<?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-3634992979183750191</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:40:56.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aubrey's Little Things</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;in that one kiss. just that one kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;lost in that wilderness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;the wild, passionate, sensual kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;at that moment it’s my everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;it’s my anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;he holds me with all his&amp;nbsp;strength, so strong, so big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;but he’s kiss is gentle. peaceful. kinda like spring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;takes over me, i embrace it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;- Aubrey&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-5516213017488108005?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/5516213017488108005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2012/01/getting-lost-in-it-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/5516213017488108005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/5516213017488108005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2012/01/getting-lost-in-it-all.html' title='getting lost in it all...'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-1966913384980213107</id><published>2012-01-05T17:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T17:02:09.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort</title><content type='html'>"hey, do you want me. look at me. stare at me. really look at my naked body and tell me what you see. no, do not turn away, babe. actually look at me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two naked beings stand in front of each other and look. using there eyes to read their story. embracing the discomfort for a little while. the awkwardness fades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"babe, your body is beautiful, you're beautiful. don't hide your eyes from mine. we're looking at us, the real us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aubrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-1966913384980213107?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/1966913384980213107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2012/01/comfort.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/1966913384980213107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/1966913384980213107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2012/01/comfort.html' title='Comfort'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-5915125489633688610</id><published>2012-01-04T18:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T18:47:26.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Isn't Always Easy...</title><content type='html'>Her: hey, i'm here. what did i miss?&lt;br /&gt;not much huh? is he still at his shit again? oh jeeze when will it end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babe, you with me? it's me... how you feeling? you're tired huh? lemme feel your head, are you hot?&lt;br /&gt;oh babe, you're burning up... lemme get a wet cloth for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here, put this on your head and try to get some sleep... i'll be here when you wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*two hours later*&lt;br /&gt;babe, are you sleeping? you're so peaceful when you sleep. i bet you're dreaming those big dreams you usually dream. that's what i love about you. you were never afraid to dream big dreams and then tell the world. never cared what they thought about you. you know that you're my hero in some way right? i hate to admit but you carry these traits that i wish i had in my self... you're one in a million... i'll just lay here next to you until morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: hey, are you asleep? ... guess so. i had this dream where you were talking to me about how much you admired me? i don't know you would... everyone has this opinion about me and i thought you did too. i hope my dream wasn't a lie because the same things you said you saw in me are the same things i see in you. you're so strong and brave and patient. especially having to deal with me and my&amp;nbsp;outbursts. i now my condition doesn't make me the easiest person to deal with but i want you to know that i'm thankful for you.&lt;br /&gt;i love you. and i mean that. i will always love you. i should be the one taking care of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aubrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-5915125489633688610?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/5915125489633688610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2012/01/life-isnt-always-easy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>i find my mom sometimes to be a little annoying, especially when it comes to the money i'll be making. i&amp;nbsp;understand&amp;nbsp;she cares or whatever. at the same time, i wanna be able to do things on my own you know? lemme make my money, leave me alone with it. if i need help i'll ask. why can't that be understood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aubrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-4875705884727141089?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/4875705884727141089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2011/10/urgh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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i like that blog though. it's interesting and &amp;nbsp;filled with pictures and shit. hah! but this is and always will be my first. it's like tumblr is a loud party and Blogger is what you're going home to. the bed you go to sleep in after that wild party you know. so i guess you can say i'm ready to sleep now. i missed you yeah? lol. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aubrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-1431271356221365291?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/1431271356221365291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-been-away-yeah-i-know-i-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/1431271356221365291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/1431271356221365291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-been-away-yeah-i-know-i-know.html' title='i been away yeah? i know, i know'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-2626277778192979551</id><published>2011-10-21T04:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T04:40:12.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'>usually not sober for this long... withdraws kick in slowly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;i used to use all that shit because you acted like you didn’t know me.&lt;br /&gt;you’re attention was needed.&lt;br /&gt;my body, i abused it.&lt;br /&gt;from the inside out, i wanted you to see that beauty.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted you to see that raw truth, your name was written all over it.&lt;br /&gt;so i smoked till i couldn’t see, i drank till my feet were heavy.&lt;br /&gt;i figured since you just “liked” me sober, you’d love me intoxicated.&lt;br /&gt;i was wrong, too blind to see. i wanted you to see me.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted you to feel me, embrace me&lt;br /&gt;most of all i wanted you to love me. but you didn’t. you loved being inside me.&lt;br /&gt;you loved to use me, you mistreated me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’m usually not sober for this long, withdraws are kicking in slowly,&lt;br /&gt;i used to use all that shit because you acted like you didn’t know me.&lt;br /&gt;you’re attention was needed.&lt;br /&gt;my body, i abused it.&lt;br /&gt;i don’t know i spent so much time on a love that wasn’t mind.&lt;br /&gt;the pain was more then unkind.&lt;br /&gt;i seemed like the stupid girl who got pissed drunk for attention&lt;br /&gt;when deep down, all i wanted was your affection.&lt;br /&gt;i was destroying me. you probably knew it too.&lt;br /&gt;you could never understand now much i loved you.&lt;br /&gt;i’d do anything you asked within the blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;but as soon as i fucked up, you said your goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jokes on me huh? what a stupid girl&lt;br /&gt;i would have gave this man everything in my fucking world.&lt;br /&gt;the alcohol and the weed did nothing for me, did nothing for us.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, it slowly betrayed our trust…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’m usually not sober for this long, withdraws are kicking in slowly,&lt;br /&gt;i used to use all that shit because you acted like you didn’t know me.&lt;br /&gt;you’re attention was needed.&lt;br /&gt;but not anymore, no long will you mistreat this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the road to recovery…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;- Aubrey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-2626277778192979551?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/2626277778192979551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2011/10/usually-not-sober-for-this-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/2626277778192979551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/2626277778192979551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2011/10/usually-not-sober-for-this-long.html' title='usually not sober for this long... withdraws kick in slowly.'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-6515868142498890732</id><published>2011-01-25T17:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T17:53:52.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;she’s wearing a light red, oversized hoodie with black lettering which say “go away” in the front, white tights with red rose pattering on her left thigh. white and red Nike shoes and white and red sun glasses, her frames covered half her face. she was walking along Younge street with her head down a little bit, kinda like she knew where she was going but had no rush in getting there. she walked by a&amp;nbsp;little&amp;nbsp;restaurant and looked through the huge glass door. she saw him standing there. she knew he saw her looking so she quickly looked passed him and continued to walk along.&amp;nbsp;knowing him, he spotted out her swag immediately and rushed out the door to catch up to her. she could feel his eyes on her back and she was saying to herself “i hope he doesn’t see me, i hope he doesn’t see me, i hope he really doesn’t see me…” he caught up and said “hey, where you off to? we really need to talk…” she replied with&amp;nbsp;demeanor in her voice “we got nothing to speak about” she held the edges of her shirt and said “you do know how to read right? take my shirts advice…” she brushes passed him and walks without anymore words. before she could take two more steps he grabs her arm, she freezes. “Amber, please?” he says. there’s desperation in his voice. her voice perks up in a sarcastic tone “since i’m in a&amp;nbsp;fantastic&amp;nbsp;mood after yesterday’s bullshit, i’ll give you 20 minutes, i got nothing better nor important to do, at least i can make time…” after this she takes off her frames and rolls her eyes all in one swift motion. relieved he says “thank you, we can head up to pickle barrel, that’s&amp;nbsp;just&amp;nbsp;two minutes from where we’re standing.” “hope&amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;know that’s two minutes gone from the 20…time’s ticking, Niko” she said with a devilish wink.&amp;nbsp;they start to walk, awkward silence. Niko walks behind while Amber walks ahead fast and walking as if Niko was never behind her. “i always wondered why she walked so damn fast all the time, doesn’t her feet ever get tired?” he thought to himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;they finally get to pickle barrel and get a table seated for two in a little corner in the&amp;nbsp;restaurant. he pulls out a seat for her while she sits in the opposite chair. “chivalry is dead, especially with you so don’t pull that shit out now cause you’re somewhat ‘sorry’. cut the crap, what do you want Niko?” you can hear the irritation in her voice and it was now making him uneasy and nervous. “well i just wanted to tell you how sorry i am and i didn’t mean to forget our special day yesterday, i told you Nikkiyah meant and still means nothing to me, she was just at the wrong place at the wrong time” “oh come on Niko, you know damn well she always does something like this, she’s fucking everywhere” Amber’s voice began to wise out of anger over Niko’s&amp;nbsp;explanation. “if she’s not at your work, she’s dropping by your place, if not there she’s driving by my work… this chick lives all the way in&amp;nbsp;Brampton&amp;nbsp;and seems to find her way down here huh? it seems like you like all this attention she’s giving you… what am i not giving you enough? or are you bored?” she pauses and tears start flooding her eyes. she hides her face with her hands and sweater&amp;nbsp;sleeves. “what more can i give you to realize that’s it’s always been you Amb? i’m trying right now. i’m showing you that i’m trying, forget her, she ain’t shit to me, just another chick who needs to find herself before she can have anyone else. she’s not gonna have me. i’m already somewhere else. Amb i want you” in an instant she looked up at him, her eyes warm and her face was a deep brown. that her body’s way of saying she’s blushing. he smiles, she smiles and makes eye contact from time to time. “see babe, i know you. you get all gitty and shy when you blush.” he says while whipping away her tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;she gets up from her seat and looks towards the door. “oh give me a fucking break.” she shoots up the finger. it’s Nikkiyah. she opens the door and points in their direction. “oh no.” Niko says and rubs the back of his head with his hand. Nikkiyah walks over. smiling from ear to ear. she’s wearing tall black high heel bots with white skinnys. a&amp;nbsp;Canadian&amp;nbsp;goose jacket and a&amp;nbsp;beanie&amp;nbsp;covering her long 22 inch weave. “well, well, well. surprised to see you guys here…together. Niko, i thought i told you that i was gonna be late and expected you alone?” Amber quickly turned to Niko and slapped him with all her left-over energy. “well it looks like you 20 minutes not only have been cut short by miss prissy over here, it seems we have a liar amongst the three of us and God knows it isn’t me.” Niko holds his face and looks at Amber dead in her eyes. “Amber i wouldn’t, Amber you know me, don’t you?” “i don’t know what i know about you anymore.” she looks over at Nikkiyah whose still smiling like she’s at comedy central and says “well i’ll give you one thing, you fight for what you want but take a look at all the damage you leave behind. i wouldn’t be surprised if Karma ends up sleeping with him while your gone…” “she already has&amp;nbsp;little&amp;nbsp;miss, who do you think i am?” “Nikkiyah laughs “don’t play with big bitches when you’re still a puppy. now i know you aren’t a stupid mutt are you?” Amber holds her&amp;nbsp;tongue and begins to walk to the door. “and thanks for keeping my seat warm.” Nikkiyah’s last words pierce through Amber. A pain she has never felt before and it’s over-whelming. she begins to run to the door. “why do you fuck with weak ass bitches Nik? Nikkiyah says facing Niko. “i think i stopped doing that when i stopped fucking with you” Niko snaps back. “then why are you still standing here when your so called “love of you life runs out on you…again…?” Niko still standing here couldn’t find the answers to the question being shot at him by a girl he wishes flew out the country and left him alone for good. he wanted to run after her, but it dawned on him that from his grip he’s losing the best thing that could have ever happened to him, he didn’t know what do to. “you’re last chance babyboy, i bet she’s already by college station by now…” Nikkiyah was now being annoying. she takes a seat and looks through the menu. he slaps her menu down scaring here “you know, i life it when you get aggressive, it’s something that always turned me on about you” she shots him a smile while she tries touching his face but he grabs her hand in mid air. with anger in his eyes and voice he says to her “i don’t know how much clearer i have to be with you Kiyah but listen, i don’t want you. i want Amber, i always have and i will for a very long time. you showing up places to freak her out or make her insecure stops today, if not you won’t like my visit. trust. when i was with you i made it clear what i wanted and i thought we had an understanding. it’s obvious you never had someone like me. if i hear your name again come out of Amber’s mouth, i swear on my mothers grave you’ll be seriously sorry, am i making myself clear?” Nikkiyah’s facial expression said that we was clear but wanted to push his buttons but knew now wouldn’t be a great time. “whatever you say Niko, guess she’s&amp;nbsp;something&amp;nbsp;special huh?”&amp;nbsp;”more special than you can ever understand. you’re too busy being vindictive and destructive that you have no time to look on the brighter things in life. you should start, maybe then you’ll be happy…” he replied back. “why don’t you buy yourself something to drink? you’re looking kinda thirsty…” with that being said he runs out after Amber.&lt;br style="margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;Nikkiyah whispers to herself “you’re the only one that could satisfy my thirst…”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-6515868142498890732?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/6515868142498890732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2011/01/go-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/6515868142498890732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/6515868142498890732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2011/01/go-away.html' title='Go Away'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-5660478929369589401</id><published>2011-01-02T21:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T21:56:00.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;let the past be the past, the future is what you make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;i'm here, all here. bare with me, i knew time, i took a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;i let down my walls, my emotions are on the line and for this, i swear i'll take all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;i'm here, i always am, i will be and forever yours but..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;deep down there's a void to be filled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;a cavity that needs to be fixed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;i was never about the tricks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;i'm writing this to refresh you. to give you this as a token of my kindness to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;my love is unconditional and my kindness is not my weakness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;i'm trying to give you, what you'll never grow use to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;this isn't from the heart...it's from the soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all you need is a little&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=" fbUnderline" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Soul Food.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-5660478929369589401?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/5660478929369589401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2011/01/soul-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/5660478929369589401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/5660478929369589401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2011/01/soul-food.html' title='Soul Food'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-4700327224110202992</id><published>2010-12-28T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T12:04:29.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over</title><content type='html'>i just can't deal anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna sleep, i wanna eat. i wanna be able to cope. i wanna function like i used to. i seriously want to forget you.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna be friends, heck i don't even want to talk to you now. you are what i like to call SELFISH.&lt;br /&gt;yeeep. and i'm using it in direct CONTEXT. at least i know how to use words and not throw them around. well i wouldn't know how you use words. heck i probably don't even know the real you. that's one thing i can't deal with. your scared for what? to let me in? you think keeping up these walls is going to make you a better person? it's just hiding your true self from the world. but that's OKAAY! because i'm at my brim now. i'm fed up. i'm tired. you&amp;nbsp;drained&amp;nbsp;me. used me up until there was nothing else. funny how i knew this was gonna happen. i saw it. but i let it play out cause i wanted to see if it would change. i guess not. i just put myself up for more hurt and pain from someone who said they were going to protect me from it... so much for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i asked was realness and honesty. guess it was too hard to come by. that's all you asked of me. i gave it to you. on a fucking silver platter too. you were on me so much for not being completely honest with you. and now look. then you wonder why i give so much attitude and have anger towards you. it's because you're just...not seeing the big picture. why am i even bothering to vent? real bitches stick around. that's how you know they're hearts big enough for two. i'm finding it extremely hard to forgive you this time. all the other times is because...well i don't know because. i just did so there was no bad blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing that really burns the most is that now if you were to even spill out shit like you did before. i might not even take in what you said let alone believe you. sucks cause you basically lost my trust. i never thought i'd live to see this day... sad, sad, sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aubrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-4700327224110202992?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/4700327224110202992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/4700327224110202992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/4700327224110202992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s Over'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-7309509010223997678</id><published>2010-12-24T01:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T01:41:04.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope It's A Soft One...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;did i really let my self down?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;or was this some kind of lesson in a cloud?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;looking through old things, old thoughts, old me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;i drifted so far away, i'm really thinking "how can this be?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;this isn't want i asked for nor did i want this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;but again this is life, i guess i gotta now live with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;it's just that, it's something i never expected from me, it got too far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;i have now pushed the old one down and raised a new barthey say with growth sometimes comes change and understanding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;but i'm now falling, just waiting on that landing...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-7309509010223997678?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-8416167976448884328</id><published>2010-12-19T04:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T04:18:52.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Change.</title><content type='html'>how did it feel to have a body laying next to you&lt;br /&gt;a girl who loved you and would always pull though&lt;br /&gt;to take in her scent, to hold on to her body&lt;br /&gt;to feel every inch of her ocean, without it being something naughty&lt;br /&gt;to have her there all night long just laying there, her mind all too strong?&lt;br /&gt;you went there again, you did it. but this time to sticked around though it&lt;br /&gt;even in the end you stayed with her while her thoughts raced on what happened.&lt;br /&gt;you did was a real man should... you made her feel somewhat comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;made her forgot about the world and her problems.&lt;br /&gt;even with the ball you thought she'd fumble but she made her way through&lt;br /&gt;cause on that ball, her name was written right next to you.&lt;br /&gt;the true meaning of her love is written inside her soul&lt;br /&gt;but she's too afraid to even let it show&lt;br /&gt;she's been down that road with you and it's cause her a great deal of stress&lt;br /&gt;but with you she finds it worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're something like a best friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aubrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-8416167976448884328?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/8416167976448884328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-9123100057831097816</id><published>2010-12-19T04:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T04:28:51.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one of those nights.</title><content type='html'>telling me the sky's the limit.&lt;br /&gt;my team basically has no limit&lt;br /&gt;so we ain't in the same page, i'm way ahead of my time&lt;br /&gt;gifted, poetic and true, lemme spit this one rhyme&lt;br /&gt;for your ears to eat, let the mind speak&lt;br /&gt;truthful ways, no sinful ways&lt;br /&gt;keep that dirty haze off this deep phase&lt;br /&gt;let the light shine free, body continue to speak&lt;br /&gt;feel and know, that it's our tim to grow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aubrey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-9123100057831097816?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/9123100057831097816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-of-those-nights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/9123100057831097816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/9123100057831097816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-of-those-nights.html' title='one of those nights.'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-6968810729686661700</id><published>2010-11-29T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T22:54:42.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Days.</title><content type='html'>it's like laying in the warm sand while the sun&amp;nbsp;beams down on you making you feel...&lt;br /&gt;relaxed, beautiful, toasty.&lt;br /&gt;you're my sunshine on that beach, this is how you make me feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-6968810729686661700?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/6968810729686661700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/11/beach-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/6968810729686661700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/6968810729686661700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/11/beach-days.html' title='Beach Days.'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-7603942159778430655</id><published>2010-11-04T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T22:15:10.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Killer...</title><content type='html'>it was blaring through the trunk speakers.&lt;br /&gt;i used to hate it when you sang it to me...well so i made it seem.&lt;br /&gt;when deep down i was feeling it every got-damn time.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted you to sing it over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;"i'm a mutha fucking KILLER"&lt;br /&gt;ahh especially since your voice is just the right tone of deepness...wooo given me chills.&lt;br /&gt;who knows of you'll ever sing that song ever again to me...but remembering it was&amp;nbsp;pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just have this sense of giving up on something i been chasing for so long, i'm used to chasing and getting what i want...but this time it was different. i ended up with something yes...but it wasn't anything more anyhow. i still appreciate the fact that i got you anyways... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my love for my other half knows no&amp;nbsp;bounders... ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aubrey Hope-Lynn Winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-7603942159778430655?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/7603942159778430655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/11/killer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/7603942159778430655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/7603942159778430655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/11/killer.html' title='Killer...'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-7400855489201606089</id><published>2010-10-13T21:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T21:27:14.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seek No More...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;thoughts racing, tension collides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;and i’m doing this all with my wide eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;why the fuck do they begin to flood, the the fuck do i begin to bleed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;this is what i’m craving for, this is what i need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;lay down, LAY DOWN, just put your body flat out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;i do it&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;cause i have no doubt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;NO, I WANT THIS…I FUCKING WANT THIS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;am i fucking twisted? i barely even tasted it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;right there, right there. my word it’s right there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;it slipped away now…too complicated to bare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;i’m going nuts over it…wanting, needing…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;but forget it all now, the one i was seeking….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;i seek no more….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-7400855489201606089?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/7400855489201606089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/10/seek-no-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/7400855489201606089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/7400855489201606089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/10/seek-no-more.html' title='Seek No More...'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-1145679909598956815</id><published>2010-10-11T17:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T18:01:19.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thought...</title><content type='html'>so i'm laying there. tears linger in my eyes. they do not fall&lt;br /&gt;the floor is cold but from i can make there's a warmth coming from in between my legs.&lt;br /&gt;what's done is done. many times before have a felt this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;am i annoyed by this feeling? no. it's whatever&lt;br /&gt;that's how i'm looking at "this" as a whatever thing&lt;br /&gt;but i shouldn't be...basically what's left of my innocence is on the line here...&lt;br /&gt;they come in all the time. having me feel no ways when in comes down to it now..&lt;br /&gt;i'm out of sync...my hormones are basically kinda calm, but ready to bounce...&lt;br /&gt;this is a part of growing up right? just basically brushing off what little girls would make such a big deal over. nahh... not me...so why do i lay on the icy floor, eyes all glossy just feeling this warmth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in deep thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i got all if it out right now..i think we'd be here for days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aubrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-1145679909598956815?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/1145679909598956815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-im-laying-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/1145679909598956815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/1145679909598956815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-im-laying-there.html' title='Deep Thought...'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-604626288055992638</id><published>2010-10-08T00:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T00:08:31.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Herself...Is Missing</title><content type='html'>she sits, in dark with dim, next to nothing light&lt;br /&gt;tears fill her eyes like rain in plain site&lt;br /&gt;she's hurting, never letting go of the pain&lt;br /&gt;she relives it all over again&lt;br /&gt;it can't escape her, if you really think about it it's all she ever knew&lt;br /&gt;abuse, it began to grow, she knows it's true&lt;br /&gt;she wasn't to erase, but she knows this time it isn't paper&lt;br /&gt;and the reason she thinks this all happened is because her blood hates her&lt;br /&gt;it runs threw her, so she leaks it&lt;br /&gt;she can't stand it, so from her soul she bleeps it&lt;br /&gt;for a little while though, but just like snow storm, it comes to brighten her up&lt;br /&gt;this is reality though, what is it doing right now...literally cuttin her up&lt;br /&gt;no one knows the true feelings as to what plays in her insides.&lt;br /&gt;but what more can she do...all she ever does is cry&lt;br /&gt;her friends, hate seeing her like this, but there's little they feel they can do or say&lt;br /&gt;and she can't control herself anymore...anything they say makes her snap this way&lt;br /&gt;she cries till she can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;screams till there's no voice&lt;br /&gt;but her feelings think "does she really have a choice"&lt;br /&gt;everything comes hard, hits her faster then bullets&lt;br /&gt;she thought everything will ease up...until this&lt;br /&gt;she's losing...the battle&lt;br /&gt;herself...is missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can anybody out there see her?&lt;br /&gt;cause she can't seem to see herself anymore....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-604626288055992638?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/604626288055992638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/10/she-sits-in-dark-with-dim-next-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/604626288055992638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/604626288055992638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/10/she-sits-in-dark-with-dim-next-to.html' title='Herself...Is Missing'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-3993912625616941548</id><published>2010-10-04T07:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T07:30:41.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Verse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;given up on me. yea i seem to think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;nothing worst then this low blow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;it's a no go, no where to put my words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;since basically all my crap is for the birds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;haha. seem to try, seem to figure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;nothing feels better right then pullin the trigger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;then have it left to linger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;on all of your shoulders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;they say "this is just part of life, you're getting older"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;ya yea life a game to me. just gotta fight it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;all these wrongs i gotta right them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;all these chains i gotta break them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;all this pain, can you take them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;funny how they're right there but they feel so far away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;guess i'm truly on my own now, no one is ment here to stay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;thanks for giving up on me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;- Hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-3993912625616941548?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/3993912625616941548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/10/morning-verse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/3993912625616941548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/3993912625616941548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/10/morning-verse.html' title='Morning Verse...'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-54612132636036478</id><published>2010-09-30T22:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T22:38:58.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>something i do i guess.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;his brother called me “Hope” cause i brought it to the team&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;so now i gotta bring it, make it come out like how it seems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;the difference between getting money and getting creamed is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;the part where you lose and the moment where you drop the bizz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;i’m shy i know, building stacks? hell no…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;but i’m getting there, steady, tryna show them that i’m ready&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;to do this, do me…let go of all this misery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;cut off all the stress, no more hide behind the shadows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;this is Aubrey, your Hope, which i hold…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-54612132636036478?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/54612132636036478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/09/something-i-do-i-guess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/54612132636036478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/54612132636036478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/09/something-i-do-i-guess.html' title='something i do i guess.'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-3427816210275403461</id><published>2010-09-19T01:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T01:03:34.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends Last Forever Or Not?</title><content type='html'>minds racing and thoughts of intoxication fill the air.&lt;br /&gt;straight to the face...she beats that juice. compared to her, the bottle was no fool. it knew what it was down for.&lt;br /&gt;she sat there, reading, trying to keep composure. "i'm coming over.."&lt;br /&gt;yea, spilling over...down the hatch it goes. "swim through my blood stream." nasty father habits.&lt;br /&gt;she gets the text "i'm downstairs.."&lt;br /&gt;the walk of shame is about to begin, but she can't forget her best friend for the night, her bottle.&lt;br /&gt;grey goose to be exact.&amp;nbsp;gulps&amp;nbsp;before she hits the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;what a site to see has she goes down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;surprising herself, she didn't even fall, feeling kinda&amp;nbsp;accomplished&amp;nbsp;she hits the last set of stairs, opens the door.&lt;br /&gt;sexiest car amongst the rest, she spots it out like wild fire.&lt;br /&gt;she begins to walk over to the whip.&lt;br /&gt;with best friend in hand she sees more then one face on the car.&lt;br /&gt;she can make out three but the last one...i face never seen before.&lt;br /&gt;pretty yes.&lt;br /&gt;so his type...anger builds...unexplainable.&lt;br /&gt;she waves...the wave was limp and filled with death.&lt;br /&gt;she gulps like it's nothing. whips her lips. looks at the bottle, it's almost done...&lt;br /&gt;she can't believe. she feels her legs will fail from below her.&lt;br /&gt;he steps out the car when she gets closer...he smells the alcohol on her breath and what shocked.&lt;br /&gt;"hey how you doing? how was your night? bet is was nice eh? i bet it really was" she shoots him a smile&lt;br /&gt;"why? what are you doing?" he says...&lt;br /&gt;but means it in a way she could pick up.&lt;br /&gt;"i'm doing not a thing...getting to know my best friend more. wanna meet her? she's sweet. in all ways. i bet like what's her face in the car....bitch" she's now loosing it. not&amp;nbsp;understanding&amp;nbsp;why all this is coming out...&lt;br /&gt;after all...there's no feelings here...is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's not flaming mad.&lt;br /&gt;makes a couple calls while she stand there, finishing the bottle...&lt;br /&gt;a car pulls up and someone comes out of it...&lt;br /&gt;he throws them the keys.&lt;br /&gt;"take them home then drop the car back, i have the extra key.&amp;nbsp;imma stay here for a while."&lt;br /&gt;points at her and her best friend.&lt;br /&gt;the man nods and drives away.&lt;br /&gt;he grabs her...searches her pockets and grabs her keys...they walk to the&amp;nbsp;entrance&amp;nbsp;to her staircase.&lt;br /&gt;"what am i? a criminal? why you bothering on staying...don't you have to get back to your bitch? i'm sure she waiting on that juicy dick of yours"&lt;br /&gt;with her free hand she grabs his package...&lt;br /&gt;he pushes her up against the door&lt;br /&gt;"i understand you're drunk, so what you say right now will not get taken serious..."&lt;br /&gt;she's irritated...everything is moving slow but his words are hitting her like she's in a boxing match...&lt;br /&gt;"whatever, just know i can handle my own, i don't need you"&lt;br /&gt;he's opening the door while she begins to hum&lt;br /&gt;"does he know what he did, turn my heart into flames?" then her best friend to her face...&lt;br /&gt;"is that so?" he says to himself....&lt;br /&gt;she screams...FUCK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;he laughs grabs her and they make a trip up the stairs&lt;br /&gt;"you know all that substance is bad?"&lt;br /&gt;he says in concern&lt;br /&gt;"oh so now you care about my well being...such a joke you are...guess that's why i love you." she winks at him&lt;br /&gt;finally get to the top stairs...she throws up over the staircase. then whips her face&lt;br /&gt;"there goes the neighborhood" best friend greets her face again&lt;br /&gt;he grew tired seeing her and her "best friend" make kissy face...he grabs the fucking bottle and pours the rest over the staircase.&lt;br /&gt;"all gone...best friends don't always last forever"&lt;br /&gt;she says "well lucky us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get to the door and he smells the house...guess that's not the only bottle she made best friends with.&lt;br /&gt;the house tells a story of pain and heartache. he didn't know how to feel. looked at her and felt a pain he never felt. he felt sorry for he's first love...she's throwing herself away all because of his actions, he felt he didn't know what more to do...but for right now he had to be there for her. he helped her get out of her vomit clothes, bathed her,&amp;nbsp;lotion&amp;nbsp;her, listen to her shit talk from "i'll kill you" to "i want your kids" to "sorry excuse for man" to "you mean the world to me" she said it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally got her P.J.'s on and waited till she fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;she kept&amp;nbsp;humming&amp;nbsp;what one song from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;"distant lover...so far away. dream of him, since that day..."&lt;br /&gt;"what song do you continue to hum?"&lt;br /&gt;she replies "Trey Songz - Does She Know...I changed the He's to She's, cause i can relate"&lt;br /&gt;he watches her...after she said that and begins to watch her does off, still trying to keep up with the song...&lt;br /&gt;he's thinking while he could be with her he's here taking care of his best friend.&lt;br /&gt;he starts to think of the time he was in&amp;nbsp;trouble&amp;nbsp;like&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;over a girl he was talking to...&lt;br /&gt;he looks at her again&lt;br /&gt;"you were always there for me...now i guess it's my turn...even if it is my fault...i'm sorry"&lt;br /&gt;he turns over on the other side of the bed they were laying on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she opens her eyes and says..."it's about time you started realizing shit..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-3427816210275403461?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/3427816210275403461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/09/best-friends-last-forever-or-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/3427816210275403461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/3427816210275403461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/09/best-friends-last-forever-or-not.html' title='Best Friends Last Forever Or Not?'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-4972086364328676244</id><published>2010-09-15T18:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T18:20:14.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;something&amp;nbsp;I’ve&amp;nbsp;either just brushed with my lips or&amp;nbsp;something i study in the school of your mind. something i never fully grasped, something i long to have or just something people through around cause “like” isn’t deep enough. does love have a plan with me in mind? a question i always wondered but feel there’s no answer for it. i sat up last night thinking about this. “am i in this right now?” “how come&amp;nbsp;certain&amp;nbsp;things can’t leave me alone at this point?” crazy thing though, i’ve been slapped in the face so many times with “rejection” or “i’ll wait for you” that i just say “fuck you” and go about business that i should wait on. i said it once, and i’ll say it a million times more. the face in the mirror is&amp;nbsp;familiar, i know her. but what she’s doing to herself and others isn’t what she’s knows nor&amp;nbsp;capable&amp;nbsp;of doing. so why is she taking on such a big and disgusting task? is it making her happy for a little while? does she like what she’s getting from this? is this what she thinks love is? losing the only thing God wants her to hold on to until someone right comes alone is really worth the wait like everyone says it is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;all this rings and more…but this is the only piece i’m willing to share. i did and still do shit now without a care in a world like i’m kind of wild child. at times i blame the situation my father put me through. ever since that day i feel too different to even understand what the hell is going on. i’m hiding my feelings more then ever and i never ignored someone else feelings in my life and felt no way about it. it’s like i don’t care about anything anymore period now. i’m just growing&amp;nbsp;impatient&amp;nbsp;with everything, tired of some friends and just want to pour anything out to that one person. i NEED something real now, it’s getting to me that i haven’t found it yet and now i’m preventing that from even coming around cause i’m scared if i let someone in just this one last time…it’s completely over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;so dear love, i’m here….waiting….again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;yours truly,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Aubrey Hope….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/3634992979183750191-4972086364328676244?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-5465420225606455890</id><published>2010-09-12T15:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T15:53:23.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Guess That's Me</title><content type='html'>had this...dream&lt;br /&gt;i guess you can call it that.&lt;br /&gt;it was super crazy to me...cause i always had your back&lt;br /&gt;it was something i see you doing, chasing your dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was one step behind you supporting, that's how it seemed&lt;br /&gt;it was hard i can lie, and i barely saw you.&lt;br /&gt;but all i could do was sit on the side, just watch you do you.&lt;br /&gt;shooting for the stars and not believing the sky is truly the limit&lt;br /&gt;but i was there. i was always there. supporting you.i never forgot it.&lt;br /&gt;then boom! you got your big break. money was flowing on&amp;nbsp;like&amp;nbsp;water from a warm tap.&lt;br /&gt;it was like vanish, everything was a wrap.&lt;br /&gt;you were focused, from money to tracks to clothes to music.&lt;br /&gt;everything was finally going your way, i never abused it.&lt;br /&gt;i waited for you to finally realize that i didn't leave like most did&lt;br /&gt;i sticked around and still stayed posted.&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's me. the one that waits.&lt;br /&gt;but knowing it's worth it is the reason why i stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couples years go by now, and the&amp;nbsp;business&amp;nbsp;is moving steady...wasn't as crazy as when we were young&lt;br /&gt;you turn to me and say "i think it's time, you know when two becomes one"&lt;br /&gt;i look at you....and ask..."huh?"&lt;br /&gt;you smile and begin to talk about how when no one was there it was always me.&lt;br /&gt;you see&lt;br /&gt;it all started when i started dreaming big and you were down more then anyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aubrey Hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-5465420225606455890?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/5465420225606455890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-guess-thats-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/5465420225606455890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/5465420225606455890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-guess-thats-me.html' title='I Guess That&apos;s Me'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-5339947186060467403</id><published>2010-09-02T17:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T17:54:04.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How About I Just Spit In Your Face? Yeah?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;so uhhh, where do i start right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;i think today i figured some things out, and in the situations i have now...there has to be a lot more talking. i'm very uneasy right now so even opening the "new post button" on my blog today...i feel it's a big step.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"keep going in circles, circles. round and round and while you're doing me so wrong i just keep holding you down. i feel so stupid, foolish loving you this way. but what can i say cause i wanna go...but i keep coming back"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Jazmine Sullivan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;words that ring and continue to ring... here's some more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"would have came back for you, i just needed time. to do what i had to do. caught it the life. i can't let it go, weather that's right. i would ever know. hope you forgive me, never&amp;nbsp;meant&amp;nbsp;wrong. i tried to be&amp;nbsp;patient. waited too long. but i would have came back..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Drake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;the first set of lyrics for how i feel. the second is how i want you to feel. that's how i feel you feel anyways. but then i could be wrong. i feel i don't know the person i been calling me other half for so long now. it feels like we known each other since we were kids, but it's only been a year. in one whole year i fell for you. wanted to hate you, loved being your friend. started saying "i love you." we said it everyday. there was never a day that went by back then were one of us never went without saying it...now it's like...never said. started falling for you. stayed falling. then finally hit the floor in which they call "in love" and wanted to escape cause i KNEW pain will surface...and i was right. tired denial and lying to others screaming to them "i don't love him like that anymore" when sadly i still do and i dislike it...cause nothing is happening.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;i dislike when people are scared of things that will&amp;nbsp;benefit&amp;nbsp;them in the end. they doubt what's always been good to them cause they're never used to this type of thing and continue to doubt the fact that it's good and will stay this good. you're blinded by the fact that...i'm not going anywhere. i have no intention of hurting you. i feel like i have to....do everything i can to protect you. and i know you feel the same. i'm not going to lie you had me then and you still have me now. but my feelings? you really never had a real grasp on those. those are the only things i want taken care of cause obviously i'm not doing a good job. i mean look at me. i'm broken, beat up and hurting. forever hurting. i want change and it seems like i can find that change in you...you're just being....well...a firewall. you put it up so you don't get hurt. i get hurt in the end. i still&amp;nbsp;continue&amp;nbsp;to "ride" for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;it's okay to be scared. but why be scared of the familiar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;just wanted to let you know, i don't love you cause i'm in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;it just hurts too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"one side is saying take a break Hope. where will he really go? to answer that...he'll go with her...her isn't me..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; - Aubrey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Hope&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/3634992979183750191-5339947186060467403?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Yeah?'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-8817952347189978403</id><published>2010-08-23T13:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T13:38:30.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Reap What You Sow</title><content type='html'>looking back on a poem i wrote earlier and feeling like a damn fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't believe i wrote something along those lines, i basically acted like he was my tool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was far from that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope he knows now he basically destroyed the last bit of faith i really had in a man whose job is to protect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but he ignored my cries, continued to beat down, touch and neglect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;father? father?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you could ask me what "father" means to me...and i'd come up with nothing, just empty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is this what God as for me? is this what he sent to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a man who cannot face his issues head on, a man who cannot love himself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a man who says things, but ever comes through? a man who lives off other peoples wealth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if that is what a father is then i rather have my mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause out of all the parent figures in my life, i'm now seeing what she's been saying. it's nothing like no other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my "father" doesn't care about anyone, not even himself cause if he did, he wouldn't be destroying his temple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God gave us this beautiful body for us to do our part and take care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but all he does is smoke like crazy and drink beers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i see it now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the&amp;nbsp;deceiving side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the side that he covered up,&amp;nbsp;the side that he&amp;nbsp;decided&amp;nbsp;to hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can tell you stories upon stories about how men treated me in the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been punched, touched and slapped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've seen it all, i been there through it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people don't understand when i said "yo i already knew it"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they see the soft side of me and think "she's playing a role"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hide all this because i never wanted to bare my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it's here. in the flesh and crying out for love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a hand to set me free from all this negativity, a hand from up above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;praying now...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm scared to. i'm questioning my own faith, God please tell me how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fighting back tears as if i'm at war with my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is why i see past the right guys, fall for the ones that break me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause i'm broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's all i ever known&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then there's him, but he can't see past friendship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love myself more then anyone's words can tell me, but situations like this make me forget how to love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this person came in, told me those words, made me believe that it's true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a man that says he loves me, wouldn't do the things you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he wouldn't violate me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he would take me in his arms and say "everything will be okay, i'm here now" protection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he'd show me endless love and affection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wouldn't mess with my mind and cause me to lose sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he wouldn't bring fear at my door, have it move it and take over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i learned one thing in church on Sunday "you reap what you sow"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soon one day "father" you'll know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Aubrey Hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-8817952347189978403?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/8817952347189978403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/08/looking-back-on-poem-i-wrote-earlier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/8817952347189978403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/8817952347189978403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/08/looking-back-on-poem-i-wrote-earlier.html' title='You Reap What You Sow'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-2126315118243156667</id><published>2010-08-23T13:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T13:03:36.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Too Deep</title><content type='html'>yea i don't think now he understands how deeply i feel for him and his safety&lt;br /&gt;i understand that he can handle his own cause i seen him do it, at the same time i'm willing to help&lt;br /&gt;he's like...family.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm in love&lt;br /&gt;not a shallow "in love"&lt;br /&gt;but he feels deeper than anything&lt;br /&gt;he may not have me on some levels, but overall he cares period.&lt;br /&gt;the one i call close.&lt;br /&gt;even thinking about this whole thing is moving.&lt;br /&gt;i never had a friend like this.&lt;br /&gt;him and i been through a lot. he may not think so.&lt;br /&gt;but this was a roller coaster. a big one at that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this just goes to show me that i'm seriously in too deep&lt;br /&gt;i'd put my life on the line.&lt;br /&gt;and i never put my life on the line for anyone but my mom.&lt;br /&gt;but there's just something about this that i want sooo bad. and it kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm in too deep...&lt;br /&gt;doesn't ever seem like anything will ever happen on those levels of love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Heartless Aubrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-2126315118243156667?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/2126315118243156667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-too-deep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/2126315118243156667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/2126315118243156667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-too-deep.html' title='In Too Deep'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-3444963375427781241</id><published>2010-08-21T03:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T03:46:33.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whispering</title><content type='html'>you know when you sleep, that's when you look most peaceful?&lt;br /&gt;i talk to you, did you know that?&lt;br /&gt;i whisper into your ears the simplest things that come to mind&lt;br /&gt;i tell you how much i care&lt;br /&gt;i tell you that your dream will soon come true&lt;br /&gt;i swipe my hands across your forehead and smile at you watching your face twitch&lt;br /&gt;you do a lot of things when you sleep, i hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;when i speak, you face me.&lt;br /&gt;i say "i love you" you smile&lt;br /&gt;i kiss you, you squeeze my hand&lt;br /&gt;i stare at you.&lt;br /&gt;you roll over and hug me&lt;br /&gt;we hug each other.&lt;br /&gt;i begin to fall asleep but i hold myself together.&lt;br /&gt;when you wake in the morning, you wonder why i sleep longer&lt;br /&gt;i feel i should be the one watching out for you&lt;br /&gt;keeping the harm away.&lt;br /&gt;if there's a bad dream along the way, i should be the one you roll over to, i should be wide awake&lt;br /&gt;finally i wake up, i ask you how your sleep was.&lt;br /&gt;you say "i had the weirdest dream"&lt;br /&gt;i ask you to explain&lt;br /&gt;you said you had this dream. you were being&amp;nbsp;pampered.&lt;br /&gt;like a&amp;nbsp;guardian angel was taking care of you're every need...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aubrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-7574201310028142423</id><published>2010-08-20T00:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T00:34:31.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Can We Talk For A Sec?</title><content type='html'>okay let's get one think clear.&lt;br /&gt;no disrespect thing, i'm being real.&lt;br /&gt;if you feel happy here, then tell me who am i to stop you?&lt;br /&gt;if you feel at home here. who am i to make you feel you have to move?&lt;br /&gt;okay okay cut the&amp;nbsp;similarities.&lt;br /&gt;real shit, nothing will cut me more then seeing you smile here and feel like everything couldn't get better here&lt;br /&gt;but at the end if the day if being happy here brings you joy and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;then i'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;i want nothing more then for you to be HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;that will make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;i may not find happiness in myself, but if its in you. then hey&lt;br /&gt;why should i complain?&lt;br /&gt;i love when you have a smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but enough about this man...go go just be happy.&lt;br /&gt;you never considered my feelings, why consider them now?&lt;br /&gt;they were never important cause i have no feelings on this.&lt;br /&gt;you wanted this more then anyone. now that your face to face with it&lt;br /&gt;do not let my feelings effect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel no ways on this cause my mind is at another door step.&lt;br /&gt;someone else can have a crack at my safe.&lt;br /&gt;time to crack at yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk over...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-7574201310028142423?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-7632622680648425461</id><published>2010-08-18T16:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T16:45:35.217-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Every day I get up, she's on my mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't get enough &amp;amp; I don't know why&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But it's more than a crush&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't believe it's getting deeper&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All the time I wanna see her&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But it wasn't suppose to go this way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She was suppose to be another game to play&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I can't figure it out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't know how she did it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But she made me fall, fall, fall"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;yea he use to sing those words. constantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;always use to come to me, my shoulder was always free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;i was always there, the girl who always cared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;the one who was easy to talk, i was the listener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;but every time he'd spit his feelings. to me it would always hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;i always wanted him to find something right someone cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;a chick that would makes problems into fights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;it wasn't like an usher thing "you make me wanna"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;but his feelings and his well-being is what i was always fond of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;i care for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;he just needs to find that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-7632622680648425461?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/7632622680648425461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/08/fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/7632622680648425461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/7632622680648425461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/08/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-5647065687148642044</id><published>2010-08-18T03:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T03:21:36.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Get Off...</title><content type='html'>i want to be able to give this new new all of me but i'm still in with my past&lt;br /&gt;man this life comes and plays all sorts of feeling tag and send you on some roller coaster ride with no barf bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna linger on&amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;anymore...so how to i get off this ride?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-5647065687148642044?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/5647065687148642044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/08/gotta-get-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/5647065687148642044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/5647065687148642044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/08/gotta-get-off.html' title='Gotta Get Off...'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-4297233657418102704</id><published>2010-08-18T03:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T03:15:33.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>seems like a broken record play over and endlessly&lt;br /&gt;why do thoughts come back around in the forum of you?&lt;br /&gt;only to think about this passion then get lost within it, beginning to lose myself in it.&lt;br /&gt;it all comes down to you.&lt;br /&gt;this will make me, break me, misplace me...then try to find me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see your a sugar coat&lt;br /&gt;i figment of my wild imagination&lt;br /&gt;i think, yet i feel this fib i tell myself&lt;br /&gt;"things will happen, it will go my way"&lt;br /&gt;only to get shot down and betrayed&lt;br /&gt;by not only the subject, but also myself. you see i sit here and believe in&amp;nbsp;something&lt;br /&gt;that everyone can see happen but the two who are well off in it.&lt;br /&gt;one chooses to agree, while the next...well can't see&lt;br /&gt;can't see cause its not where there head is nor will ever be&lt;br /&gt;one has faith while the other, could care less...they're heartless&lt;br /&gt;that word stings. heartless.&lt;br /&gt;how could one be so damaged to become heartless&lt;br /&gt;romantically&amp;nbsp;numb&lt;br /&gt;emotionally limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i could never see myself in that state but the more i re-live the moments that took me to that place&lt;br /&gt;the more i digg within it to find a peace for myself&lt;br /&gt;my mind takes me to so many places. all figments of imagination.&lt;br /&gt;i have faith within this walls only to fall into reality like rain falls from the blue sky&lt;br /&gt;the hidden truth comes crashing down and in an instant i'm blown away by things that i wish weren't true&lt;br /&gt;things i feared, things i prayed the opposite for.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't want this. i didn't want the pain you inflicted, but i greeted it with open arms&lt;br /&gt;it was too familiar so i was drawn to it like shopaholics&amp;nbsp;are drawn to sales.&lt;br /&gt;so is this my fate, is this where my stop is?&lt;br /&gt;this world that i feel i now have to embrace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you drove me to this place.&lt;br /&gt;so when will the next one be my escape?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-4297233657418102704?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/4297233657418102704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/08/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/4297233657418102704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/4297233657418102704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/08/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-6275240448052742102</id><published>2010-08-16T18:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T18:39:35.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride The Wave</title><content type='html'>ride the wave&lt;br /&gt;the peace of mind the sounds of the water in which it takes you to a place you call home&lt;br /&gt;a place where the grass is greener, the air is cleaner and the sun always feels good.&lt;br /&gt;the smell if nature takes over and you begin to feel real peace&lt;br /&gt;everyone has some kind of take on peace.&lt;br /&gt;some turn to drugs&lt;br /&gt;some turn to alcohol&lt;br /&gt;some turn to clubs and some turn to sex&lt;br /&gt;while you, well you just turn to your most inner thoughts&lt;br /&gt;the power of your mind&lt;br /&gt;the feel of your soul&lt;br /&gt;the space in your heart&lt;br /&gt;that's your peace, that's your grace&lt;br /&gt;you find the one true happiness in yourself&lt;br /&gt;your dreams are your guidebook and thought process equals the whole journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so take this ride&lt;br /&gt;ride the wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aubrey Hope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-6275240448052742102?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/6275240448052742102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/08/ride-wave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/6275240448052742102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/6275240448052742102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/08/ride-wave.html' title='Ride The Wave'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-3818115652259667296</id><published>2010-08-16T17:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T17:47:51.595-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I GO BY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Janelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Jay Jay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Aubrey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Scotty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Nelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;there’s more, but these are the main ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-3818115652259667296?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/3818115652259667296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-go-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/3818115652259667296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/3818115652259667296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-go-by.html' title='I GO BY'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-1564175269515171601</id><published>2010-08-16T17:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T17:41:38.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick One. Either Way They The Wrong Answers (So They Say)</title><content type='html'>i write because i can&lt;br /&gt;i express cause it's needed&lt;br /&gt;i keep things bottled up and they say that's wrong&lt;br /&gt;but when i wanna let everything out, they say: do it with caution.&lt;br /&gt;why should i have to be limited on what i want to let out and what i wanna hold back?&lt;br /&gt;why should i have to hold my&amp;nbsp;tongue&amp;nbsp;in silence just&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;spare others when they don't think twice about me?&lt;br /&gt;do you want me to yell at you? do you want me to cry? do you want me to just do nothing and stand by?&lt;br /&gt;i let it out, i get questions, i keep it in, i still get questions&lt;br /&gt;i have my own way of being heard and not being heard.&lt;br /&gt;i have this thing were i WRITE. i feel that when i do i shouldn't have to hear you.&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't have to vibe you out, and read what you gotta say without eve saying it.&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't have to prove myself to anybody but the most important three.&lt;br /&gt;i write cause it makes me happy. i write to set free whatever it is what tends to keep me heavy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i let them loose cause they are wild.&lt;br /&gt;they are crazy, they are&amp;nbsp;fierce.&lt;br /&gt;they are dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;that is my poison. it's what kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let it out, or bottle it up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-1564175269515171601?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/1564175269515171601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/08/pick-one-either-way-they-wrong-answers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/1564175269515171601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/1564175269515171601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/08/pick-one-either-way-they-wrong-answers.html' title='Pick One. Either Way They The Wrong Answers (So They Say)'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-6002693329052253717</id><published>2010-08-15T16:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T16:57:33.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Will Never....</title><content type='html'>hot breath with a hint of mint, faded eye shadow and mascara marks dance on my eyes&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired. yesterday's feelings with this mornings laughter linger on my face&lt;br /&gt;a mixture of the two. and a feeling i can't erase.&lt;br /&gt;i'm shook up, yet totally excited because this experience was more then i could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;finally i got what i wanted this summer. a chill day with the people i care most about.&lt;br /&gt;Drake filled car. not that new ish he talking now no, the actual stories he spits.&lt;br /&gt;relate some how to all of them. putting in a trance in the back seat i feel light as snow flakes.&lt;br /&gt;looking out the window but not really looking outside. more like me, in my mind pasting my life in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;the window was my outlet for the moment. as soon as the car went in drive, the&amp;nbsp;memories&amp;nbsp;vanish.&lt;br /&gt;they fade but only to bring up feelings of hurt and wanting. sadness and&amp;nbsp;dis-likeness&amp;nbsp;towards his actions&lt;br /&gt;why should i care? we young, stupid and experimental. too bad i was the lab rat and you were the doctor waiting to test.&lt;br /&gt;then i switch. looking up at the stars puts me at ease. shooting stars poked there amazing bright faces. and i managed to get a quick wish in. sitting with my brothers feeling their sadness and slowly relating again.&lt;br /&gt;you bare your everything and have someone throw it out like last nights leftovers. hoping to God that they finally see what they been missing, what they been craving. but me only knowing and basing my actions on his reaction is vital for my breaking heart. then boom. my mind faces me with the reality that this...will never...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-6002693329052253717?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/6002693329052253717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/08/will-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/6002693329052253717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/6002693329052253717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/08/will-never.html' title='Will Never....'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-2141271453069538098</id><published>2010-08-12T22:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T00:46:18.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back In Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/TGTOE9o-W5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JGPdU4sKIF4/s1600/tumblr_l3k5vvVv9L1qar3vyo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/TGTOE9o-W5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JGPdU4sKIF4/s320/tumblr_l3k5vvVv9L1qar3vyo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;black frames and g-shocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;skinny's and high tops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;a cool fitted and curly locks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;that's how i wanna kick it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;that's the swag i'm soon swinging with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;it's fits me...where i wanna be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;but all up on girl ville with three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;nahh just chill old school and friends who seriously cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;fly back in the past where everything was clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;none of this messy dirty crap that y'all newbie's feed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;back in time man.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Back In Time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;- A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-2141271453069538098?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/2141271453069538098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-in-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/2141271453069538098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/2141271453069538098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-in-time.html' title='Back In Time'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/TGTOE9o-W5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JGPdU4sKIF4/s72-c/tumblr_l3k5vvVv9L1qar3vyo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-6666273804754642536</id><published>2010-08-11T03:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T03:05:29.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm into telling you what you wanna hear. not what's really true. you're never true with me anyways. #TrueColours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;break down of what i mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Example: “yo what if i were to ask you to be my girl, would you be down?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“uhhhh yeaaaa….?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i said “yea” cause it’s what you expected. i said what was expected instead of what wasn’t cause either way both answers would have thrown you. you’d think i’d say “NO” but then again you were kinda on the fence, not really knowing what to expect. but kinda expecting “yes”. keeping my feelings in mind however most times i would have said “no” cause it’s what is usually said. but i lied. i knew that if i said “yes” i would have got either *silence* or an “oh”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;basically i wasn’t being straight up *first time ever* because i thought it would be a little spice added to the cook-out. i told you want you kinda wanted to hear. to be honest i really didn’t want to answer the question cause i didn’t care. i know you. i know how you are with girls. i know how you are with me. why would i wanna be in a realtionship with you? all i did was LOVE you. i didn’t wanna be with you. i liked thinking about a new you. a you that had open eyes to something that could have been one of the best things you ever done good in your life. but instead you&amp;nbsp;manipulate my mind and took big advantage of me…like they always do. i give you props. you played a good game. told a couple lies…leaded me on…once again. but who’s the fool? me? i think so….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;someone once told me, “don’t try to play a game that doesn’t make sense to you. you will only feel stupid. foolish even.” it’s cause i never found out the rules. this game has no rules. everyone fights dirty and most of the time, the victim&amp;nbsp;ends up with a heavy heart and dead weight. the suspect could care less. but this time around i was feeling both ways. i felt like it was over for me in a sense. i just couldn’t believe that someone i could trust my life with would play with something i cared most about. something i would die for. he fucked with it. then i sat right here in this chair and stared out into nothing. i felt nothing. not a single sting of feelings. i felt like my heart stopped beating. like it was cold, but yet no goosebumps. it was as if a bomb went off and my whole sense of remorse was vanished. i could care less. i could feel less. but i wanted to hurt someone. hurt someone like the ones before me did. i wanted to make someone fall for me…i wanted them to feel emotional pain like what a girl feels. feel their heart rip out from them and watch as someone stomps all over it. does shit to it that you could not ever imagine. yea i wanted to be that monster. that BITCH you’ll hate. that chick you wanna erase. that cancer with no cure. i wanted my name to drip from your mouth like blood does from a slit wrist. i wanted to destroy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;now i can honestly say that i’m not looking nor will i look forward to someone coming my way. i don’t wanna sound like a regular chick talking about “men are dogs” and BS like that. now all i want is company. i don’t know about&amp;nbsp;commitment. seems that when you show a dude that that’s what you want they get scared or something. so i’m showing nothing. heartless and free. bittersweet. i still wanna know what it’s like to be on the players side of the fence at the same time i’m scared of that side. cause once someone gets hurt like how i get hurt, it’s a wrap, that’s all they ever wanna do…is inflict pain. this point in time i know i don’t wanna deal with….whatever this is. i just want company. i want a different type of friend. someone where we can share the same feelings without the boyfriend/girlfriend label. i’m not into that label. with that comes talk of all towns and noisy people and such crap. i want the opposite sex….point blank. just to kick it with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;yea that’s it…just kicking it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Aubrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-6666273804754642536?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/6666273804754642536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-into-telling-you-what-you-wanna-hear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/6666273804754642536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/6666273804754642536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-into-telling-you-what-you-wanna-hear.html' title='i&apos;m into telling you what you wanna hear. not what&apos;s really true. you&apos;re never true with me anyways. #TrueColours.'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-7750128554368188089</id><published>2010-08-09T18:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T18:29:07.408-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deuces Remix</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;all that&amp;nbsp;nonsense&amp;nbsp;is for her…cause i’m dippin out now ow ow ow. always finding out the worst. you a straight mess up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;you’ll regret the day when i find another…who knows just want i need. and knows just what i mean when i tell him keep it drama free. find your feelings bro. i’m already throwing up the DEUCES. i told you that i’m leaving… stay mad, give a F**k, nahh ain’t no best of luck…me and the team throw those deuces up. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;He Sings: she on some new ish she chucked those deuces up to you. told you to move on to something new. no more calling her your boo. so she out she said BYE BYE! say bye bye to waste. next mans get a taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;used to be running lines, i tell you “you were mine.” thought it was true love, but stupid men lie. it’s like i send my love with calls three time, came over cause i care, but i aint get a simple “hi” tryna see your brown eyes, but it’s like i’m plain blind. screw it let’s hit the clubs. i don’t sip. don’t pour me none. cause when it’s all said and done, don’t wanna show the world how much a hate you. i hate liars screw love i’m tired of trying. my heard huge, living in silence. i never felt that we ever vibin cause every time we alone it’s an awkward quiet. leave my heart on your kitchen counter, don’t want it back you already broke it. this is over, so don’t trip dude. it kills to have to let you go, but baby i can’t take it i’m out the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He Sings: she on some new ish she chucked those deuces up to you. told you to move on to something new. no more calling her your boo. so she out she said BYE BYE! say bye bye to waste. next mans get a taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;this new one always on some fly man ish. so he flips that middle finger, the index finger follow. to you. showing you ain’t got no future tomorrow. yea you a dick, to bad you ain’t to big to swallow. chicks running around complaining, thinking that you some other usher raymond. don’t care if it&amp;nbsp;registered. don’t drip, when i’m gone, it will. man you full of drama like the white chicks on the hills. i finally noticed it, it fully hit me. like shit hitting the fans it finally hit me. got a new dude, and he ain’t you. he gives me sweet chills, something like de ja vu. all my attittude, you goin here about it, and all that ish he does for me, yeah you goin read about it. Aubrey rep t.dot west town. but i’m just throwing two up. chucking up the deuces now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;He Sings: she on some new ish she chucked those deuces up to you. told you to move on to something new. no more calling her your boo. so she out she said BYE BYE! say bye bye to waste. next mans get a taste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-7750128554368188089?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/7750128554368188089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/08/deuces-remix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/7750128554368188089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/7750128554368188089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/08/deuces-remix.html' title='Deuces Remix'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-5601585173816971198</id><published>2010-08-09T03:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T03:35:31.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;i sat quietly enough and i heard the train go by and i wondered: will my life take off as that train does? will my dreams hit my reality like a head on&amp;nbsp;collision?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;when you sit in silence sometimes the troubles of the world don’t seem to matter when you’re in your own thoughts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;- Aubrey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-5601585173816971198?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/5601585173816971198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-2548664814496232633</id><published>2010-08-09T02:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T02:51:52.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Words That Will Ring...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Would've came back for you ,&lt;br /&gt;I just needed time, to do what I had to do&lt;br /&gt;caught in the life, I cant let it go whether thats right I will never know,&lt;br /&gt;hoping you will forgive me, never meant wrong,&lt;br /&gt;tried to be patient, waited too long,&lt;br /&gt;but I wouldve came back, but i wouldve came back,&lt;br /&gt;wouldve came back, wouldve came back.&lt;br /&gt;Wouldve came -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); 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vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;- Drake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-2548664814496232633?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/2548664814496232633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/08/words-that-will-ring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/2548664814496232633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/2548664814496232633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/08/words-that-will-ring.html' title='Words That Will Ring...'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-8702456361033844473</id><published>2010-08-09T00:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T00:56:25.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing: Aubrey's Heart</title><content type='html'>it's about as big as a fist and it's faded purple-ish in colour. it's has a few tiny cracks and some rough patches but it's still a heart nonetheless. not really pretty to look at&amp;nbsp;considering&amp;nbsp;it looks like someone glued it back a couple times from dropping it. it also has tiny holes from missing pieces but you'd have to look at it very close up. other then that it smells like&amp;nbsp;lavender&amp;nbsp;with a hint of lemon.&lt;br /&gt;return it to Aubrey.&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Management .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna thank Management for taking the time out to put out the missing report&lt;br /&gt;but here's the thing.&lt;br /&gt;if you really do find that heart.&lt;br /&gt;go to&amp;nbsp;Egypt&amp;nbsp;and throw it in the Nile.&lt;br /&gt;i say that heart cause it's no longer mine. i dislike that heart because i put it through too much, it needs a better home cause if i take it back now, i'll live with it in vain. i won't listen to it...&lt;br /&gt;broken mind + broken heart = destruction. i barely did right by you. some say you're the biggest lair so your cries fell on my deaf ears. so now i think it's safe to say that heartless is the way to go right now. at least if i get hurt after all this...won't feel that much pain where my heart should be...just numbness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Heartless Aubrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. this heartless thing is a&amp;nbsp;permanent thing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-8702456361033844473?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/8702456361033844473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/08/missing-aubreys-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/8702456361033844473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/8702456361033844473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/08/missing-aubreys-heart.html' title='Missing: Aubrey&apos;s Heart'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-6872231155340969578</id><published>2010-08-08T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T23:58:38.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Completely Messed Now.</title><content type='html'>i am officially destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i wanna hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna bring pain on to every and any boy that comes my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause i'm broken now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's been too much, too late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've tried to be the honest, the faithful, the authentic girl that someone will need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i'm too messed now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mind is so freaking...MESSED.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just wanna slap a face....off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just wanna break a heart, i wanna make them fall and have no intention of catching them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's guys like this that make girls like me become the ones that everyone hates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-6872231155340969578?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/6872231155340969578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-3509594469133422763</id><published>2010-08-08T11:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T11:14:20.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TUMBLR</title><content type='html'>i gave in. and i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aubreyslittlethings.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://aubreyslittlethings.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-3509594469133422763?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/3509594469133422763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/08/tumblr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/3509594469133422763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/3509594469133422763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/08/tumblr.html' title='TUMBLR'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-1099619377825118883</id><published>2010-08-07T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T15:05:57.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...Right Now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What if i kissed you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;would it come as a shock, would you turn away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;or would you embrace me like we all embrace God gift of today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;what if i kissed you tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;would you enjoy it? tell all the home boys:&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"yo me and her finally on it!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey what's if i kissed you next week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;would it take your breath away so you couldn't speak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;what if? what if?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;what if i held your hand, took a walk to the calm place and kicked up sand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;what if we laid in the sun, in silence just watching the clouds pass us by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;or what if there was cotton on the ground and the nights got colder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;we were&amp;nbsp;chilling&amp;nbsp;with a &amp;nbsp;group if friends and one said:&lt;i&gt; "yo i think it's time for you to hold her"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;they wouldn't have to say it twice cause you knew the time was right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;i would wonder what if's forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;but just holding you down i feel would be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-1099619377825118883?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/1099619377825118883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-ifright-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/1099619377825118883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/1099619377825118883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-ifright-now.html' title='What If...Right Now?'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-5267351597706890036</id><published>2010-08-03T03:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T04:04:39.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Expressions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/TFfJD5X3NFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/VDE7G0FWiRo/s1600/Expressions.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/TFfJD5X3NFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/VDE7G0FWiRo/s320/Expressions.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;eginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;to love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;there were times i wish i looked like someone better. God made me this way. he made me beautiful. he made me alive. he gave life. in this body i will begin to live...for him. from the tip of my split ends to the end of my toe nails i will take one day at a time to find love within God. i can't find that type of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;anywhere else so why not look in the place i doubted couples times in my life. i felt what's it's like to have him there...i don't wanna lose it. i'll fight all this temptation and do right....just one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3634992979183750191-5267351597706890036?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/5267351597706890036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/08/expressions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/5267351597706890036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/5267351597706890036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/08/expressions.html' title='Expressions'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/TFfJD5X3NFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/VDE7G0FWiRo/s72-c/Expressions.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-6357344277453956590</id><published>2010-07-30T06:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T06:13:26.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dot &amp; I - Our Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/TFKeubAKQwI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wAxSadAVQ6E/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/TFKeubAKQwI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wAxSadAVQ6E/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;so yesterday mother and i went to Younge street. we were on a mission. i was about to feel the excitement of purchasing a camera. not just a dinky regular digital camera, no. this was a D90 Nikon we were searching for. then right before our eyes, this store not to far from where my mom works. to be honest i forget what it was called. :( but hey...they were PACKED WITH CAMERAS. and Mike, who dealt with us was the nicest salesperson EVER! so we walked in and Mike and another gentlemen greeted us with warm "hellos" and such. so we greeted back. then my voice came alive "do you guys carry D90's?" then scanning the racks i saw the tags "D90 Nikon" then i said "oh you guys do" my heart started singing. then Mike said "as you can see in it's place there is nothing there." i got scared and my heart stopped. then he looked up at the shelf and said "we do have a kit though..." WHICH IS WHAT I WAS LOOKING FOR. i looked at mother then looked at the camera. then a smile appeared on my face and never left. after like five minutes of thinking my mom said okay we'll get it. AHHH! he took it down from the self and opened the box. my dreams flashed before my eyes. with every opening of a box. (three boxes) i wanted to scream, it was sooo beautiful. finally after all the paperwork and extra chat i was never paying any attention to cause i was holding my career in my hands, i finally get to take the Nikon home. skip the train ride and the paranoia i had on the train hoping no one thinks about jumping me or my inner Jet&amp;nbsp;Li&amp;nbsp;will kick some ass, we finally make it home. you would think i would settle in but NO, i buss that sucker open and put it together, didn't even charge the battery yet and started snapping. everything and anything got snapped. told a couple friends on MSN and&amp;nbsp;Facebook&amp;nbsp;that i got my baby. all this time i wanna name it. well her. but i didn't want it to be a lame name like&amp;nbsp;daisy&amp;nbsp;or something corny. so i was thinking all evening about it. while doing that i went to see a friend and maybe snap some shots there or whatever. got a couple nice ones but i have a lot of growing to do. she also got some couple shots. she too wants a camera like mine. after that i went home and snapped some more...then got on the three-way calling tip and was talking about my baby. she has no name yet. right then and there i decided it was a girl. aha! then i was talking to my friends about a name. then i thought about this show i used to watch with i was little and one of the characters names was "dot" i was like, "i like the ring to that. and i don't find it lame. SO HER NAME IS DOT. DOT AND AUBREY..WHAAAAT? HOW SICK IS THAT BRO?" I swear i heard crickets on the phone cause home boys went silent. then eventually&amp;nbsp;dosed off on the phone laying next to Dot on the floor while jersey shore was playing on the tele. i missed it all by the way. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;to new beginnings. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- A.&amp;nbsp;&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/3634992979183750191-6357344277453956590?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/6357344277453956590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/dot-i-our-beginning.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/6357344277453956590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/6357344277453956590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/dot-i-our-beginning.html' title='Dot &amp; I - Our Beginning'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/TFKeubAKQwI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wAxSadAVQ6E/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-7522704575177432697</id><published>2010-07-28T03:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T03:01:08.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jazmine Sullivan - Holding You Down (Goin' In Circles)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-63OMVRHx0o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-63OMVRHx0o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-7522704575177432697?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/7522704575177432697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/jazmine-sullivan-holding-you-down-goin.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/7522704575177432697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/7522704575177432697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/jazmine-sullivan-holding-you-down-goin.html' title='Jazmine Sullivan - Holding You Down (Goin&apos; In Circles)'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-1249073282623244925</id><published>2010-07-27T23:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T23:54:10.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Shouldn't Be This Unhappy....</title><content type='html'>i really shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-1249073282623244925?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/1249073282623244925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-shouldnt-be-this-unhappy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/1249073282623244925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/1249073282623244925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-shouldnt-be-this-unhappy.html' title='I Shouldn&apos;t Be This Unhappy....'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-5267218424451510469</id><published>2010-07-27T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T23:34:33.729-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yea yay me</title><content type='html'>so it's was only two days and i failed. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;and it's not the fact that i wanted to use the&amp;nbsp;computer, it's the fact that me and alone-ness doesn't really mix all the time. it's the only way i&amp;nbsp;communicate&amp;nbsp;with people besides the phone. i'm not really a phone person with everyone...just a few. so now i'm broke, again and stuck at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is sweet.&lt;br /&gt;not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-5267218424451510469?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/5267218424451510469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/yea-yay-me.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/5267218424451510469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/5267218424451510469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/yea-yay-me.html' title='yea yay me'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-7356091777950517838</id><published>2010-07-24T03:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T03:56:28.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Does That Say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;why settle for less? i remember him telling me that. funny thing is that he was the one i was settling for. so what does that say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-7356091777950517838?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/7356091777950517838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-does-that-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/7356091777950517838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/7356091777950517838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-does-that-say.html' title='What Does That Say?'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-7329003091105275845</id><published>2010-07-24T03:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T03:23:33.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'>committed to doing this</title><content type='html'>i will me M.I.A. for maybe a little over a week. no computer period and no phone unless i really need to know something. time to lock myself off from people. i don't care if we batty and bench i need time and space. i'm tired yo. just take it as it is..i'm going through too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Worry About Me....&lt;br /&gt;and if i don't answer your call a first time, DON'T YOU DARE RING OFF MY PHONE. it won't make me wanna pick up, i'll MAKE my mother be rude. not an issue....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-7329003091105275845?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/7329003091105275845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/committed-to-doing-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/7329003091105275845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/7329003091105275845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/committed-to-doing-this.html' title='committed to doing this'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-6190621230679121401</id><published>2010-07-24T02:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T02:42:04.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTE TO FRIENDS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;so no one is coming to support me, at least the ones that i wanted to be there. i excuse the ones that have work and work only. let me make something clear since i'm already pissed. when i have another dance thing coming up...and trust there will be more. i will NEVER ask you guys to come again. since i been with NLDS only MY WIFE SHARON has come out to see me. NO ONE ELSE. it's all good cause when the rest of y'all have something big and what me to come....IMMA BE THERE. you know why? CAUSE I'M A GOOD FRIEND. BUT DON'T EVER COUNT ON MY TO EVER TELL YOU TO COME OUT TO ANY OF MY EVENTS EVER AGAIN. you guys don't realize that i may not be the sickest most ill dancer, but it's the least you can do...S U P P O R T me....what's so hard in that. i tell you guys a good two weeks a head of ttime "yo i got a dance thing coming up, why don't you come" tell you the day y'all say we'll see...then y'all make plans...LIKE WTF. it's OKAAAAAY THOUGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;just remember what was said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;- A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-6190621230679121401?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/6190621230679121401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/note-to-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/6190621230679121401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/6190621230679121401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/note-to-friends.html' title='NOTE TO FRIENDS.'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-2493167140722775225</id><published>2010-07-24T02:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T02:35:42.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Yelling At You</title><content type='html'>smashing phones and breaking glass -&amp;nbsp;I've&amp;nbsp;put my feelings through too much&lt;br /&gt;you do not seem to get the fact of this here....here being me&lt;br /&gt;lemme try and break it down for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see passed you. i never said this before but i see passed these chicks you talk about, i see passed this money you talk about. all that shit means nothing to me. cause all i see is you. YOU. like wtf, stop asking me to explain, stop asking to know why. i told you, and since you can't see what i do&amp;nbsp;either&amp;nbsp;i feel there's no point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this one dude i used to digg as much as i digg you. i messed that up, i never intended for THIS to end up as it is. me and him don't even speak yo. i rarely feel this strong about some nigga AND THEN YOU COME WITH THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait wait. why am i bothering? i can't force you to see something your mot willing to look at. i bet it's how i look. yeaaa. or maybe how i act? hmmm. i can guess all the questions in the world and i'll never know. do you ever show me these type of things? whatever, i'm yelling at you, wanna know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i know say when it comes down to the point where i wanna move on you're going to come at me with some sob story like last time. but this time i won't fucking hear it. i'll still be there for you like i always am, always will be. you'll vent to me whatever. but my guy issues will NEVER BE SPOKEN ON. God is my witness. doesn't matter what i tell you or how, i'll never hear me or see me for what i do anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chase what's pain, but&amp;nbsp;delightfulness&amp;nbsp;is right at your doorstep...well was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-2493167140722775225?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/2493167140722775225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-yelling-at-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/2493167140722775225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/2493167140722775225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-yelling-at-you.html' title='I&apos;m Yelling At You'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-3114726099802687762</id><published>2010-07-23T15:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T16:09:50.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Curious George</title><content type='html'>so&amp;nbsp;intrigued&amp;nbsp;by me, but yet it's "i just wanna know" ting.&lt;br /&gt;always letting this feeling hide because i feel it's just a&amp;nbsp;longtime&amp;nbsp;fling&lt;br /&gt;or is it...?&lt;br /&gt;it should be the other way around&lt;br /&gt;me wanting to know everything there is to know about you and how you feel&lt;br /&gt;but i guess what i show isn't fake, just something real&lt;br /&gt;it has your attention, it keeps you drawn in&lt;br /&gt;but spilling out what this is sometimes makes my head spin&lt;br /&gt;should i let go, should i hold on?&lt;br /&gt;how long will i have to decided? how long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's a wait and see thing...&lt;br /&gt;maybe its a wait and never see thing...&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's a stop waiting and finally see thing..&lt;br /&gt;who knows, but maybe if he still stays focused on what he wants to know, what i have to say&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'l keep saying i don't know just so he can stay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-3114726099802687762?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/3114726099802687762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/curious-george.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/3114726099802687762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/3114726099802687762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/curious-george.html' title='Curious George'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-93460916390840467</id><published>2010-07-21T17:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T23:03:30.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Do Right By You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm so in tune with you but yet, it's like i have no respect for you. i try to understand what i have to do to please you...i pass sometimes but most of the time it's an issue. especially when it comes to that subject, it's like all your cries, all your screams, all your pleas are falling on my ears but my brain&amp;nbsp;disconnects&amp;nbsp;the connection. for that i'm sorry. i'm trying my best to set everything back on course but this will take time. it's all the matter of having&amp;nbsp;patience&amp;nbsp;and having the strength to say yes when needed and no when necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Dear Feelings, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;will do right by you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yours truly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-93460916390840467?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/93460916390840467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-will-do-right-by-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/93460916390840467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/93460916390840467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-will-do-right-by-you.html' title='I Will Do Right By You...'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-3496191962253097784</id><published>2010-07-21T02:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T02:47:42.065-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Only Me But You Too...</title><content type='html'>as i lay myself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;god i pray my soul you keep&lt;br /&gt;for my friends keep them safe&lt;br /&gt;guide them through this night till day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the ones i keep close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-3496191962253097784?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/3496191962253097784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/not-only-me-but-you-too.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/3496191962253097784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/3496191962253097784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/not-only-me-but-you-too.html' title='Not Only Me But You Too...'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-6683071213922195011</id><published>2010-07-21T00:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T00:11:28.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They Say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;...&lt;i&gt;"I know you. your easy to read."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;that's cause I give you the pages...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;you can never read between my lines cause i prevent that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;don't ever say you know me cause you don't KNOW me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;- A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-6683071213922195011?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/6683071213922195011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/they-say.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/6683071213922195011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/6683071213922195011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/they-say.html' title='They Say...'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-1047608509597438741</id><published>2010-07-20T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T22:18:14.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Like A Song Writer...Trying A Thing...</title><content type='html'>My Version Of "Is This Love?" By Chris Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Kinda Like It...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18, fitted clean, yeah i'm bout it&lt;br /&gt;Wife beater tee, skinny jeans, yeah he got it,&lt;br /&gt;his body always gets my attention (he keeps it so fresh yeaaah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we going out? (I'll pay for it)&lt;br /&gt;Boy i gotta know (I'll wait for you)&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that our parents don't mind,&lt;br /&gt;Cause yo, i gotta make you mine yeah&lt;br /&gt;Boy give us a chance, we goin make it&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we ain't too young, so let's take it&lt;br /&gt;So just let me know, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this love? (just gotta know)&lt;br /&gt;Is this real? (boy just let me know)&lt;br /&gt;Is it you tryna get at my heart&lt;br /&gt;If it's love (all my boys and them imma give it up)&lt;br /&gt;Is love? (his playing days are over, he better hang it up)&lt;br /&gt;gotta know, just gotta know yea, is this love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he gotta girl I don't care cause I want him&lt;br /&gt;I gotta dude but if he want, imma leave him&lt;br /&gt;Clearly he's the boy that i'm working on (he keeps it so 100 man)&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be his girl in his life now&lt;br /&gt;He can tell those other girls goodbye now&lt;br /&gt;Boy just let me now, tell me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Is this love? (just gotta know)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Is this real? (boy just let me know)&lt;br /&gt;Is it you tryna get at my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;If it's love (all my boys and them imma give it up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Is love? (his playing days are over, he better hang it up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;gotta know, just gotta know yea, is this love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I ain't been doing much sleeping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;just been thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;about you and me just spending time together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I have never ever felt like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;i gotta know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;is this how love really is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Is this love? (just gotta know)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Is this real? (boy just let me know)&lt;br /&gt;Is it you tryna get at my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;If it's love (all my boys and them imma give it up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Is love? (his playing days are over, he better hang it up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;gotta know, just gotta know yea, is this love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;- A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-1047608509597438741?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/1047608509597438741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/feeling-like-song-writertrying-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/1047608509597438741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/1047608509597438741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/feeling-like-song-writertrying-thing.html' title='Feeling Like A Song Writer...Trying A Thing...'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-5703215467492803638</id><published>2010-07-20T20:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T20:59:15.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Through My Eyes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/TEZGSr5FFBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/M_Wcxk-IDkA/s1600/Picnik+collage+blury.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/TEZGSr5FFBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/M_Wcxk-IDkA/s320/Picnik+collage+blury.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;...this is how blurry my world gets...when thoughts of you just seem to progress....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-5703215467492803638?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/5703215467492803638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/through-my-eyes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/5703215467492803638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/5703215467492803638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/through-my-eyes.html' title='Through My Eyes....'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/TEZGSr5FFBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/M_Wcxk-IDkA/s72-c/Picnik+collage+blury.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-3013604796966956701</id><published>2010-07-20T19:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T19:24:33.915-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprised?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;are you surprised to see me boo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;yeah yeah that's cool, i'm showing you that ain't nothing new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;so what's cool with you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;meet someone new?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ahh whatever. why am i asking? i could care less honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;now that i got all loot all this money,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i'm living just fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;don't get me wrong, all this money doesn't satisfy, at night it doesn't chill my wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;but me and my special sweetie, we know how to have a good time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;does that kill you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;well boo you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;time for you to hurt, just like you let me pain it up lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;got me thinking your love was legit, but you were the biggest phony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;now you beg back for me love and for what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;so you can mess it up again with some next slut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;so you can crawl back in bed the next morning like everything is sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;nahh, i had to tell you do it like an egg and beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;but life couldn't be lovely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;with me and my new bunny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;he knows how to show love, he knows how to treat me baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;so remember something, you let go of a real lady...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- A. xox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title='Surprised?'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-2928406093575293585</id><published>2010-07-19T18:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T18:43:35.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drake "Sooner than Later" COVER REMIX BY ERIKA DAVID</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;VERSE1:&lt;br /&gt;you forgot to call me on my birthday&lt;br /&gt;you swear im the last thing on your mind&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing you can do to fix it&lt;br /&gt;somehow i still want you by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got this love connection, cant explain it&lt;br /&gt;you give me chills up and down my spine&lt;br /&gt;hoping that you could just step your game up&lt;br /&gt;boy make me yours, lets stop wasting time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOOK:&lt;br /&gt;so can you do me a favor&lt;br /&gt;can you pull it together&lt;br /&gt;make it sooner than later&lt;br /&gt;we wont be here forever&lt;br /&gt;and well realize weve waited too long&lt;br /&gt;lets make this official&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cus you dont need no one else&lt;br /&gt;and i dont need no one else&lt;br /&gt;i dont need no one else&lt;br /&gt;you dont need no one else&lt;br /&gt;i dont need no one else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE2:&lt;br /&gt;weve been goin at this for a while&lt;br /&gt;your the one for me, its plain to see&lt;br /&gt;you tell me you cant find nobody better&lt;br /&gt;yet i just feel like another homie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i thought we had this love thing, cant explain it&lt;br /&gt;what are you waiting for, pls tell me why&lt;br /&gt;i need you, i am nothing without you&lt;br /&gt;come save me baby, be my shining knight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nVi8oxv9ldA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nVi8oxv9ldA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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you up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you got the matching hat&lt;br /&gt;with your brand new&amp;nbsp;Louie bag&lt;br /&gt;got those fresh new Nike sneaks&lt;br /&gt;boy i can't help your swaggers the truth&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna show you my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't get you off my mind, you're like my&amp;nbsp;favorite&amp;nbsp;song&lt;br /&gt;you know you turn me on so let's rock rock all night long&lt;br /&gt;cause i, oh i&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna be your girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna be your girl. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-2804026909936748347?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/2804026909936748347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-379722318625163301</id><published>2010-07-18T23:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T23:27:26.958-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Whole Point: The Chase</title><content type='html'>to you it may seem small, to others, it could be the biggest thing in&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;life.&lt;br /&gt;i got inspired to write about chasing dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"don't follow your dreams, chase them"&lt;/i&gt; - &lt;b&gt;Terence J.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ever let someone tell you your dream is too small or too stupid or too out if this world. just because it doesn't fit their standards doesn't mean it's not worth it. yes sometimes dreams and change or sometimes you can combined your two&amp;nbsp;favorite&amp;nbsp;things. i know when i was tiny i would always say. "i'm going to be a singer one day, sing with the greats and have people enjoy what i enjoy, music." i would always say i would sing with Toni Braxton or Deborah Cox, even Celine Dion. then it all changed for me...i was into singing yea but i could never see myself on stage like i used to. i never really saw my name in lights like i used to. then one day i looked around my house and tried to see what was in my house that i could live off of and enjoy at the same time. something that i always knew, something i always kept close. besides all the writing i been doing from young, it was all the&amp;nbsp;pictures&amp;nbsp;my mom use to take of me and our family. then it hit me. photography, writing. BAM. best of both words. i still sing, i still write and i still take pics. but i feel i can always do more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see the thing with me is when i dream dreams or have an idea of what i wanna be or do, i don't really care about anyones negative opinions cause it's&amp;nbsp;benefiting&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;ME&lt;/b&gt; not &lt;b&gt;YOU&lt;/b&gt;. if you do not approve, then boo hoo. i'm not here to please you in that way. i just hope that a camera comes my way. all i do is dream. it's basically my&amp;nbsp;hobbie. i'm chasing this like it's a life or death situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in due time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-379722318625163301?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-6564077699996875861</id><published>2010-07-18T02:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T02:33:15.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's You Again</title><content type='html'>leaning up against the wall&lt;br /&gt;just looking at me on the opposite side.&lt;br /&gt;just looking&lt;br /&gt;at me&lt;br /&gt;seeing&lt;br /&gt;m e&lt;br /&gt;you grasp my vibe, it's chill, like we&lt;br /&gt;we stare, we read our body movements&lt;br /&gt;we enjoy, we feel, we know this.&lt;br /&gt;you grab my hand, so soft in yours, fits like a puzzle piece&lt;br /&gt;we're hungry, our thoughts are our feast.&lt;br /&gt;it's you again&lt;br /&gt;the one i want deep&lt;br /&gt;inside my being, you are a part of&lt;br /&gt;cause you have this effect on me.&lt;br /&gt;i still continue to stare, you still&amp;nbsp;continue&amp;nbsp;to vibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'side track'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still focused, you are my main focus&lt;br /&gt;have you noticed that?&lt;br /&gt;have you ever have that?&lt;br /&gt;do you even want that?&lt;br /&gt;cause it's not the want that i need to give that&lt;br /&gt;just the fact that i want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you understand just want your are to me?&lt;br /&gt;which is why it's you...again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-6564077699996875861?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/6564077699996875861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-you-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/6564077699996875861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/6564077699996875861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-you-again.html' title='It&apos;s You Again'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-1731210041803485367</id><published>2010-07-18T01:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T01:49:45.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Being 18 Not Matter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;thank God for blessing me every morning for waking up and actually seeing the 18 hard years i've faced. thank you God for&amp;nbsp;breathing&amp;nbsp;air into my lungs and helping me view the pictures of the world. Thank God for helping me learn how to feel, love, and concur all my fears and evilness&amp;nbsp;surrounding&amp;nbsp;me in this everyday life i face. Thank God for my&amp;nbsp;healthy&amp;nbsp;friends, also look over the friends&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;feel the world is against them. show them the light and guide the way for them through they're tough times. Thank you God for my family. blood/non-blood. i love you guys more then i do my own self and i know God forever has you in his thoughts cause i forever have you in mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;without your guys, i have no inspiration. i am truly blessed. - Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;with that being said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i have something to say, it's been on my mind since it happened and i'm kinda upset about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;so my friends came by today. they were of the opposite sex. they have came over before yet alone so have a few others. my mom felt a way at first but i'm older now, i feel responsible about them coming over cause i have no&amp;nbsp;intension&amp;nbsp;of doing anything with any of them. so we chill and wait for a next friend to come and get us. my father calls one of my guy friends. me finding this funny i told him to tell dukes "HEYY" he does so and my dad freaks. yea i understand i'm your little girl and you want no harm. BUT HELLO. I THINK I KNOW WHAT I'M REALLY DOING. considering my mom was home too. including me there was three of us, plus mama. so what can really happen? after freaking on my friend he says he wants to speak to me. i said whatever. "hello?" all i hear is a spazz attack in my ear. i know you care, BUT YOU CARE TOO HARD. 18 18 18 18 18 18 YEAAAARS. i'm and adult. i dislike when adults say "...and just cause your 18 doesn't make you an adult" so what does....25....30? like you grown folk talk about how you want us to grow up and stop acting like children yet you still treat us like it....i can't believe i'm talking like this...i feel like i'm 16 again. i kept saying&amp;nbsp;this&amp;nbsp;crap over and over, i'm not a child anymore. i'm not the 12 year old that use to steal and buy bare stupidness. i'm not the 14 year old and got&amp;nbsp;involved&amp;nbsp;with drugs that no one knew about till i was 16. i'm not the 16 year old that ran away twice. i am the 18 year old that knows better then her previous mistakes. what part of that don't you people get? i haven't had sex, i never been to a legit jam, i never took a serious drug like&amp;nbsp;ecstasy, i never been to a rave, never done a hot box i think they're called. either way like when i do things i know what i'm doing or that i'm ready to see what it's like just to get it out my system, done. anything i do is my&amp;nbsp;RESPONSIBILITY&amp;nbsp;AND WHATEVER HAPPENS IS BECAUSE OF MY ACTIONS.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;STRAIGHT.POINT.BLANK.PERIOD.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and if you feel to realize, then that's on you. forreal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S. no stress i still LOVE my pops, just too over protective...it's annoying at times but it's something i gotta live with it. and how much you wanna bet he'll find out about this blog post? he finds out about everything.... *grumpy face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Matter?'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-5350092380476264502</id><published>2010-07-17T19:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T19:19:38.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>uhhh yea..Real Talk...</title><content type='html'>too much on my plate to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;from feelings to family fights, real talk i can't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of all this negativity around me and i feel like&amp;nbsp;separating&amp;nbsp;myself from it&lt;br /&gt;at the same time i'm feeling really lonely and no one to turn to&lt;br /&gt;everyone is doing there own thing. everyone has their life right now.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm stuck here trying to find mine...&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to find a job, i'm trying to make money, trying to find myself. trying to see what works&lt;br /&gt;but i'm stuck here between myself and others. i'm the type that love pleasing others before i pleasing myself&lt;br /&gt;cause seeing others pleased is pleasing to me.. but. *sigh* like i don't know. this summer seems like it would have been the best ever but it's really far from that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to sum it all off i guess, i feel real out the loop and also that i got too much to deal with...anymore and i'll freak on someone... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lost One&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-5350092380476264502?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-276591636868704322</id><published>2010-07-17T16:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T16:52:51.835-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Usher - There Goes My Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m6urbZyHgO4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m6urbZyHgO4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" 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sometimes in the fats lane, but i also dig a slow pace.&lt;br /&gt;erase anything that's poison, lace the losers with mace&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to fulfill my path, show everything on my face&lt;br /&gt;through my body and out my mouth&lt;br /&gt;this is me, it's what I'm about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXPRESSION. i love EXPRESSING.&lt;br /&gt;do you like expressing?&lt;br /&gt;isn't in impressing?&lt;br /&gt;isn't it sensational?&lt;br /&gt;I'm just feeling too damn beautiful&lt;br /&gt;yea i love myself, i love my mind, body soul&lt;br /&gt;something that i could never let go, always hold.&lt;br /&gt;something i can always share with people like you.&lt;br /&gt;something i will never lie about, real true&lt;br /&gt;feels good.&lt;br /&gt;feels great even&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS thing, real beautiful expression!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='EXPRESSION'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-2440952089246208354</id><published>2010-07-13T03:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T03:50:53.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>if i'd say it. it'd be like this</title><content type='html'>at the end of the day bro, no one has me like you. real sees real and that's what i see in you. sue me. i can't kick it with dudes like i do you. everything is just chill like that. i still am that type to go after what i want but in the case of you i didn't cause yea you did talk about these other girls and such shit. i always thought yo, i never compared. i&amp;nbsp;tried moving on, but you still lingered. i don't know why, maybe its cause your my best friend. can't remember the last time i could just like be real straight with someone like i am you. when the day is through, it's you on my mind. you know how many times you showed me you had me, even when i had doubts? "who i got you, don't i always have you?" yo i show you the same type of love, if any chick says they have you, they don't have you like me. i know that 100% fact. i put that on everything. yea there are times where i slip up....barely, you can't even count that on two hands. but i swear i make up for it. i've always defended you when it came down to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea you talking about other chicks effected me at first but yo, who was i to say it. as far as you knew i didn't feel nothing for you...so i thought. yo i don't even know what more to say on this subject cause it's been to long, i know what i want but it's like "why the hell am i wasting time? why the hell am i still in this......hole?" other dudes come and go but they can never amount to how i feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;different vibe I'm feeling man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i may seem like I'm confused and not knowing what i want at time but i say that ish cause i try to fight that i dig you. i try my very best actually. never seem to pass me. your people may talk as if they know the whole thing, there's always two sides to one story. they only know what i tell/show you. they don't know how i really feel. they don't know what i go through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they just don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't know what else to do, nor say, but hey. it is what it is right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God has plans, maybe this ain't it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-2440952089246208354?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/2440952089246208354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-id-say-it-itd-be-like-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/2440952089246208354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/2440952089246208354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-id-say-it-itd-be-like-this.html' title='if i&apos;d say it. it&apos;d be like this'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-6220959229981180414</id><published>2010-07-11T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T23:24:55.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blank Stare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;been doing it a lot lately, considering the fact that i'm dreaming out situations in my mind that can go down. yea like it will ever happen that way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;life of not getting your way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;- A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-6220959229981180414?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/6220959229981180414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/blank-stare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/6220959229981180414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/6220959229981180414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/blank-stare.html' title='Blank Stare'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-4983272980664359111</id><published>2010-07-11T20:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T20:27:32.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Save The Best For Last - Vannessa Williams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Sometimes the snow comes down in June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Sometimes the sun goes 'round the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;I see the passion in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Sometimes it's all a big surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;'Cause there was a time when all I did was wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;You'd tell me this was love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;It's not the way I hoped or how I planned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;But somehow it's enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;And now we're standing face to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Isn't this world a crazy place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Just when I thought our chance had passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;You go and save the best for last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;All of the nights you came to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;When some silly girl had set you free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;You wondered how you'd make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;I wondered what was wrong with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;'Cause how could you give your love to someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;And share your dreams with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Sometimes the very thing you're looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Is the one thing you can't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;And now we're standing face to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Isn't this world a crazy place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Just when I thought our chance had passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;You go and save the best for last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Sometimes the very thing you're looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Is the one thing you can't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Sometimes the snow comes down in June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Sometimes the sun goes 'round the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Just when I thought our chance had passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;You go and save the best for last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;You went and saved the best for last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&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/3634992979183750191-4983272980664359111?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/4983272980664359111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/save-best-for-last-vannessa-williams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/4983272980664359111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/4983272980664359111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/save-best-for-last-vannessa-williams.html' title='Save The Best For Last - Vannessa Williams'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-8085158806058986150</id><published>2010-07-11T18:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T18:21:40.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring Forth...</title><content type='html'>ever been in love? or lust? whatever....&lt;br /&gt;all these boys wanna grab, it would only happen if i let them&lt;br /&gt;but they ain't you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sing your name in the heavy rain, but what good will that do?&lt;br /&gt;it won't bring forth the one thing i want, which is unity between us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-8085158806058986150?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/8085158806058986150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/bring-forth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/8085158806058986150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/8085158806058986150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/bring-forth.html' title='Bring Forth...'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-802221584627072767</id><published>2010-07-08T00:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T00:09:44.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drake</title><content type='html'>i can't listen to you the same anymore. it's not you. trust me your amazing. it's just the fact that this dude. he listens to you all the time. especially since you dropped this album he can't stop playing you. you remind me of him. it kills. i enjoy you but it's like enjoying him, and i can't cause he isn't mine. it's like you're writing the things he can't say to the one he's feeling. that person not being me. another reason why i get frustrated and such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta play all the old tunes, like "comeback season" or "room for improvement." my favorites. the ones he doesn't know about. I'm not saying he's a band-wagon fan, it's just he's not familiar like i am. I'm kinda happy he isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how more to express how i feel about....this.&lt;br /&gt;just know i'm struggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i still like him? if so why do i?&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't see me. he sees she. she ain't me. never will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-802221584627072767?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/802221584627072767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/drake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/802221584627072767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/802221584627072767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/drake.html' title='Drake'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-7482715114254943352</id><published>2010-07-06T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T15:48:14.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life</title><content type='html'>school wise, i screwed up and yes i know. i'm a slacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it comes down to it all, no matter how hard i try i can't focus on something i will never take interest in: school. it's not a want, it's a need they say. well i feel that i don't need to know about hamlet and how to calculate the area of a circle. i feel that i don't need to know how plants grow and about the civil war. i feel i need to know about how colours move across paper and now my voice sounds in an empty room. i need to know what's it like to stand behind a camera and snap someone for just a moment, capture that memory on paper forever and love every second of it. i need to feel what it's like to pour my soul on paper and let only me read it. i need to know what all that is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you haven't notice my now, i'm an art student.&lt;br /&gt;art is what i bleed, it's what i feel. it's what makes me get up in the morning. it's what makes me cry, what makes me laugh. it's my everything. without it i am nothing. why can't the world see that? why can't they pick up the clues. when i sing, when i write, when i dance, then i take pictures and edit them. i'd kill for people to just understand that is who i am and who i wanna be. all this shit is hard for me, especially with this learning disability the TDSB labeled me with. school is difficult unless it about art. ART. people don't get it. they fail to realize that i'm something of the expressing kind. not the english or math or science. it's a;; boring for me. all of it. what am i do to now with this thing called my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-7482715114254943352?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/7482715114254943352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/7482715114254943352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/7482715114254943352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-life.html' title='My Life'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-8570071971421199042</id><published>2010-07-06T02:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T02:17:18.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lose My Breath</title><content type='html'>he does it, i love it&lt;br /&gt;the way he always knows the spot in which to touch&lt;br /&gt;the way he knows my body, the way he whispers, i blush&lt;br /&gt;he supports me with such movement that it seems effortless&lt;br /&gt;never makes a sloppy move, never makes it feel like it's pointless&lt;br /&gt;kisses so soft, so passionate, I'm at a lost for words&lt;br /&gt;he craves me, keep him coming back for more.&lt;br /&gt;he makes me lose my breath, every stroke, ever caress&lt;br /&gt;relieves my body I'm tension, from all the stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's only there to satisfy, in only these type or ways&lt;br /&gt;when the session is over, he never wants to stay&lt;br /&gt;you see there's thing he keeps near to him&lt;br /&gt;its not what we do. if what we did was a light-bulb, the bulb would be dim&lt;br /&gt;our sex has him weak, to an extent&lt;br /&gt;he thinks about her, dreams about her. everything about her. i get straight bent&lt;br /&gt;i'm somehow taken back for a second. i share something with him that my husband deserves&lt;br /&gt;but he doesn't take it into consideration, gets on my damn nerves&lt;br /&gt;whatever, i'm not her...i'm stupid right&lt;br /&gt;no maybe i'm just taking this all wrong, i'm too up-tight&lt;br /&gt;i give you my all, and i get half&lt;br /&gt;she gets the whole you, but you know all of me&lt;br /&gt;what? something on your mind, something you can't let it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we do what we do, do you ever think of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing what we do, thinking it all over&lt;br /&gt;i begin to get lost in my being and lose my breath....again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-8570071971421199042?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/8570071971421199042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/lose-my-breath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/8570071971421199042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/8570071971421199042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/lose-my-breath.html' title='Lose My Breath'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-2730095343448449699</id><published>2010-07-02T12:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T12:33:30.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just One Of Those Talks With The Family</title><content type='html'>so blood and i are laying there, i'm trying so hard not to cry cause i'm over-frustrated...&lt;br /&gt;she's telling me to calm down and take a breather, tell her what's up and she'll take it from there. the thing with blood is she's the only one that can solve my problems period. no one else keeps it 100% X 394856230578 like she does. so catching my breath and letting the tears soak up in my pillow i spill. spill it all out like i slit my wrist. "in all the times you had something to spill this is the second time it's about this fucking boy. yo do i have to give him a clue man? why can't he see?....wait wait. but then again you can't force someone to see something they need if they haven't figured out their own shit. common sense" those words hit me. literally. then i instantly stopped crying and looking out my pixie glass window and wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't you see the obvious? do you like getting hurt?&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna be there for you in all types of ways&lt;br /&gt;cause i know and you know i'm worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-2730095343448449699?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/2730095343448449699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-one-of-those-talks-with-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/2730095343448449699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/2730095343448449699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-one-of-those-talks-with-family.html' title='Just One Of Those Talks With The Family'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-5439615565307692276</id><published>2010-07-02T12:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T12:09:30.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Told Me It's Over Because My Sadness Is Killing His Vibe. -_-</title><content type='html'>couldn't use twitter to vent so i gotta blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, it's happening all over again&lt;br /&gt;the part of my movie where i fall&lt;br /&gt;the part where my fam was right&lt;br /&gt;the part were i soon get hurt&lt;br /&gt;because of all the things his soon to say&lt;br /&gt;all the actions he's bond to make&lt;br /&gt;all the clues that i succeed to miss&lt;br /&gt;all the times he comes around plays down that fake kiss&lt;br /&gt;i hate thinking about this&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't FUCKING REALIZE what he does&lt;br /&gt;and when he does, he acts like it's nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't even come to me and complain you need this in a chick and that in a girl&lt;br /&gt;cause when a real WOMAN comes around you're blind.&lt;br /&gt;but hey who am i to tell you shit right?&lt;br /&gt;who am i to correct you from your mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i know, your friend&lt;br /&gt;you know, the one that looks out for your well being&lt;br /&gt;the same one that has you no matter the situation&lt;br /&gt;the one that feels what you feel&lt;br /&gt;the same one that sometimes puts her feelings aside to cater to yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, talk about dedication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Drake - Fall For Your Type &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;Kristie Alexandra - Lust For Life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-5439615565307692276?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/5439615565307692276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-told-me-its-over-because-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/5439615565307692276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/5439615565307692276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;i care for you more then...then anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;one of my few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;but like i just can't express how much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;i'm going to ride for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;words fail me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;you're one of those other halves i'd take a bullet for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;pick over money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;and fall in love with all over again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- A.&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/3634992979183750191-5700404266938977786?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/5700404266938977786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/06/cant-express-how-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/5700404266938977786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/5700404266938977786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/06/cant-express-how-much.html' title='Can&apos;t Express How Much...'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-3923397196510729365</id><published>2010-06-27T18:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T18:00:45.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Spilled It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;the ink in which i used to write our history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;the ink i swore to never even look at again considering what it was used for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;we had no more history, so i had no reason to write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;i just left it there, thinking i would never use it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;and then just when i was putting my old feelings beside it, it fell over on my carpet of dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;messing it up. completely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;i tried washing it, just made it worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;i scrubbed, i dabbed, i even threw pure soap on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;still nothing. the stain in there forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;but of all places why would it fall on my dreams?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;not like you a stain in my dreams.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;either why now if we were ever to have a history, i could never write it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;that was my favorite ink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;you were my favorite history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;i was the only one chasing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;- A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-3923397196510729365?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/3923397196510729365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-spilled-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/3923397196510729365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;It's you that i begin to&amp;nbsp;adore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-2953784359552372602?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-4153994761525167006</id><published>2010-06-26T01:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T01:50:01.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jon Jon - Silly Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xyb7kdu8K88&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xyb7kdu8K88&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" 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people were to see the chemistry, they'd think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give you a deep gaze. you wonder&lt;br /&gt;i speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"right now what i want you to is to feel me, just for a minute. pretend that i'm your girl, i'll pretend your my guy. we'll show&amp;nbsp;affection, we'll act. think of it as role playing. hold me like you love me. hold me like you never want me to leave. act like i'm your only one. kiss my forehead. show me your love. give me your all. only for today. only for right now. me is all you see. just do me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that being said you pause for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready,&lt;br /&gt;Set,&lt;br /&gt;Go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we begin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-3787211479926998103?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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I Don't Know.</title><content type='html'>if they said it once, they'd say it a thousand times more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"you got some growing up to you. relationship and maturity wise"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how can you when you 're on a level that one one is on?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, yeah he told me i had a mind set of a 12 year old when it comes to boys, but he dumb me down into thinking so. but others showed me otherwise. my guy friends told me that i need someone who's grown (but who doesn't). overall i'm a &lt;b&gt;"imma hold you down even if it kills me"&lt;/b&gt; kinda girl. when i "fall" i fall hard. that person is my main focus, other guys are not even in consideration. some failed to realize that and let their insecurities get in the way. usually i do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's usually like my&amp;nbsp;guards&amp;nbsp;up to high and i push away, or it's too low and i let things slide or i just don't care period and just like having a boyfriend around. but now it's something different. people showed me in the past that this might be a real deal for a minute, never really took it in cause again the situation had to deal with our levels. we're around the same place, at the same time we fool around like it's nothing. just ordinary shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess what i'm trying to say is that, i'm just going to stay chill. maybe speak on it. but for now i'm going to see and feel out for vibes. thing with me i'm good with reading vibes, i just don't say anything at all on it cause i'm like that i guess. but whatever though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's just some feelings i try to explain and pray they make sense either later or instantly so i can move forward on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;so do i think i'm maturing?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;more then ever now. this is all a part of knowing my &lt;b&gt;wants&lt;/b&gt;, my &lt;b&gt;needs&lt;/b&gt;, keeping my &lt;b&gt;feelings first&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;staying&amp;nbsp;grounded.&lt;/b&gt; something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;my knowing stage.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-4533982482813454301?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/4533982482813454301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/06/vent-or-something-i-dont-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/4533982482813454301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/4533982482813454301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/06/vent-or-something-i-dont-know.html' title='A Vent Or Something. I Don&apos;t Know.'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-1583868303735033833</id><published>2010-06-23T17:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T17:49:27.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Destruction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;enter, yea you did that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;total destruction, yea you created that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;you're the gas to the flame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;you started a chain, and now you're figured out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;but you seem to die down when you master plan is on blast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;like an explosion, but no one died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;that was the plan all along, you wanted something to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;someone to plant a flower in it's memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;just to have that feeling that you made something DIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;people like you, need to roll over, and see the things in life that you can't destroy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;thank God for this bond...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;- A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-1583868303735033833?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/1583868303735033833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/06/destruction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/1583868303735033833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/1583868303735033833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/06/destruction.html' title='Destruction'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-5217146663164549780</id><published>2010-06-23T02:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T02:41:03.682-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Want This</title><content type='html'>speaking with you and taking you in just made me want this&lt;br /&gt;want this, want this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's grind time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get your mind out the gutter&lt;br /&gt;i mean like get this money&lt;br /&gt;this power&lt;br /&gt;this respect&lt;br /&gt;like i know i sound like am old rap video&lt;br /&gt;but like it real shit&lt;br /&gt;slips up, that's a no no&lt;br /&gt;and past one are in the fix up&lt;br /&gt;learned my lesson learned your lesson&lt;br /&gt;so real shit, let do this&lt;br /&gt;been hungry for a minute now i just want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna succeed whichever way possible&lt;br /&gt;even if it's breaking the rules, it's not a way to be&lt;br /&gt;but when you see it right in front of you, right in arms reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grab that shit and hold your people down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;STRAIGHT.POINT.BLANK.PERIOD.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mind....Set...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aubrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-5217146663164549780?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/5217146663164549780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-want-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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blah tip&lt;br /&gt;everyone's always got they own shit to deal with&lt;br /&gt;understandable&lt;br /&gt;but people feeding you shit you don't know&lt;br /&gt;you start to wonder and wonder&lt;br /&gt;and it's like "yo, are you for real"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea a way to grow up, big deal&lt;br /&gt;may think we on some different level&lt;br /&gt;but take a second to feel&lt;br /&gt;been under a rock for a minute, now the sunshine hit me&lt;br /&gt;and it's like heaven, rays of glowing light on my skin&lt;br /&gt;you begin to trim the&amp;nbsp;essence&amp;nbsp;of the situation cause of the time and place&lt;br /&gt;but yo, set backs come and they go&lt;br /&gt;live life&lt;br /&gt;deal with it&lt;br /&gt;things are out of my reach and they just slip though the cracks of my fingers&lt;br /&gt;shit happens&lt;br /&gt;live life&lt;br /&gt;deal with it&lt;br /&gt;overall when i can't fix it&lt;br /&gt;it's just a blah tip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take me for what i become and listen to the situation cry&lt;br /&gt;it is what it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;move forward.&lt;br /&gt;do what you feel best, i can live with it&lt;br /&gt;so can you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A&amp;amp;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-3139007440670574708?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/3139007440670574708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/06/blah-tip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/3139007440670574708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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him so i called. it would be nice to actually call him up on a&amp;nbsp;rainy&amp;nbsp;day and say "i'm in the mood for dancing...in the rain" he tells me he's down and swings by and we dance, we run, we laugh, we hug, we feel, we know, we see, everything, in the rain. it would be nice to actually just lay around tangled up in each other under a clear sky just looking at stars talking nonsense, but everything we say seems clear. we talk about our wants and needs, how we met and where we're going. it would be nice if he actually played in my hair. tell me it was amazing and natural even though it's a faded red colour now. it would be nice to actually fall asleep in his lap and he feels my face and tell me i'm beautiful when i sleep. it would be nice to actually sit in the sun with you. the sun kissing our skin. me hugging you from behind while we just sit and enjoy the weather. it would be nice if i actually blew bubble gum bubbles and you kissed the other end. have it pop on our faces and we pick the pieces off. we say eww every time we pick one off but it's still cute at the same time. it would be actually run around in a field of tall grass you chasing me while we fall over each other with every soft tackle, then lay in the grass and just hug. this would be nice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this would be nice&lt;br /&gt;too bad it only happens with perfect best friends in movies who eventually fall for each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aubrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-762186126027263486?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/762186126027263486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-would-be-nice.html#comment-form' title='0 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Strikes</title><content type='html'>this was the day i was getting my nails done before the prom daaaay&lt;div&gt;bored as hell waiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is what i came up with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. i DISLIKE SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/TCA3bcdRMQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/eG3uOlq2gYE/s1600/IMG_0022.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/TCA3bcdRMQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/eG3uOlq2gYE/s320/IMG_0022.PNG" 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it takes to push your buttons&lt;br /&gt;press away then set you off, begin this late night loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so where do we start ma?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;relax your shoulders, let the world rise&lt;br /&gt;you've carried to too long&lt;br /&gt;you've showed the world that you're strong&lt;br /&gt;let me rub your body down, oils involved&lt;br /&gt;massage till the issues are resolved&lt;br /&gt;body wise i'm trying to un-tense you&lt;br /&gt;by spending all this time with you&lt;br /&gt;let it all go, let it all free&lt;br /&gt;while we here, i'll take you to extacy&lt;br /&gt;by my simple touches and&amp;nbsp;manipulating your skin&lt;br /&gt;i can erase what's deep within&lt;br /&gt;drain the toxic waste stress brings&lt;br /&gt;take so why you'll believe you had wings&lt;br /&gt;don't escape me&lt;br /&gt;i'm your remedy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Janelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-2313665588640109565</id><published>2010-06-20T21:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T21:58:51.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>High Standards</title><content type='html'>it's something that you have that i don't fit.&lt;br /&gt;high standards&lt;br /&gt;you wanna chick like&amp;nbsp;Nicki&lt;br /&gt;big tits, phat ass&lt;br /&gt;a chick would be luck if he even passed&lt;br /&gt;pretty face, nice eyes&lt;br /&gt;yea, something like that = your prize&lt;br /&gt;flawless skin, 5'5, long hair&lt;br /&gt;someone on your arm that will make the whole world stare&lt;br /&gt;but me&lt;br /&gt;aha! just a joke thing for you still&lt;br /&gt;a girl you fuck around with just for the thrill&lt;br /&gt;too busy ignoring the inside that the outside over shadows the best quality&lt;br /&gt;that's what sets your high standards apart from me&lt;br /&gt;you see i'm not the type who dolls herself up to be on some movie screen&lt;br /&gt;no phat ass, average tits, so i believe&lt;br /&gt;that i got what it takes to be the best without having to look my best&lt;br /&gt;in my world it's like that&lt;br /&gt;in your world it's&amp;nbsp;glamor&amp;nbsp;and blitz, that's where its at&lt;br /&gt;no matter how bad i wanna fit your standards&lt;br /&gt;there too high for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you fit mine cause i don't look for much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aubrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-2313665588640109565?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-5390634045224716052</id><published>2010-06-20T17:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T17:42:24.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Wondering...</title><content type='html'>...How Long Will This Happiness Last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPEFULLY ALWAYS, IT FEELS SOOOO GOOOOOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-5390634045224716052?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/5390634045224716052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-4077885236854919866</id><published>2010-06-20T02:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T02:26:33.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah # 3</title><content type='html'>I noticed that when i'm mad and i say something will happen, it really does&lt;br /&gt;then i look back on it and kinda wished it didn't happen...all cause i was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Janelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-4077885236854919866?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/4077885236854919866/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-7945209156637877288</id><published>2010-06-20T02:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T02:20:51.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted Mind</title><content type='html'>* i have these things. i hate calling them "dreams" or "day dreams" cause it's not like that in a sense. i think about something in words and just make it into a little movie in my head. i think i'll call them "flashes" or something, who knows but here's one i wanna share.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;explicit&amp;nbsp;content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want you to look her in the eyes like you did me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want you to touch her like you did me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feel her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want you to lay her down and kiss her softly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;show her you want her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get passionate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"click"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the&amp;nbsp;intimacy&amp;nbsp;stops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something just clicked with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something didn't feel right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something....deep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you get off the bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she asks where you going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's thinking she did something wrong and gets all teared up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you don't care right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you tell her you'll see her tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she runs after you, you run down the stairs and fly out the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you run, i'm on your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you gotta reach me, you gotta see me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm the one you think about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her who&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you run to my place, you knock the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but people are inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so you turn the knob and the door opens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you hear my voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it sounds like i'm singing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then you hear a voice filled with bass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a manly voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you walk to my room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you see my face hanging off the bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i see you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it wasn't a welcoming one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you continue to walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you open the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you begin to feel emotion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pain, anger, hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;broken is what you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm fucking the enemy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your enemy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just like how you fucked mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you enjoyed her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i am enjoying mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with every thrust i take it all in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while you just stand there and watch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still, i smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Aubrey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3634992979183750191-7945209156637877288?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/7945209156637877288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/06/twisted-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/7945209156637877288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/7945209156637877288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/06/twisted-mind.html' title='Twisted Mind'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-7807433387883018866</id><published>2010-06-19T01:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T01:34:30.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Blaze Before Bed.</title><content type='html'>NO NOT WEED. blaze as in like a quick spill i guess before bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was relaxing, hot at first then got super cool. it was nice. i enjoyed myself and got a cool tan. (well i like it) had two quick naps and chilled with some good people. more like fam you know? *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i came home. to air that was full of anger and things of that nature. tried my best to fight it till six people came talking to me on msn that i wanted night from them at this point and time, considering the most amazing day i had. three talking none-sense on how they wanna kick it, one talking about his life, one showering me with compliments cause he digs me but i'm not into him like that, as a matter of fact not in anyway and one that thought it would be cool to have me lingering in something that wasn't basically there. lost feelings for me and never told me. whatever they all bitches. YEA ALL. i call them like i see them still. maybe if they change there ways i might change my mind for a second. anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm guessing that's it since i didn't wanna give you 12 paragraphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aubrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. All This (not what i wrote) Shall Pass. Days will come where people will feel the pain more then i felt, then realize they're mistake. either come running back or leave me be, either way it's your life and i'm not paying you any attention. also if any of my friends are caught up in any mess that involves my past and these people i address in any type of way that will make me feel a way, L O C K - O F F !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;growing up never been this easy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-7807433387883018866?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/7807433387883018866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/06/quick-blaze-before-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Know</title><content type='html'>excuse me sir but i can't help something&lt;br /&gt;i can't help but look into your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;so hazel, so bright.&lt;br /&gt;tell me sir, do you ever hide behind those beautiful eyes?&lt;br /&gt;please don't. &lt;br /&gt;but i know you tell a story&lt;br /&gt;you been through things i know&lt;br /&gt;things you didn't deserve&lt;br /&gt;people used you, they took advantage of what they thought was your weakness&lt;br /&gt;you niceness and your caring-ful ways&lt;br /&gt;but your eyes say soemthing, something of hope&lt;br /&gt;something that your still willing to do even thoug you feel like giving up&lt;br /&gt;yes i found it.&lt;br /&gt;JUST DON'T GIVE UP.&lt;br /&gt;your eyes are too pretty to give off the giving up vibe.&lt;br /&gt;but hey sir i just wanted to let you know that&lt;br /&gt;i really think your eyes are beatuiful&lt;br /&gt;and any girl with a beautiful soul, will be able to see you eyes and say the same thing i just said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(maybe that says something about me *wink*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aubrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. it was meant for someone who has no idea. *wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-9128380365111692807?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/9128380365111692807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/06/excuse-me-siri-gotta-let-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/9128380365111692807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/9128380365111692807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/06/excuse-me-siri-gotta-let-you-know.html' title='Excuse Me Sir...I Gotta Let You Know'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-4615095909106540381</id><published>2010-06-15T00:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T00:58:57.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Bizz</title><content type='html'>"...in a sense i was tense, but my body lose around you, what imma do without you?..."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;minutes to hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hours to days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when will i feel that real ray of sunshine again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when will you kiss me skin so soft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when will you take back the things you bought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when will i begin to heal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when will you begin to feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when will we forgive the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when will remember our good last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in you i seek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause it's real you speak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my soul you peak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keep it on a happy streak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are honesty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and give me hopeful&amp;nbsp;possibilities&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to express my&amp;nbsp;passionate&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;abilities&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to show you what true is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;call this my late night bizz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-4615095909106540381?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/4615095909106540381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/06/late-night-bizz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/4615095909106540381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/4615095909106540381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/06/late-night-bizz.html' title='Late Night Bizz'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-8354707102912264513</id><published>2010-06-13T17:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T17:43:27.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Day My Ass</title><content type='html'>communication is key, but why should i be open with people who can't handle what i will say? why should i fall into your childish games and play ring-around-the rosey? aha! i'm at a point right now where i'm not scared to make some cuts off my team and shit, just know. this isn't out of anger, it's out of frustration. i don't talk shit like he does when i'm pissed. i know how to hold my own. so fuck that, fuck her, and him, and you. i'm tired. I NEED SOME SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to think i CAAAAARE. BUT YOU SHOW NOTHING....K A R M A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuff said!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-8354707102912264513?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/8354707102912264513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/06/quiet-day-my-ass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/8354707102912264513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/8354707102912264513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/06/quiet-day-my-ass.html' title='Quiet Day My Ass'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-6088595095585422106</id><published>2010-06-13T13:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T13:08:27.441-04:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S. I Just Wanna Eat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;urgh, i woke up heavy, as if i didn't wanna come off the couch and live this new day God has granted me cause i felt i let you down and for what? for me to deal with the you make me feel guilty, as if i'm the worse person in the world is killing me right now. i let your mistakes slide but mine is what you hide behind cause i never did you wrong..till now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;thinking all night what i could do to make it all better and go back to the way things were so crisp and shit, but as much as i think it's not making a difference. you see me as something i'm not and i can't change that. i can't travel back in time and redo what happened cause that's not how it is. i don't know what more to say cause i'm sooo&amp;nbsp;flabbergasted&amp;nbsp;because of what you said. it still rings in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;if i didn't care as much as you think, would i be this restless? would i take the time to freggin write out my issues? would go to my mom like i do and talk this out with her? it's just so hard to deal with but something is tell me to&amp;nbsp;still&amp;nbsp;deal cause it's all worth it you know.&amp;nbsp;actually&amp;nbsp;i don't think you do. family should know family. you're my family and you don't know me? so what does that make us? family still? you think i have no idea about you but i know. trust me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;i'm seeing this as a another day gone by trying to figure out what to say to you and how to say it without snapping cause right now i just wanna yell at you and make you feel as bad as i am feeling right now. that's wrong. that's spiteful. but i'm not going to. i just gotta think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;everything is messed. with me anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;- Janelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;P.S. i just wanna eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-6088595095585422106?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/6088595095585422106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/06/ps-i-just-wanna-eat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/6088595095585422106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/6088595095585422106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/06/ps-i-just-wanna-eat.html' title='P.S. I Just Wanna Eat'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634992979183750191.post-3741508854679515981</id><published>2010-06-13T01:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T01:47:13.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Serious Right Now?</title><content type='html'>i never felt this crappy when i made&amp;nbsp;Andrew&amp;nbsp;get stitches&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;i was&amp;nbsp;swinging&amp;nbsp;a golf club and ripped off his whole eye brow... yea i made a mistake. what you never gonna let me live it down? maybe you don't understand that i actually wanted to leave where i was and come see if you were okay. maybe you should consider the fact that when i'm angry i never refer to you as "some dude, some boy" cause i refer to you as "F A M I L Y" &amp;nbsp;but no, as soon as i make a mistake i'm the worse person in the whole but you can go around and fuck with my feelings as much as you want and i can't say shit right? cause you're mr. perfect. everything you do is right.&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;i need someone to talk to you're there.&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;i need advice, you're there.&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;i need a shoulder, you're there. you're always there for me right? you never get distracted over the phone with me when i'm having a serious "heart to heart" right? i know cause you're the best friend i always dreamed of. i also dream of ruling the world in spandex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you fail to realize that i'm who you take for granted ever god given day cause you think i'm always going to be there, &amp;nbsp;sad to say it's in my DNA to always be there for someone, even if they're a total dick like you. so snake? SO SNAKE? really now? i never check you when i hurt you physically? one time i never did and it's all the time now? you know my everything and i know shit about you right? what kind of fucking friendship is this if i have to drain myself to make you happy for five minutes. why do i have to use my body in order to please your every need when i can't have two seconds to let off some steam without it even being an issue. to some i may look like a complete bitch cause i fucking hurt you and apparently felt no fucking ways but yet i'm sleepless worrying about you right? i guess i'm the bad friend. i guess i'm the one wasting time. i guess i should go into my natural habitat and live where the weed grows huh? since that's all i am: "some snakeasz girl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear when i'm gone eh? this time don't even think about picking up that phone and dialing my first three digits... my number will no longer be in service for you when i'm gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aubrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634992979183750191-3741508854679515981?l=aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/feeds/3741508854679515981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/06/are-you-serious-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/3741508854679515981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634992979183750191/posts/default/3741508854679515981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aubreyslittlethings.blogspot.com/2010/06/are-you-serious-right-now.html' title='Are You Serious Right Now?'/><author><name>Aubrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12899935438562089179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyXWg5rxa-4/SmOHUhc2UdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ihKfPAeUzQ/S220/pretty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
