..on to him.  the fact is bruh,  YOU JUST AIN'T CUTE.  i hate to sound mean but thats all it boils down to. its really not that complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; just found out that my homegirl is 4 months pregnant. congrats L-dawg! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still in school and working. man my little parttime job is trying to work me to death!! i'm only a parttime employee, however, they still continue to give me fulltime hours.  why didn't anyone tell me if you are too available they gonna give you all these damn hours!  anyhoo...i'm concerned about my grades in microbiology.  my teacher doesn't really teach.  he's a nice person but he kinda just gets in front of class and wings it.  that wouldn't be a problem if his tests were the same way. NOPE! this fool got the nerve to go all into details on the test! i'm sittin there like i know he didn't go this deep when he be wingin his lecture. i guess i gotta teach myself. yall pray for me. oh yeah, i forgot to say that i  am 26 years old as of oct 29th.  i just keep thinking i'm about to be 30 soon. ewwww thats scary!  i didn't do anything special. my dad just took me out to dinner and i proceeded to study for my micro test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo...thats all i gotta say for now. be blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-113112683362684729?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/113112683362684729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=113112683362684729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/113112683362684729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/113112683362684729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-friday-finally.html' title='its Friday finally!'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-112912841867859651</id><published>2005-10-12T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T10:46:58.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall has arrived.</title><content type='html'>man....i do not keep up with this thing.  time to update you guys on my life.  school has started. i found out i got accepted into nursing school so i am very excited about that. me and my so called soulmate are no more (long story).  obviously, he wasn't my soulmate. lol. so i'm back to living the single life.  i still refuse to date because dating sucks!  i rather sit in the house all day and sleep.   i'm still working and going to school. matter of fact, i have a test today that i need to be studying for now.  anyhoo, thats about all that is going on now.  i'll try to update this thing more often, but i make no promises.  be blessed. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-112912841867859651?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/112912841867859651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/112912841867859651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2005/10/fall-has-arrived.html' title='Fall has arrived.'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-112270034751134211</id><published>2005-07-30T04:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T01:12:28.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>okay, i know its been a really, really long time since i've blogged.   i've been busy living life. me and my baby are doing excellent.   he is my soulmate.  its a long distance relationship, but he is truly worth the wait.  anyhoo...i need to be sleep right now considering i have to leave at 4am to go to the airport.  i have a family reunion this weekend in tampa.fl. i can't wait to hit up the beach later on today for the family picnic. school is going okay. i have my last final on monday so i'll be studying on the plane . pray for me.  anyhoo...i'm about to go play "zuma" on msn. i hope everyone who reads this have a great evening. be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-112270034751134211?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/112270034751134211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=112270034751134211' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/112270034751134211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/112270034751134211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-111809326034473857</id><published>2005-06-06T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T17:27:40.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>its hot outside!</title><content type='html'>man...summer has officially began! it ain't no joke when you wallk outside and feel the beaming hot sun on your skin.  i know it's been a while since you've seen me.  i've just been doing my thing. i just got back from volunteering today. it was really fun. we painted and colored.  i got a test on thursday that i need to study for. i've got to go to work tomorrow from 7am -4pm. i've been working for three weeks and these chicks still haven't put my name in the computer yet!  all i know is when friday rolls around, i better have my check!  i also have a cold now. ain't that something. i would be the only fool to get a cold when it's 90 degrees outside! lol. i'm sitting here typing with my nose all stuffed up and a roll of tissues on the desk.  in other news, my "crush" and i are doing well. he's such a sweetie pie.  we are not offically in the "boyfriend/girlfriend" stage yet, but we are in the "talking" stage.  you know how that goes. lol. well, that's all i have to say for now.  i don't be online as much anymore because a) it's boring, and b) i  got other things to do (volunteering, summer school, work).  i'll try to keep this blog updated. until then....be blessed. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-111809326034473857?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/111809326034473857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=111809326034473857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/111809326034473857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/111809326034473857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-hot-outside.html' title='its hot outside!'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-111644364345092267</id><published>2005-05-18T18:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T15:14:03.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>spring semester over...summer semester begins!</title><content type='html'>hey everyone. i've finished all my finals and my final grades are officially in. i got a 3.90 gpa for the spring semester!  yes, i'm da bomb! my overall gpa is a 3.81 so i'm definitely in a good mood.  i'm so proud of myself yall.  unfortunately, there is no time to rest.  summer school starts thursday. i'm taking human anatomy and lab from 5:30pm- 10:45pm on tues. and thurs.  i also start working because Lord knows i need the money. it will be a busy summer yes indeed.  oh, here's an update on my crush situation.  he likes me too.  we are both crazy about each other.  thats all i can tell you for right now. well, i hope you all have a great summer. be blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-111644364345092267?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/111644364345092267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=111644364345092267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/111644364345092267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/111644364345092267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2005/05/spring-semester-oversummer-semester.html' title='spring semester over...summer semester begins!'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-111420443902300350</id><published>2005-04-22T20:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T17:13:59.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ahh man..i got a crush.</title><content type='html'>yep, you read it right. i got a crush on my friend. it just happened.  he is not even my type.  he is lighskinned ( i like dark guys), big ( i like slim guys), and short ( i like 6 footers).  but he is such a sweet guy.  he is very intelligent. all through college he had a 4.0 gpa and just got accepted to law school at harvard and yale univ.  most guys would walk around like they think they're better than everyone else but not him.  he is so down to earth and funny.  thats not even the best part about him either.  he is growing in his relationship with God.  that the most attractive part about him. he thinks i'm a sweetheart too (which i am) lol.   he's in school in mississippi and busy with graduation so we only talk about once a month. i talked to him last night so now i gotta wait until may 21st to talk to him. :-( oh well, i'll be alright.  we are really good friends, so even if we never become a couple, at least i got a great friendship.  i'll keep yall updated on my future husband (lol, just joking). be blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-111420443902300350?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/111420443902300350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=111420443902300350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/111420443902300350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/111420443902300350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2005/04/ahh-mani-got-crush.html' title='ahh man..i got a crush.'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-111360251105502558</id><published>2005-04-15T21:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T18:01:51.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank Goodness its Friday!</title><content type='html'>its the weekend baby! it's been a minute, but yall know how it is.  today was such a beautiful day. i didn't have class today, but i had a few errands to run. i had to goto emory university to their museum because i had to write an essay for lit class. words of advice, don't ever drive to emory! its very hard to find a parking space, and when you do finally find one, its way on the other side of the campus. i had to pay 3 dollars to park.  that money couldn't have been better spent on a happy meal or something. lol.  i also had to go to my campus to pay for the NET test (nurse entrance exam). i'm so nervous about it. i take it april 25th and i have to pass it to get accepted into the nursing program. i'm not worried about the math part since i use to be a math teacher, but i am worried about the reading comprehension part. i barely passed it on the practice test. i'm going to keep studying for it. wish me luck! be blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-111360251105502558?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/111360251105502558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=111360251105502558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/111360251105502558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/111360251105502558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2005/04/thank-goodness-its-friday.html' title='Thank Goodness its Friday!'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-111170133358262688</id><published>2005-03-24T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T16:55:33.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is good.</title><content type='html'>hey yall. i'm back.  i'm in a good mood today.  i feel at peace with life. not to say that everything in my life right now is just perfect, but i just don't let it get to me.  i'm just blessed to have a great family, blessed to wake up everyday.  man, i am so hyped i got an A on my speech test, one of the highest grades in the class. i also got an A on my midterm in my lit class.  yall i couldn't believe it! i thought i was the worst writer this side of the mississippi (did i spell that right?) lol. &lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i had to retake the regents's essay test again because i failed it the first time.  when i took the essay prep class, i got an A so hopefully i passed the freakin test.  as of right now, i have a 3.75 gpa , but that's not really good enough for me. i want to get close to a 4.0 gpa as humanly possible! i'm trying to get a scholarship to pay for nursing school. wish me luck yall.&lt;br /&gt; as far as my personal life,  no new news to tell ya about. lol. i'm still single as a dollar bill.  i'm probably going to stay single for a good long minute, probably until i graduate from school.  i need to focus on school and keeping my grades up. sometimes relationships can be a distraction. with that said, i'm always looking for new friends to talk to.  i enjoy meeting new people and learning something new. anywayz, i know i'm babblin now.  stay blessed. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-111170133358262688?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/111170133358262688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=111170133358262688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/111170133358262688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/111170133358262688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2005/03/life-is-good.html' title='Life is good.'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-111117249286128492</id><published>2005-03-18T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T14:01:32.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm....</title><content type='html'>hey yall. i know its been a while since i've updated this thing. i have like two personalities.  sometimes i can be reallly talkative and other times i'm really quiet. right now, i'm in quiet mode.  i've been thinking about a lot of things lately like my life, my goals, relationships.  this year, i'm really going to focus all my energy on my school.  i have a 7 page research paper to do in lit class, a persuasive speech to write, and another essay to write next week. i really hate writing! i need an A in all my classes this semester.  i want to keep at least a 3.7 gpa for this school year.  okay, thats all i have to say for now.  be blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-111117249286128492?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/111117249286128492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=111117249286128492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/111117249286128492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/111117249286128492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2005/03/hmmm.html' title='hmmm....'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-110988561227423182</id><published>2005-03-03T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T16:33:32.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nasty girls!</title><content type='html'>no...i'm not talking about vanity 6's song, but real nasty girls. i was at school when i had to go to the bathroom. i walk in the bathroom in the english building at my school, and there was tissues all over the floor. i go to check out which stall is the best out of the five.  the handicapped one (the most preferred one) had no toliet tissue. that ain't gonna work.  the 2nd one had pee all over the seat.  okay that's just gross. behind door number three, more pee on the seat. note to the ladies, if you can't squat and pee...just get some toliet tissue and place it on the seat and sit your nasty butt down on the seat! finally, i door number 4 was somewhat decent.  as i walk out the stall to wash my hands and comb my hair, 2 chicks come in.  now, i wasn't tryin to be nosey, but u can't help but see whats going on behind you in the mirror. one girl goes in the handicapped stall to use the restroom. note once again, that stall had absolutely no toliet tissue! i guess she didn't care. she came out, and washed her hands, and dipped.  ewwwww! the 2nd chick went into the stall i had just vacated. she walked out, took a glance in the mirror, and dipped. that nasty trick didn't even wash her hands! ewwww! most people talk about how guys are nasty as hell, but i think girls are 10 times more nasty than any male.  you guys never had to worry about seeing bloody pads on the floor next to the toliet.  okay, i'm gonna stop talking about this now.  hopefully nobody puked while reading this blog. my spring break starts friday so i guess i'll do what i normally do...sit at the house and watch Oprah. lol. be blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-110988561227423182?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/110988561227423182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=110988561227423182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/110988561227423182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/110988561227423182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2005/03/nasty-girls.html' title='nasty girls!'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-110961119912761991</id><published>2005-02-28T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T12:19:59.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i need an ugly boo.</title><content type='html'>seriously! ugly guys will treat a woman like a queen. the better looking the dude, the less he will do for a woman. now when i mean "do for a woman", i'm not talking about materialistic things like buying her stuff or taking her out to expensive dinners, i'm just talking about making her feel special. thats all most women want is to feel special every once in a while. ok, i know you guys are looking at the screen like .."she must be bitter", and maybe i am a little bit. if you have been keeping up with my blogs, you will know there was a guy i was really diggin for a minute. we have been talking and just getting to know each other for about a month now. well, we finally went out on that date friday and everything was great. the movie was good, food was good, and we had fun. there was only one little incident that happened that night that kinda turned me off about him. i would tell you what he did, but i gotta go to class in about 10 minutes and i'm just not in the mood to type it up. anywayz, saturday i told him it kinda bothered me and i that i'm not trying to make a big deal about it, but it was rude and disrespectful to me and not to do it anymore. i didn't yell at him or get an attitude, but i said it in a very pleasant way. he apologized or whateva, but i could sense a little attitude. we changed topic and talked about something else and i wasn't going to bring up the incident anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, now here it is monday afternoon, and i haven't heard from him since. we normally talk everyday and 95% of the time when i call him, he answers the phone. i called him sunday at about 1pm to see how he was, no answer.  that weird, but i'm thinking he's at church.  by 8pm, he still didn't return my phone call. i called back at 8pm to talk to him, still no answer.  this is looking mighty suspecious. i'm starting to get the hint.  we had one little disagreement and now the punk ain't talking to me anymore. aint' that a bytch! that was all it took for him not to talk to me anymore! here i'm thinking that he was a "potential boyfriend" and all it took was one misunderstanding for him to drop me like a bad habit.  thats wild. i hate to admit it, but my feelings are a little hurt. well at least i know where i stand. why can't i just meet one cute dude who has a great personalitly and treats me with respect. thats all i want.  maybe this is a sign from God saying, "you need to focus on school and not these sorry dudes".  *sigh* well yall, i gotta go to class now. be blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-110961119912761991?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/110961119912761991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=110961119912761991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/110961119912761991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/110961119912761991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-need-ugly-boo.html' title='i need an ugly boo.'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-110934747461313934</id><published>2005-02-25T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T11:04:34.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressful Week!</title><content type='html'>i know its been a good minute since i have written a blog.  this week has been so stressful and i thank God its friday! i had a midterm and a final this week.  i had to also turn in a lab notebook and microscopic drawings. i got no sleep this week trying to get all my stuff done and study for the tests.  but enough about school, lets talk about my nonexistant personal life. lol. naw, i'm just joking. i still talk to the dude that i like and we are still cool. we are going to kick it all day today and take in a movie, "diary of a mad black woman", and go out to eat.  i really do like him and i know i said he probably got a lot  of girls, but i don't believe that now.  the more we talk, the more i like him and am really starting to get to know him. this whole taking it slow and really getting to know the person is cool. i recommend it to everyone.  this weekend i am just going to relax and sleep and be a lazy bum. lol. unfortunately, on sunday, i will have to start doing research on my speech and my final for next week. will the work ever end!! this is what i get for going back to school. lol. oh well, i'm about to get dressed now and get something to eat because i'm starving! be blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-110934747461313934?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/110934747461313934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/110934747461313934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2005/02/stressful-week.html' title='Stressful Week!'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-110815359918909947</id><published>2005-02-11T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T15:26:39.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day SUCKS!</title><content type='html'>oh no,, the countdown has begun to Valentine's Day! its the most dreaded day for a single female.  once again i will be sitting at the house eating chocolate ice cream and watching "waiting to exhale".  if i really wanted to, i could find some sucker to take me out for valentine's day, but that wouldn't be fair to him. i want to go out with a guy i actually like.  you might recall last weekend i had a hot date with this cutie. we are still cool. i'm pretty sure he will be taking out one of his women out on a date come monday.  so now i officially have no "potentials".  the other guy i threw into the "just friends" category still calls me everyday.  too bad i don't like him. his personality sucks! when he calls, most of the time i don't answer. hopefully, he'll get tired of my bullsh*t and stop calling me. i know y'all think i'm being shady, but i don't mean to. he is just way too immature. he needs to date a 17 or 18 year old who he can relate to. well i hope you guys have a better valentine's day than i will have. be blessed.      :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-110815359918909947?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/110815359918909947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=110815359918909947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/110815359918909947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/110815359918909947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentines-day-sucks.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day SUCKS!'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-110772322781244711</id><published>2005-02-06T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T15:53:47.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bad date/ good date</title><content type='html'>okay i know is superbowl sunday but who cares... the falcons didn't make it so i could give a rat's azz who wins. now on to the dirt of the day. friday afternoon and saturday afternoon, i had 2 dates.  one ended up being a disappointment and the other turned out to be a lovely surprise.  the date on friday was a with a guy i met online. i saw his picture and he looked really cute. he was a little younger than me, but i said what the heck.  when i opened the door, i knew it wasn't a love match. he definitely looked better in the picture but his personality annoyed the hell out of me. i was hoping he wouldn't like me, but when he tried to hold my hands in the movies, i knew he must have a little bit.  he definitely has officially gone into the "just friends" category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a date saturday afternoon. he seemed like a cool guy on the phone, but i figured he was a waste of time. i almost cancelled the date because i was watching a good movie "trois 3: the escort" (it was okay, but trois 1 &amp; 2 were better).  i decided to go anywayz since he lived right around the corner. when i opened the door, i was pleasantly surprised! he  was alot cuter than i remembered. we went to stone mountain park and just walked around and talked.  i really got to know more about him and liked him more the more we talked. he is the first guy in a long time i could see as "potential".  the only thing is i don't know how he feels about me. he did call me later on saturday night so i guess thats a good sign. we talked a little bit today, but i just don't know. i'm not going to get my hopes up because guys are too confusing. i think he's probably dating a whole lot of  females.  oh well, i'm not going to worry about it.  if its meant to be, it will be. okay i'm finished rambling. i know yall got a superbowl party to get to. 1luv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-110772322781244711?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/110772322781244711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/110772322781244711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2005/02/bad-date-good-date.html' title='bad date/ good date'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-110678154810670812</id><published>2005-01-26T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T18:19:25.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>been a min...</title><content type='html'>hey yall. i know its been a minute since i've updated my webpage. i've just been so busy with school. it's really important to me to make all As this semester. i'm trying really hard to get this nursing scholarship for next year, so i need for my grades to be on point. besides school, i haven't been doing anything (no hot dates). lol. i have, however, met a few guys that seem cool so far. nobody special. it seems like every guy i meet got baggage, (ie. a crazy ex that calls them everday). i got my own issues, i don't need added issues. lol. well anywayz, thats all i have to say 'til next time. be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-110678154810670812?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/110678154810670812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=110678154810670812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/110678154810670812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/110678154810670812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2005/01/been-min.html' title='been a min...'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-110585373633242885</id><published>2005-01-16T03:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T00:35:36.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>things that make you go.. hmmmm</title><content type='html'>hey yall. i hope everyone's saturday is going great.  i'm in a good mood since the Atlanta Falcons won 2nite.  i was just thinking about a conversation i had with a guy i've been talkin to lately.  i was telling him about the type i guy i want, (come on ladies we all got the infamous "list" lol).  the guy i want is someone who is smart, cute, funny, got goals in life (besides being in the entertainment industry), no kids, nice body,  between the age of 24 and 30, and lives in the atlanta metro area. when i told him this, my guy friend cracked up laughing.  when i asked what he was laughing about... all he said was "good luck".   then he started explaining how you never know who you will fall in love with.  even if i did meet a guy that fits the "list" that doesn't guarantee that he will be the "one".  i thought about that for a minute.. and what he said really made sense!  here i thought i had it all figured out and i don't.  i guess u really do learn something new everyday.  although i still want someone who fits most of the qualites on my "list",  i'm still going to stay open-minded when meeting guys cause you never know.  it really is about who you connect with.  well thats all i wanted to say. 1luv. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-110585373633242885?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/110585373633242885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=110585373633242885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/110585373633242885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/110585373633242885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2005/01/things-that-make-you-go-hmmmm.html' title='things that make you go.. hmmmm'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-110556994884070817</id><published>2005-01-12T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T17:45:48.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>can you find love twice?</title><content type='html'>i was talking to a male friend of mine and we were talking about finding the "one".   he started talking about how a couple of years back, he had the perfect relationship. he was in love with a extremely beautiful woman who was just as beautiful on the inside, made $75,000 a year, had no kids, and down to earth. when he was with her he was the happiest he had ever been in his life. so i asked him why they weren't together anymore and he tells me that he cheated on her with his 'baby mama'.  i just don't get it! how can a guy who had everything fukk it up?!  so basically that just tells me ... no matter how beautiful, smart, rich, or great your girl is,  guys will still find a way to mess it up. he told me he knew he messed that up and now he's looking for the one  "foreal this time".  is it really possible to find love twice? or will you have to settle for less the next time around? i mean, lets be real.... what are the possibilities of him finding someone better than her?  if you can cheat on someone who made you the happiest you ever been then what are the chances of you cheating on someone a little below her level? pretty much the same i would think.   well i sincerely hope he does find love again. shyt...i'm just trying to find love the first time around.    :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-110556994884070817?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/110556994884070817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=110556994884070817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/110556994884070817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/110556994884070817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2005/01/can-you-find-love-twice.html' title='can you find love twice?'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-110550470103295325</id><published>2005-01-12T02:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T23:38:21.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ain't this a BITCH?!</title><content type='html'>wow...today has got to be the worst day i had in a long time.  when the new year came i was so confident and happy about life. i went to church that new year's eve and just knew this was going to be the year.  the sermon message was "the best is yet to come", and i really felt that. unfortunately, i didn't take in account their were going to be obstacles to overcome. how naive of me. the first thing that happened today was that i found out i'm no longer eligible for financial aid. that was a shocker... i mean they could have a warned a sista.. sent a postcard or something! so i was a little down but nevertheless... got over it. then, i also found out that one of the most important classes that i really need to take got taken off my schedule.  i mean i registered for this semester the first day of early registration and paid my money and everything! two days before classes started i checked my classes to print out what building and classroom to goto and low and behold one of my freaking classes wasn't there! i tried to register for it again but now the class is closed...ain't that a bitch!  so basically that sets me a semester back from graduating. talk about pissed off!  so you already get my drift of how pissed off i was. it couldn't get worse than that..right?  wrong! i'm driving to school for my late night class just mindin my business... when i see the sirens behind me. i'm sittin there like "great.. a perfect ending to a fukked up day"! this punk ass police officer gives me TWO tickets (not 1) ! i already have one ticket that i have to goto court for next week and this BIATCH gives me another ticket for the same fukkin thing! well anywayz.... today sucked azz and i had to get the shyt off my chest. sorry for all the curse words...it just was one of those days. its way to early in the year for this bullshyt... lets just hope my preacher was right and the best really is yet to come. i hope yall had a better day than i had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-110550470103295325?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/110550470103295325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/110550470103295325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2005/01/aint-this-bitch.html' title='ain&apos;t this a BITCH?!'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-110539519506276187</id><published>2005-01-10T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T17:13:15.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of class!</title><content type='html'>well today was the first day of the spring semester. i had 2 classes today and they both suck! the first class is a 'regent's essay prep' class. i have never felt so dumb in my life. here i am a 25 year old college graduate who can't even pass a stupid essay part of a required test for college! i'm taking this class so i can be sure to pass it when i take it again in march.  when i  walked in the room ...why was i the only black person in there?? the class was filled with asians who speak english as a second language! after about 10 min. other blacks and whites came in ...so i hate to admit it...but i was relieved. at least i'm not the only one who can't write a freakin paper. lol.  can u blame me... i was a math education major in college. the last english course i took was in '98.&lt;br /&gt;the second class i had to today is a georgia college requirement and the most dreaded class for most people...public speaking aka speech.  i was about thisclose to dropping this class because it terrifies me!  the only reason i didn't is because i'll have to it take to graduate so i might as well get it over with now.  whenver i have to stand in front of people to speak, my hands get sweaty, my heart starts beating really fast, and i feel like i'm going to faint.  i'm serious yall... my mind goes totally blank then i start stuttering and saying , "ummm..." alot.  oh well..they say "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger" so that will probably be my motto for this semester.  wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-110539519506276187?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/feeds/110539519506276187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10019310&amp;postID=110539519506276187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/110539519506276187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/110539519506276187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2005/01/1st-day-of-class.html' title='1st day of class!'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-110521690310387509</id><published>2005-01-08T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T15:41:43.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dry in 2005</title><content type='html'>well every year on new year's day...people make their new year's resolution. of course, within 3 months most people forgot about them and go back to doing what they normally do and then  make that same resolution the next new year.  come on ...i know yall know what i'm talkin about. lol. well my new year's resolution, (which i started way b4 2005), is to not have sex or continue to be celibate in 2005. like seriously...no sex, no kissing, no nothing.  so of course that means i will stay single for 2005. lol.  this year i'm just looking for friendships. if something was to grow from that ...cool, if not ... its cool also. and i'm not talkin about "homey lover friends" either.  i really believe the next person i get in a relationship with , will be my husband.  so instead of wasting my time dealing with these wack dudes, with their wack game...i'll just chill. its too many diseases out here to be bed hoppin. so i'mma stay dry for 2005. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10019310-110521690310387509?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/110521690310387509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/110521690310387509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2005/01/dry-in-2005.html' title='Dry in 2005'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10019310.post-110514001194774067</id><published>2005-01-07T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T18:20:11.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally got a blog! 2005</title><content type='html'>wow! i finally got a blog.  it's been a long time coming. i plan to just write whateva i feel like writing. this is just for entertainment purposes when u chillin at the house or at work and got nothing better to do. thanks for stoppin by.  Oh yeah...HAPPY NEW YEAR!&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/10019310-110514001194774067?l=atlcutey20.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/110514001194774067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10019310/posts/default/110514001194774067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlcutey20.blogspot.com/2005/01/finally-got-blog-2005.html' title='Finally got a blog! 2005'/><author><name>ATLcutey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07873924130385064983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zvzlC4sRe0/TK4wjvNo8SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/O2F8JYb4_zc/S220/048.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
