<?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-5812620194342566623</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:22:54.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no bullshit be real...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrectstory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectstory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>focus on reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416267734753985430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHwDxbD_rNI/AAAAAAAAACI/GAXYSXlTGlk/S220/n1530480326_30261360_7966.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812620194342566623.post-3695628942542414015</id><published>2008-08-16T10:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T10:14:35.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a month?</title><content type='html'>is that how long it's been since i updated um not much to say but i told someone i would update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um let's see my birthday parties was awesome and i was feeling both &amp;amp; i just can say i had fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um my shorty turns 1 on the 17th of september her birthday party will be at chuck e. cheese or a cookout. i don't know i took her to chuck e. cheese last week to see if she was scared of chuck e. she laughed so i don't know maybe so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um school starts next week i'm happy and ready to get away like jazzy phae said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life includes no drama &amp;amp; i'm happy where i'm at now with no struggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neici having her baby soon i can't wait to see that big headed baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah my daughter can walk now, so i'm mad geek'd because that means no more holding her. okay i lied, if she want me to pick her up i def. will like yooooo who would be so mean to not pick her up lol.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SKbglErqLYI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xNaL3XNBIrc/s1600-h/n776795603_1588975_3931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SKbglErqLYI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xNaL3XNBIrc/s320/n776795603_1588975_3931.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235118544381422978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lol &amp;amp; that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812620194342566623-3695628942542414015?l=incorrectstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/3695628942542414015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/3695628942542414015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectstory.blogspot.com/2008/08/month.html' title='a month?'/><author><name>focus on reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416267734753985430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHwDxbD_rNI/AAAAAAAAACI/GAXYSXlTGlk/S220/n1530480326_30261360_7966.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SKbglErqLYI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xNaL3XNBIrc/s72-c/n776795603_1588975_3931.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812620194342566623.post-6087273262209759664</id><published>2008-07-22T19:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T20:09:08.921-04:00</updated><title type='text'>no matter what....</title><content type='html'>Ti stepped up in the game, i don't know if it's the fact of jail put him through alot but this dude speaks knowledge and i'm really feeling where at right now. When his cd hit the stores i might cop it, because he gets mad respect for no matter what. I know some of my peoples that read this would disagree when i say this next statement but, everyone said " Lil wayne cd not going to sell ", " That nigga  garbage he ain't about shit " , " This nigga don't even write his own joints ". I'm no groupie or whatever niggas my call it, it's just the fact that this dude cd has made mad money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.billboard.com/bbcom/news/article_display.jsp?vnu_content_id=1003827992"&gt;lil wayne #1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.billboard.com/bbcom/charts/albums_index.jsp"&gt;lil wayne top albums&lt;/a&gt;. Like word up, i really didn't expect it to actually turn out like that for the fact so many niggas diss wayne and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um shit hows my life? It's rocky but it's turning somewhat good. My daughter get to go to the beach 3 times this summer she went fathers day, she going this weekend &amp;amp; she going on the 10th with us. School is getting ready to start and on facebook i met some people from my school and they said they want to go so now i got some extra people to come &amp;amp; shit. I'm so fucking eager for my party &amp;amp; then the beach the week after, i'm going to be so fucking spiffy yo. People been asking do you want money or a gift, shit it's like whatever you want, the flyers said if you wanted to buy me clothes i wear size 5&amp;amp;6 in some jordans and in fusions i wear 8, with shirts i wear a large or sometimes a xl. &amp;amp; in jeans i wear 38, so i mean i did hint if you brough clothes what to buy. =], i'm the greatest. I'm gone now though got to finish this financial aid shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812620194342566623-6087273262209759664?l=incorrectstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/6087273262209759664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/6087273262209759664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-matter-what.html' title='no matter what....'/><author><name>focus on reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416267734753985430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHwDxbD_rNI/AAAAAAAAACI/GAXYSXlTGlk/S220/n1530480326_30261360_7966.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812620194342566623.post-8404129998935744769</id><published>2008-07-21T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T16:11:34.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness....</title><content type='html'>Last night, even though i was stressed when i woke up, it was happiness because of the last words spoke before i crashed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; my nigga was laughing at shorty drunkness and shit then i got pissed but we ended the night on some happy shit &amp;amp; no homo, she just makes me happy. post later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812620194342566623-8404129998935744769?l=incorrectstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/8404129998935744769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/8404129998935744769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/happiness.html' title='happiness....'/><author><name>focus on reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416267734753985430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHwDxbD_rNI/AAAAAAAAACI/GAXYSXlTGlk/S220/n1530480326_30261360_7966.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812620194342566623.post-6730313541861106484</id><published>2008-07-20T18:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T19:29:14.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blow smoke &amp; blaze for the haters.</title><content type='html'>hi hater!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9c4c132e529cf6d0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9c4c132e529cf6d0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331627519%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D605D131538E86EC5C9C49310575119E91510C60E.6938AD3A69B844E8C9A460A85A8CC4C90A4698B5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9c4c132e529cf6d0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkjBRgb0ZdJkM4bhHPv5VDCrORaY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9c4c132e529cf6d0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331627519%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D605D131538E86EC5C9C49310575119E91510C60E.6938AD3A69B844E8C9A460A85A8CC4C90A4698B5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9c4c132e529cf6d0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkjBRgb0ZdJkM4bhHPv5VDCrORaY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was the sorority at the wedding singing their song niggas was staring hard at the shorties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812620194342566623-6730313541861106484?l=incorrectstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9c4c132e529cf6d0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/6730313541861106484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/6730313541861106484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/blow-smoke-blaze-for-haters.html' title='blow smoke &amp; blaze for the haters.'/><author><name>focus on reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416267734753985430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHwDxbD_rNI/AAAAAAAAACI/GAXYSXlTGlk/S220/n1530480326_30261360_7966.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812620194342566623.post-2516815265687232936</id><published>2008-07-20T18:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T18:52:25.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>check the records &amp; check the stores.....</title><content type='html'>Chicks always demand the truth for the fact they say this &amp;amp; that before i go on with this chicks listen these are the top 3 rules i feel like yall should fall back from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never say forever because alot of things you classify as forever be the quickest thing gone out of your life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No matter how much you say you love someone, don't say you'll do this and that for them knowing when you see someone new things will departure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last but not least, be real don't stay in a relationship because you feel as if it's a obligation for you to stay in that relationship and make it work, just live your life don't let your life live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, confession time okay so like mad posts below it was a blog about chick that was entitled HER well fuck the her him bullshit. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _  is what this her character stood for. So -sits blunt down- you came to my friend and your friend and talked about your problems with me to them so when it came to me we had no problems we just really gucci eh? Truth of the matter is if we had a whatever you called us you should've been the one to confront me instead of some shitty ass reason like this, that and the fucking other. That was first topic by the way, &amp;amp; also it's not no put on blast post it's just i rather type than talk about it and then shit will be deaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second topic, I played you? I'm cheating on you? You're adding friends from my list? Woa i did all of the above but yet you never could come to me of course i probably would say no but yet you never come to me. So the true question you been trying to find out and fussing at other people that don't talk to me that much about me playing you. Yep is the answer, i played you for a while actually &amp;amp; you know what's so funny, the me that you said you missed so much that's when i was playing you and that's crazy shit. Why even go through so much to blame different type shit on the reason why we don't work when it was you the whole time? Fuck the crocodile tears &amp;amp; fuck everything else. No beef with you but if you wanna be a bad bitch once &amp;amp; a emotional bitch the next second just let me know when you get off your period. This post me being a asshole? eh, oh well this is the time where you can really stick this shit in your head. &amp;amp; Crazy shit about the situation i broke up with the chicks i was playing games with. Why? because, i was tired of hurting your ass and as i got in close you pushed me back so now i have fallen &amp;amp; it's not that i can''t get up but it's i don't want to get up . FUCK 107 DAYS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812620194342566623-2516815265687232936?l=incorrectstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/2516815265687232936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/2516815265687232936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/check-records-check-stores.html' title='check the records &amp; check the stores.....'/><author><name>focus on reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416267734753985430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHwDxbD_rNI/AAAAAAAAACI/GAXYSXlTGlk/S220/n1530480326_30261360_7966.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812620194342566623.post-9070388808466005633</id><published>2008-07-19T21:50:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T21:56:24.072-04:00</updated><title type='text'>here comes the bride.....</title><content type='html'>So today i went to a wedding, it was by far the best one i've been to in a minute i have 120 pics &amp;amp; videos of the wedding yes it was that good. My princess was mad dopey &amp;amp; she knows she's superior to everybody.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SIKaQ609rRI/AAAAAAAAADU/CbhKCMUGsis/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SIKaQ609rRI/AAAAAAAAADU/CbhKCMUGsis/s320/028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224908133163183378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Between her and her father i don't know which one wanted to cry more lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SIKagqbmq0I/AAAAAAAAADc/PTTiM6JgV2g/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SIKagqbmq0I/AAAAAAAAADc/PTTiM6JgV2g/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224908403639757634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The groom &amp;amp; his brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SIKarmpzbxI/AAAAAAAAADk/6Cb_UsNuqWk/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SIKarmpzbxI/AAAAAAAAADk/6Cb_UsNuqWk/s320/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224908591604133650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this picture the groom got reunited with his cousin who was in afghanistan but the bride worked up some good business &amp;amp; got him intime enough for the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SIKbHsmpIvI/AAAAAAAAADs/h-wjZF_AJXk/s1600-h/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SIKbHsmpIvI/AAAAAAAAADs/h-wjZF_AJXk/s320/073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224909074237825778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saved the best for last, my princess. I may blog later adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812620194342566623-9070388808466005633?l=incorrectstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/9070388808466005633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/9070388808466005633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/here-comes-bride.html' title='here comes the bride.....'/><author><name>focus on reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416267734753985430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHwDxbD_rNI/AAAAAAAAACI/GAXYSXlTGlk/S220/n1530480326_30261360_7966.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SIKaQ609rRI/AAAAAAAAADU/CbhKCMUGsis/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812620194342566623.post-6848484033432599336</id><published>2008-07-17T21:22:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:37:13.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i know you wanna leave me......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i refuse to let you GO! Speaking of go, that nigga from chicago can choke on a little dick.This is going to be like a summer update because i really haven't been talking about shit because i didn't have time. &amp;amp; Now that i'm on my computer and have enough time i'll start from the beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SH_woxYO5nI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ez-oXTsmGOg/s1600-h/n1349442822_30024911_5872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SH_woxYO5nI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ez-oXTsmGOg/s320/n1349442822_30024911_5872.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224158676013475442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this little dude he bad as fuck but he know i look at him as my dude that i got to make sure do the right shit. His name is monty, i call him money monty because he stay looking just like some damn money. He been staying with me since like the beginning of summer everywhere i go he actually goes. The places my daughter can't go he goes for the fact that little dude is trying to grow too quick so i'm showing him he may not want to grow too quick, he has got tired when we was at six flags but he still been rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SH_xhL5KrKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/19i3iPTseLE/s1600-h/n1349442822_30023670_9996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SH_xhL5KrKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/19i3iPTseLE/s320/n1349442822_30023670_9996.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224159645203606690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got a new dog for a early birthday gift, i love that little nigga. He look like a wold lol but i thought i would get a somewhat bigger dog. My new sneakers on &amp;amp; shit, and that's where he always lay down when i'm standing he get between my legs and chill lol, i was trying to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SH_yCIXu_FI/AAAAAAAAADE/hbhCRcCM6zM/s1600-h/n1349442822_30028123_3758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SH_yCIXu_FI/AAAAAAAAADE/hbhCRcCM6zM/s320/n1349442822_30028123_3758.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224160211193756754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A old head that was real cool with everybody and was a coach at WCC died. Most people knew of him if you knew lil trent, he's going to be missed for numerous reasons. Most people knew this dude because he was a role model to about everybody &amp;amp; wrd his memorial service was packed at the football field so he's watching over us knowing that he's missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SH_zAbxWmNI/AAAAAAAAADM/juzBBVCePKM/s1600-h/n1392630242_30084103_5093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SH_zAbxWmNI/AAAAAAAAADM/juzBBVCePKM/s320/n1392630242_30084103_5093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224161281553373394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A country ass cookout, i'm going to miss these niggas though and they know that was the best cookout ever, you niggas will always be my niggas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812620194342566623-6848484033432599336?l=incorrectstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/6848484033432599336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/6848484033432599336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-know-you-wanna-leave-me.html' title='i know you wanna leave me......'/><author><name>focus on reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416267734753985430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHwDxbD_rNI/AAAAAAAAACI/GAXYSXlTGlk/S220/n1530480326_30261360_7966.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SH_woxYO5nI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ez-oXTsmGOg/s72-c/n1349442822_30024911_5872.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812620194342566623.post-2042776343836977104</id><published>2008-07-17T09:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T11:17:31.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the did not have the power to stop......</title><content type='html'>LOUIS FARRAKHAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another post where i have been blasting Nas cd because i'm trying to get into it i have yet to get into this cd. Usually i get up on a cd quick but this cd i end up falling asleep listening to it or somebody call me and i forget everything. I have bad memory too so damn i wont even remember what song i fell asleep on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like yeah, we went to sixflags yesterday i've been having fun the past few days so it's like i really haven't had time to go do my buisness and blog. I'm back in florida now until next tuesday. My birthday is coming soon i got to say i'm ready for it but i'm not because i think my mother half assed on some of it because she got last minutes performers, it better not be no new york rappers that's non-signed and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My great grandmother called me last night, i love her because she's so strong while she got colon cancer. The doctor has actually told her she don't have long to live so that's why my mother wanted to move closer to her. I love her though, she was talking to me last night about life &amp;amp; when she talk about life that's just our best conversations. She heard about the missing link that not everybody know about &amp;amp; she asked how did it happen and i kinda got mad at her asking about it said that shit quite loudly, that was the wrong thing. She called the whole gov't up &amp;amp; was like who am i having bass with, she always use the quote. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you can yell at a woman you could live without a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to do that shit but damn you know how grandparents get they just irk that one nerve you got and it be ready to explode. I think a countdown pack come out this week or some fusions so gotta go get me and my shorty some. I think it's the coutdown 19&amp;amp;4 because i know the 3 fusions come out at the end of the month, it's the lowtop joints. The olympian jump offs that come out in the beginning of august i'll get them for my birthday if i can get them early i'm going to try to get on that. The 6 ring joints already came out tho i don't know why they coming back out i had the 6 ring jump offs the first time they were released. But okay i'm done this shit wasn't really about nothing just killing time while the babies hitting each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812620194342566623-2042776343836977104?l=incorrectstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/2042776343836977104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/2042776343836977104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/did-not-have-power-to-stop.html' title='the did not have the power to stop......'/><author><name>focus on reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416267734753985430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHwDxbD_rNI/AAAAAAAAACI/GAXYSXlTGlk/S220/n1530480326_30261360_7966.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812620194342566623.post-2993437621362581133</id><published>2008-07-17T09:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T09:50:04.795-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SH9NaHbl4lI/AAAAAAAAACk/bReNIVjj6vs/s1600-h/n36609796_34571748_1344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SH9NaHbl4lI/AAAAAAAAACk/bReNIVjj6vs/s320/n36609796_34571748_1344.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223979203839779410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My princess don't like chocolate niggas lol. Mad beautiful right? But it's a problem this morning. My little dude over here kicking it with me he came over here running like uncle reaf. Shorty jealous as hell so i just keep laughing at her like ahhhhhhh. She keep crawling to me too. He can walk though so he a little g he don't neeed nobody lol.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SH9N5uRQHcI/AAAAAAAAACs/9Sj8tHY1oyQ/s1600-h/n602190226_3567400_1094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SH9N5uRQHcI/AAAAAAAAACs/9Sj8tHY1oyQ/s320/n602190226_3567400_1094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223979746841337282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812620194342566623-2993437621362581133?l=incorrectstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/2993437621362581133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/2993437621362581133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-princess-dont-like-chocolate-niggas.html' title=''/><author><name>focus on reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416267734753985430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHwDxbD_rNI/AAAAAAAAACI/GAXYSXlTGlk/S220/n1530480326_30261360_7966.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SH9NaHbl4lI/AAAAAAAAACk/bReNIVjj6vs/s72-c/n36609796_34571748_1344.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812620194342566623.post-4732394747344237034</id><published>2008-07-15T22:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:38:13.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>project roach....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;ugh yeah yo i'm creepy and crawling&lt;br /&gt;in your sink or your toilet&lt;br /&gt;i'll be drinking from your spit&lt;br /&gt;anything cause I'm more less an insect with 4 legs&lt;br /&gt;people come and I fake dead&lt;br /&gt;correction I got 8 legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is from a song off  of nas cd called project roach, for the past 2 days or so nothing big has really happened i'm going to the water park again tommorow so maybe i'll come back with some news. I'm slowly waiting for my bday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812620194342566623-4732394747344237034?l=incorrectstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/4732394747344237034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/4732394747344237034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/project-roach.html' title='project roach....'/><author><name>focus on reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416267734753985430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHwDxbD_rNI/AAAAAAAAACI/GAXYSXlTGlk/S220/n1530480326_30261360_7966.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812620194342566623.post-3885685513940330335</id><published>2008-07-15T21:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T21:15:06.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>beat ass b...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vHpvUYwVZOo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vHpvUYwVZOo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit that i love about school in dorm rooms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812620194342566623-3885685513940330335?l=incorrectstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/3885685513940330335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/3885685513940330335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/beat-ass-b.html' title='beat ass b...'/><author><name>focus on reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416267734753985430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHwDxbD_rNI/AAAAAAAAACI/GAXYSXlTGlk/S220/n1530480326_30261360_7966.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812620194342566623.post-7250369190635229647</id><published>2008-07-15T11:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T11:22:44.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>be a nigga too.....</title><content type='html'>as i'm getting my dreads taken out and redone again for like the 2nd time i got nas blasting on the speaker &amp;amp; it's something nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;genuine niggas, so I salute my, niggas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not mad 'cause eminem said nigga, cause he my nigga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; wigga, cracker, friend  we all black within, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; we all African, okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; some Africans don't like us no way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a killing happened in Johannesburg, yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; slain artist named Lucky Dube, hijacked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; some say N-double A-C-P, keep us sidetracked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah another post later on i got dead presidents so i'll probably watch that after this cd done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812620194342566623-7250369190635229647?l=incorrectstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/7250369190635229647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/7250369190635229647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/be-nigga-too.html' title='be a nigga too.....'/><author><name>focus on reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416267734753985430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHwDxbD_rNI/AAAAAAAAACI/GAXYSXlTGlk/S220/n1530480326_30261360_7966.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812620194342566623.post-6127926480612780347</id><published>2008-07-14T21:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T21:58:59.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>random shit.</title><content type='html'>i like changing my blogspot when i'm on my computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812620194342566623-6127926480612780347?l=incorrectstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/6127926480612780347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/6127926480612780347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-shit.html' title='random shit.'/><author><name>focus on reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416267734753985430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHwDxbD_rNI/AAAAAAAAACI/GAXYSXlTGlk/S220/n1530480326_30261360_7966.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812620194342566623.post-2360471245502286628</id><published>2008-07-14T21:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T21:35:34.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>do you want your cornbread.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="225" height="344"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nmMT0ZbNOHY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nmMT0ZbNOHY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny shit that i laugh at lol, it changed my mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nmMT0ZbNOHY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812620194342566623-2360471245502286628?l=incorrectstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/2360471245502286628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/2360471245502286628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-you-want-your-cornbread.html' title='do you want your cornbread.'/><author><name>focus on reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416267734753985430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHwDxbD_rNI/AAAAAAAAACI/GAXYSXlTGlk/S220/n1530480326_30261360_7966.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812620194342566623.post-5863909782561477150</id><published>2008-07-14T20:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T20:51:45.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>deep breath moment.....</title><content type='html'>aight my first post today and like i said last night when i do post it's going to be on some serious shit. aight now you know it's that chick that i've been rocking with since 040508. shes HER who's intitled in some blogs i have on here. what's wrong with her? now alot, at first she was perfect to me she had everything a nigga could ask for and more. she was the chick that i had no worries about because she made me happy and she knew the right shit to say to keep my day on boost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit changed, if most of yall are my friends yall know when a nigga got in some bad weed business and they tried to keep a dude on lock down shit changed. that was right before she graduated, i was on lock down i couldn't do shit it was really just all for one. then college came and she left for that shit &amp;amp; that was bad business itself because i became nonrelevant to her after she met her new crew and had her own peoples to hang around and shit i was like casper i was ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has been changing for the past 2 weeks i've been talking to her shit haven't been the same and i know somebody is the blame, i don't know who but she said i was hurting her this is like a strong hurt for a dude when his chick not even showing like she actually care about him. i say i love you i get a okay. if i say are you on the phone &amp;amp; can i call you, it must be really something wrong that i want to call her. why have to question shit i do thinking i'm trying to have an escape way? then she say she number 11 to me, if you number 11 then i wouldn't take time to talk to you anyways because that's too far from MY favorite number, which is 1. The further away from my number is the further you are from my heart. maybe the other dudes trying to get at her have a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;college life makes some people change from the worst, i wonder if she's one of the people who changes for the worst smh. good luck with that but let's just know it's a sudden change as of the 14th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812620194342566623-5863909782561477150?l=incorrectstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/5863909782561477150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/5863909782561477150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/deep-breath-moment.html' title='deep breath moment.....'/><author><name>focus on reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416267734753985430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHwDxbD_rNI/AAAAAAAAACI/GAXYSXlTGlk/S220/n1530480326_30261360_7966.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812620194342566623.post-72246708161488655</id><published>2008-07-13T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:17:02.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'>like damnnnn that's hot.....</title><content type='html'>okay within deep thought my next post will be mad deep and long but for the fact i got so much chlorine stuck in my brain it ain't functioning and shit lol. so yeah i had fun though, pictures posted soon &amp;amp; shit so hllr tommorow. i gotta wash my hair because of course my dreads got chlorine in them smh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812620194342566623-72246708161488655?l=incorrectstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/72246708161488655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/72246708161488655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/like-damnnnn-thats-hot.html' title='like damnnnn that&apos;s hot.....'/><author><name>focus on reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416267734753985430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHwDxbD_rNI/AAAAAAAAACI/GAXYSXlTGlk/S220/n1530480326_30261360_7966.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812620194342566623.post-1940052272425172219</id><published>2008-07-13T09:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T09:24:50.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's your birthday shawtyyy.....</title><content type='html'>Woa niggas my birthday is in less than a month. HOLD UP! not just my birthday my fucking 20th birthday. I'm sadly getting old lol, i keep going through that phase like damn i'm old. My mother is turning 34 &amp;amp; i'm like damn ma we both getting old. She keep saying she 21 but i told her she gotta get a little older because i'm going to be 20, so happy birthday to my mommy on the 2nd and happy birthday to me on the 3rd. Approximately 21 days, until my birthday but 19 until my party. Why my birthday on a sunday this year? They knew i was gonna sin on my birthday lol. Well imma sin fri. &amp;amp; sat. and then pray on sunday for all the things i did lol. Nah anywhommmmmmm good day, my daughter eating a doughnut i gotta watch her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812620194342566623-1940052272425172219?l=incorrectstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/1940052272425172219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/1940052272425172219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-your-birthday-shawtyyy.html' title='it&apos;s your birthday shawtyyy.....'/><author><name>focus on reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416267734753985430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHwDxbD_rNI/AAAAAAAAACI/GAXYSXlTGlk/S220/n1530480326_30261360_7966.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812620194342566623.post-1513096391334929134</id><published>2008-07-13T09:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T09:14:39.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kaw kaw.....</title><content type='html'>Lol i'm watching martin &amp;amp; funny shit that's what sha'neyney[sp?] said. This the episode when it was christmas and martin threw a snowball @ her and ran and she went up to the room and called gina rudolph the redbone reindeer lol funny shit b. Shit i fell asleep not even knowing i went to sleep, real shit. My shorty walked this morning by herself without her little pushing toy. I woke up shorty walking around my room picking up everything LOL! I got a personal cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i promised my shorty i would take her to see madagascar 2, because me and her chilled and saw madagascar &amp;amp; she really laughed dumb hard, i don't know if she knew what she was laughing at lol. She will be a year &amp;amp; 2 mnths. when that movie come out so maybe she'll know. Like i need some ideas on where should her 1st birthday theme be. I didn't want to go to chuck e cheese because her ass was scared of chucke when i took her 3 weeks ago. So i wanted to have it at the crib i just need a theme, so what theme do you think i should have them put on the cake &amp;amp; have for the little kids &amp;amp; shit. Now like my fam and shit like my uncles and shit they have their kids birthday party at the crib and like it don't really be no kids besides fam. &amp;amp; I don't want her party to be like that because their parties they be getting drunk and everything at a baby birthday party like yooooo fucking alcoholics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like my mother called me and told me she had a job promotion last night =[. It's in texas so it's like i may be trying to check on a school in texas just so i can be with her because i don't want to leave my daughter. She said she'll move my great grandmother with us in texas if i decided to move so i may check on TSU, that's like the only school i know still have openings for registration so i don't know =[. Sad shit. But aight i'm gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812620194342566623-1513096391334929134?l=incorrectstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/1513096391334929134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/1513096391334929134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/kaw-kaw.html' title='kaw kaw.....'/><author><name>focus on reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416267734753985430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHwDxbD_rNI/AAAAAAAAACI/GAXYSXlTGlk/S220/n1530480326_30261360_7966.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812620194342566623.post-4001101577395221289</id><published>2008-07-12T20:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T21:05:36.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>can't be mad all you do is pray......</title><content type='html'>Aight so this chick she consider me HIM so i consider her well HER. Okay so like she really have her mixed days of her mixed feelings don't know what it is but yeah she loca. She say she in love with me and she say she want to be with me forever. She considers me as just that special dude but the fact of the matter is, if i'm that special dude why don't it seem like it? She gets drunk and high, her reasoning for getting high because she want to be like me. If only she understood that i was really against drinking because that's how my father died and her drinking brings back memories. I love her and she know that shit i don't know why the story is diff. with her but i guess oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay next topic, so i chilled with my friend all day today she talked about her life &amp;amp; she really spoke truth. She talked about how her mother and father are struggling hard to get her through school and pay for her kid &amp;amp; so i took her to the mall and treated her and him because i mean she don't really get time to spend money on nothing but diapers and shit so i helped her out. I suppose to go to the water park with them tommorow so i think we'll have fun because they have where you can hold your babies on some rides to go down the slides so eh? fun can you say. I'm like thinking about taking them to the baby place they got there so afterwards me and her can actually have fun in the waterpark. She's 17 so i'm saying she still at the fun age lol or that's just what i call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my party is coming real soon and i guess you can say i'm ready as hell for that to come. I'm mad nervous on how the turnout is going to be because you know how you get that feeling like something ain't gonna go right? I think something is really gonna go bad but like i mean i have handed out flyers that one of my friends made on photoshop, thanks sincere. But yeah she made me some flyers and i handed it to some people i knew &amp;amp; told them tell people they know. so it'll be cool to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the fact my birthday in august i only have like 2 or 3 weeks before school, smh. Imma be a mad nigga like damn yo but aight i gotta go, time to feed me and the fat girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812620194342566623-4001101577395221289?l=incorrectstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/4001101577395221289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/4001101577395221289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/cant-be-mad-all-you-do-is-pray.html' title='can&apos;t be mad all you do is pray......'/><author><name>focus on reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416267734753985430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHwDxbD_rNI/AAAAAAAAACI/GAXYSXlTGlk/S220/n1530480326_30261360_7966.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812620194342566623.post-8734031559947262868</id><published>2008-07-12T18:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T18:47:51.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHk0jCYa13I/AAAAAAAAACA/l7r9z9_V21Y/s1600-h/n193900771_30655503_5915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHk0jCYa13I/AAAAAAAAACA/l7r9z9_V21Y/s320/n193900771_30655503_5915.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222263019452159858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol i went to shorty house today or whatever to bring her home &amp;amp; her mother was like oh you want something to eat, it smelt good as hell so i said yeah &amp;amp; that's the crap they gave me lol so on my way to mcdonalds i go lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812620194342566623-8734031559947262868?l=incorrectstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/8734031559947262868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/8734031559947262868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/lol-i-went-to-shorty-house-today-or.html' title=''/><author><name>focus on reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416267734753985430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHwDxbD_rNI/AAAAAAAAACI/GAXYSXlTGlk/S220/n1530480326_30261360_7966.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHk0jCYa13I/AAAAAAAAACA/l7r9z9_V21Y/s72-c/n193900771_30655503_5915.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812620194342566623.post-5392467370402488679</id><published>2008-07-12T10:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T11:06:25.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tougher than nigerian hair....</title><content type='html'>The shit i have been through the past 2 days are tougher than that shit. So like okay i'm back in new york, westchester to be exact smh. I told my mother i needed to go back to handle some shit &amp;amp; my other is coming from D.R. early because of this shit but yeah so she coming, I think tuesday &amp;amp; i'm going to the amusement park tommorow with tricia and her little man and my shorty. So like shit, i can't really type long because me and tricia about to go to the mall &amp;amp; i think we walking so i gotta carry my baby so i can't try to use my phone so yah byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812620194342566623-5392467370402488679?l=incorrectstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/5392467370402488679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/5392467370402488679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/tougher-than-nigerian-hair.html' title='tougher than nigerian hair....'/><author><name>focus on reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416267734753985430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHwDxbD_rNI/AAAAAAAAACI/GAXYSXlTGlk/S220/n1530480326_30261360_7966.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812620194342566623.post-9202508079559659247</id><published>2008-07-11T14:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T14:25:17.234-04:00</updated><title type='text'>they never listen....</title><content type='html'>You know how when you was like in middle school going into high school &amp;amp; you always said man i'm going to have this and that and you always bragged about shit before you actually grabbed that shit. Well like my brother okay he 2 yrs. younger than me once my birthday come anyways, but okay he in school and he in that college life and he's just so like overly amped about something that's not going to be how he liked it. For the fact he not going to an HBCU he not going to experience the whole living color shit. Homie got mad at me because I told him don't let his head get too big before he experience the real shit. Nigga was mad that i said and he wanted to come back on some heavy shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[stole the convo formation from deuce lol]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Nigga when i got to college shit wasn't easy for me 1st semester i let the college life get to me and wasn't really focusing on my grades, now i regret how i started my college life off so nigga you party all you want now that it's summer but you going to have to chill once school really start because moms was on my ass when school started and i was slipping.&lt;br /&gt;HIM: I'm not you tho nigga.&lt;br /&gt;ME: You ain't got to be me to do the same thing that majority freshmans do when they hear about the frat parties nigga that's life&lt;br /&gt;HIM: It's not my life though&lt;br /&gt;ME: So what, you think because you haven't had the lady luck in all these years college come and all you going to know is about speaking from your dick?&lt;br /&gt;HIM: For the fact that i'm a virgin is the reason why i'm like i am, look at you , you got a kid and probably got more than one we just know about shorty.&lt;br /&gt;ME: -jumped up in niggas face&lt;br /&gt;HIM: So you going to do something while you in my face or are you just going to bitch down like i know you for, nigga you far from hard &amp;amp; some other blah blah shit.&lt;br /&gt;ME: Nigga, don't think because you fam, i would care if you don't see tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;HIM: You a bad nigga now? you threatening and shit.&lt;br /&gt;ME: Nah nigga that's a promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like us, we are two brothers that really are opposite but at the same time i want to be like the brother that he could talk to when shit happen but it's like he don't want that shit because he so hardheaded. Me and him remind me of ti &amp;amp; ol' dude frome ATL. He have talked to me about some shit but it's like we don't have a open friendship it's like ok he my brother and that's it, sad to say alot of people didn't think we were brothers we went to school together because we didn't really say shit when we saw each other. He was popular in the 11th grade &amp;amp; i was just the head dude in 12th so i guess both of us didn't really care what happened. My mother said me and him need to be close but you can't make everybody close to you &amp;amp; that's a known statement but he know he'll still be my brother &amp;amp; still be my ace even if he is hardheaded. It's brotherly love even though he don't want that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny shit though when he had to go to school i drove his ass there and i even spend the night with him because his roommate wasn't coming until sunday and he didn't want to stay by hisself. I didn't get no thank you or nothing it's like he's ungrateful &amp;amp; I don't even understand why he is. Smh, they never listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812620194342566623-9202508079559659247?l=incorrectstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/9202508079559659247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/9202508079559659247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/they-never-listen.html' title='they never listen....'/><author><name>focus on reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416267734753985430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHwDxbD_rNI/AAAAAAAAACI/GAXYSXlTGlk/S220/n1530480326_30261360_7966.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812620194342566623.post-8700928453390794705</id><published>2008-07-11T14:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T14:06:12.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tell her coolout......</title><content type='html'>I don't know where that came from but i been saying it all morning. So why did i wake up mad early this morning cooked breakfast and shit and woke up everybody who could be woke up. My daughter woke up ready to push her little walker shit smh, that's all she does now she doesn't want me to hold her until she get sleepy or if i yell at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight will be cool because we going to this comedy show thing &amp;amp; it's suppose to be something quite hype but you know, knowing me i wont even laugh at them niggas because it might not even be funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like last night i was mos def. high on some shit that i should never smoke again lol. I mean i was on cloud nine and her was really like pouring shit out on some real shit like, she spoke shit and i think it was because she was sleep because yeah she usually doesn't say random shit like that all the time so she had a nigga like :O when she did that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like my boy woke up early to get that iphone jump off and like he had the iphone when it first came out and he just wanted the new one to see the difference and it really wasn't a diff. because they both had the same speed they said it's suppose to pull up things quicker. So i don't know if i'm going to get it i might just stick what i got now. &amp;amp; This place want me to come in for an interview  &amp;amp; shit so you know what that means i might just have a new job even though i was at journeys for a little bit iono i just like floating alot lol &amp;amp; i'm at work now doing this shit so bare with me this post took a whole hour to do smh lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812620194342566623-8700928453390794705?l=incorrectstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/8700928453390794705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/8700928453390794705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/tell-her-coolout.html' title='tell her coolout......'/><author><name>focus on reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416267734753985430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHwDxbD_rNI/AAAAAAAAACI/GAXYSXlTGlk/S220/n1530480326_30261360_7966.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812620194342566623.post-4230903990370369390</id><published>2008-07-10T17:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T18:07:07.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ummmm....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lol i was watching alf last before i came to the movies so i had nothing really in my mind because that show got my eyes hardbody &amp;amp; since it doesn't really have a theme song i don't have nothing to rap about ya kno? So lastnight i slept with my shorty do wop until me and the lil' mama had to take a potty break, she not potty trained but she always want to sit on the toilet lol. She pushed her little walker in the bathroom and mos def. crawled ontop of the toilet and laughed smh, the toilet in her bathroom is a baby one, when she get older iono what they going to do lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHY637DpRVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TCbyKs2tI3U/s1600-h/n1395030067_30033105_9150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHY637DpRVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TCbyKs2tI3U/s320/n1395030067_30033105_9150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221425550402864466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i just got these jump offs, late coping but hey i like them joints. I'm not a dude who's a fan of pink but like damn i really am feeling them lol. I got them like yesterday i found them at the galleria in westchester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading deuce blog i went to see hancock mad early this morning lol, like i saw that shit when the movie first opened it was me and my uncle &amp;amp; aunt up in that joint. It was low key good like that shit was dope i feeling it hardbody. I agree with deuce like i don't fucking with the superhero movies and shit like that but it's a jumpoff. Like umm fantastic 4 i haven't seen none of those movies. I saw hulk &amp;amp; that's just because that nigga is like ill like hell. Hell boy comes out &amp;amp; when it come out i'll be the first one to see it. &amp;amp; OHHHHHHH! Madagascar 2 : Lost In Africa comes out november 7, 2008 so if yall vote days before yall should treat yourselfs to going to see madagascar 2 =].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like the party planner met up with me at 715 this morning, we went to the city and looked at the club it was mad roomy like everybody will have room to dance &amp;amp; chill and do whatever. It's a bar in it but i'm like i don't know if we'll just have like some sodas or non alcoholic bev. because last year those niggas had to catch buses and shit because the fire marshalls said everybody was drunk &amp;amp; they closed down the parking deck, shit i got my car out tho me and my boys stayed in the deck until the firemarshalls left and then we got our cars out lol. This year i don't know whats going to happen at the party i don't even know who performing i think teyana taylor is still going to perform but like i don't just want her like ok she gonna sing google me baby and go like wtf? but yeah my mother said it's a suprise to hey we will wait to see, it's on august 2nd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812620194342566623-4230903990370369390?l=incorrectstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/4230903990370369390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/4230903990370369390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/ummmm.html' title='ummmm....'/><author><name>focus on reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416267734753985430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHwDxbD_rNI/AAAAAAAAACI/GAXYSXlTGlk/S220/n1530480326_30261360_7966.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHY637DpRVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TCbyKs2tI3U/s72-c/n1395030067_30033105_9150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812620194342566623.post-9056356663625227354</id><published>2008-07-09T19:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T19:27:08.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm looking mad brand new......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-215.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v283/140/65/1293000215/n1293000215_30273720_5483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos-215.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v283/140/65/1293000215/n1293000215_30273720_5483.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah i have a new phone &amp;amp; i'm with a new phone company. After talking to my nigga deuce last night i was going to think about getting the new blackberry but then again it has no camera so i got a sidekick lx, yes i went back to the damn sidekicks but not for long just so i can get online and do my do &amp;amp; shit so yeah. i had the sidekick id &amp;amp; i got it flashed with verizon and shit but then i had got a blackberry and that was all good but now that i got tired of mine i went back to a sidekick but i wanted the lx now. i erm imma finish blogging later on tonight because my daughter throwing a tantrum and i told her imma throw her in a river if she don't stop throwing tantrums every since she started eating baby food she has really had a strong temper if she don't get it mad quick lol, sounds grown right? lol.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-215.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v283/140/65/1293000215/n1293000215_30273716_4329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos-215.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v283/140/65/1293000215/n1293000215_30273716_4329.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812620194342566623-9056356663625227354?l=incorrectstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/9056356663625227354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/9056356663625227354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-looking-mad-brand-new.html' title='i&apos;m looking mad brand new......'/><author><name>focus on reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416267734753985430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHwDxbD_rNI/AAAAAAAAACI/GAXYSXlTGlk/S220/n1530480326_30261360_7966.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812620194342566623.post-5176575931164110394</id><published>2008-07-09T16:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T13:59:12.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sit on my thrown as the prince of the city......</title><content type='html'>I'm watching freshprince lol, can you notice that? So like i think i have a cavity because shit i was eating those new starburst gusher candy and the gush shit brought a sharp ass pain in my mouth smh, you talking about a nigga wylin' like damn that shit had hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like everybody should know i'm transferring schools because i want to be in nc for the fact that my great grandmother don't have that long and i want to be somewhat close to her so it's like i've been looking at NCA&amp;amp;T &amp;amp; NCCU &amp;amp; WSSU. So like i went to wssu and we talked and shit and every school i talked to they said i needed to let them know by the end of july so it's like we really got knock it down and find out whats going to happen. They all have the program i'm going for so it's like i may just pick A&amp;amp;T. Plus frat wise, A&amp;amp;T has the best frats like real talk and for the fact i'm a sophmore i could've pledged during the summer or fall so i guess i'll do that business in the fall you'll find out after it's done though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother has already planned on going back to nc now too to be with my great grandmother so it's like i would stay on campus and she'll have the baby and i'll come home on weekends na'mean like fri. - sun. unless it's a party or some shit. because the part of nc that my great grandmother lives in is like and hour and 30 for most of the places above so i'll be gucci and she got my little brother enrolled in school so he'll be cool to go. I'll have to get use to not saying my daughter daily but aye it's for the best for me and her so we can be on some big shit whereever i decide to go after college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i have really matured over the years from me when i was in high school to me after 1 yr. of college it's like i would never picture me doing good &amp;amp; picture me actually going to college doing shit that nobody probably thought i would do. School is my life at this moment &amp;amp; family &amp;amp; school come first. Fun is included but it's like most people don't see shit in the way of you can learn and have fun at school instead of just having fun and everything being known as failure, ya kno? I see shit in a new direction, nah i'm not dull or no shit but it's like damn iono i think i smoke so much that i see more shit &amp;amp; i understand shit that i never thought i would really know about ya know? so yeah i guess you can say when you get close to the 20s you really start thinking about life stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already got a daughter so the real world started sooner for the fact that i watch after her &amp;amp; like all she see is me and the people in my house. I can't take her around the females i like because if she start thinking thinking oh that must be my mother she would be messed up in the head not knowing who' the chick really is. Like alot of chicks be like can i meet her but it's like a meet &amp;amp; greet because she have been somewhat close to one of my exs before and like she looked at her like a mother &amp;amp; once we stopped talking it was like she didn't go to no females because of that so i don't want my shorty to grow up thinking she has no mother nor do i want her growing up saying she thinks somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to her mother about that shit like when are you going to just step up &amp;amp; be all for chilling with the baby from time to time. It's like i'm not even telling her i want her to be with me or anything i just want her to take her daughter out and shit so her daughter could say mama instead of only knowing dada. Like she sees it as funny that she don't spend time with her i mean i understand she got a son and i love that lil' nigga like he mine too and she wasn't there for him for like a year and a 1/2 now she back on dependency with him throwing him bday partys and i really think she confused on what her decision she want to make. I told her when she turn 1 she need to be in her life because her son already know that he don't have a father he just has her boyfriend and i respect that she got some other nigga watching her child because his father died but for the fact my shorty mother didn't die she shouldn't try to run away from the family she made with 2 kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word is knowledge, but most people don't have knowledge so they can't hear the word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812620194342566623-5176575931164110394?l=incorrectstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/5176575931164110394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/5176575931164110394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/sit-on-my-thrown-as-prince-of-city.html' title='sit on my thrown as the prince of the city......'/><author><name>focus on reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416267734753985430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHwDxbD_rNI/AAAAAAAAACI/GAXYSXlTGlk/S220/n1530480326_30261360_7966.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812620194342566623.post-1076205568834231720</id><published>2008-07-08T16:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T18:02:36.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'>woke up realuhhh....</title><content type='html'>I woke up to that song crazy shit my shorty mos def. is knowing how to work with my laptop early. My shit was on &amp;amp; plies cd was playing and she was just bouncing on the bed, she be dancing early. Now we had a mission to do this morning because it was time for us to go to new york so i had to make sure the bottles were cleaned out all 15 of them lol. Had to make sure i got the baby food &amp;amp; baby formula out of the refridgerator and put it in one of her bags. Had to make sure i got our lactose medicine and shit. Plane tickets &amp;amp; had to get my id. Then had to make sure my little brother actually packed his bag lol, for some reason packing his shit is just boxers &amp;amp; a toothbruh, your typical nigga lol. Then i let him get dressed today then had to put them on right because he was not even close to matching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i had to pack the baby walker shit because she be wanting to walk but she need her walker. My grandmother called us at 430 talking about where we at i was like i told you we waking up at 430 the flight wasn't until 530 smh. That plane fight was kinda cool for teh fact my little brother didn't have to use the bathroom i had to change shorty diaper but it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to my grandmother crib and shit everybody was there waiting on us =|, i swear i didn't get the memo that everybody was gonna meet up when we came. They all went straight to the baby even though she was sleep they hugging her she woke up looking like look at all these negroes. I didn't get to comb her hair lol so she had her fro out &amp;amp; everybody was talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with the party planner and me and her got our shit settled so we going out tommorow to find a big place for the one that's gonna have performers. But yeah okay so imma try to take another nap may update later on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812620194342566623-1076205568834231720?l=incorrectstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/1076205568834231720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/1076205568834231720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/woke-up-realuhhh.html' title='woke up realuhhh....'/><author><name>focus on reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416267734753985430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHwDxbD_rNI/AAAAAAAAACI/GAXYSXlTGlk/S220/n1530480326_30261360_7966.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812620194342566623.post-8775771961915532773</id><published>2008-07-06T14:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T13:04:30.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's that moment in time.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I feel old yo, &amp;amp; not like back hurting old it's just like as days come on i keep thinking like damn i'm almost 20 &amp;amp; like that's something major because it's like you use to be in high school 2 yrs. ago now you in college with 2 more yrs. to go. I talked to my mother about it and she was like that's how it gets she said she felt old younger for the fact she had me when she was young. Life has so much going on to the fact that i think like i can't do the same shit i've been doing for the past years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i go to the city tommorow and then to brklyn when it's time to lay my head but i may stay at a motel in the city i don't wanna leave it to go to bk and shit you know? This will be updated probably later because like right now my head hurt i got a hangover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812620194342566623-8775771961915532773?l=incorrectstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/8775771961915532773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/8775771961915532773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-not-you-its-me.html' title='it&apos;s that moment in time.....'/><author><name>focus on reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416267734753985430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHwDxbD_rNI/AAAAAAAAACI/GAXYSXlTGlk/S220/n1530480326_30261360_7966.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812620194342566623.post-7780600895119407695</id><published>2008-07-06T06:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T06:36:26.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>skating on reality</title><content type='html'>okay yeah forgot to say gonna hook up this shit once i get home from church &amp;amp; skating rink i may have time before the skating rink i'll see &amp;amp; let you know. they having a gospel concert @ the skating rink so me and my church folks said we were gonna go because welll church prob. will put us to sleep anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812620194342566623-7780600895119407695?l=incorrectstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/7780600895119407695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/7780600895119407695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/skating-on-reality.html' title='skating on reality'/><author><name>focus on reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416267734753985430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHwDxbD_rNI/AAAAAAAAACI/GAXYSXlTGlk/S220/n1530480326_30261360_7966.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812620194342566623.post-5016353818356937433</id><published>2008-07-06T05:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T06:38:35.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love &amp; Happiness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This morning i woke up at 7 this morning to make sure i would take a bath and be back downstairs in the living room to see v. williams &amp;amp; s. williams. Serena &amp;amp; Venus look mad different but you can tell they sisters by the way they play. I can't wait until the next game Venus have won like 5 wimbles &amp;amp; Serena won like 3, but all together they good players and for the fact they played each other this year and in 2000 that's a challenge because their skills are very good combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So algreen song is in my mind lol i don't know why at all but hey i'm jamming to this shit at 5:45. My baby mother called me because she couldn't sleep  &amp;amp; i don't know listening to some of al lyrics i'm like shit okay imma stay up so look at me, me and my little mama over here laying down and shit doing this. I get my new blackberry next week i'll be happy because my sidekick is beasting and for once i don't want mine no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The new jordans came out on wednesday &amp;amp; i forgot about them but i'm glad i did because they were lowtop fusions and they didn't really sell hard because the mall had stacks on deck of that pair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My daught&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/massCHECK/SHCgIjKbsZI/AAAAAAAAABo/5LP2L6xryHI/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/massCHECK/SHCgIjKbsZI/AAAAAAAAABo/5LP2L6xryHI/018.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;er is soon 10 months &amp;amp; i mean damn i feel like it's years because day by day she getting taller &amp;amp; bigger.She now know how to walk with her little pushing thing  &amp;amp; she be sprinting crawling. When she start walking she'll be trouble to the society lol, crazy shit she already got everybody in her face " aw, she's so cute, how old is she " ya kno? get's tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-244664b498635427" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D244664b498635427%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331627519%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D200105CF33634AA355108518314F43AF35126E19.6648BC1D6C2CB68B7100DFCAB9F13C4EC89234C3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D244664b498635427%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLA2qJfVfa5BWduJ0KEIztOcDQ6A&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D244664b498635427%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331627519%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D200105CF33634AA355108518314F43AF35126E19.6648BC1D6C2CB68B7100DFCAB9F13C4EC89234C3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D244664b498635427%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLA2qJfVfa5BWduJ0KEIztOcDQ6A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But okay goodnight niggets, me and my shorty about to go to burger king or mcdonalds for breakfast.&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/5812620194342566623-5016353818356937433?l=incorrectstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/5016353818356937433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812620194342566623/posts/default/5016353818356937433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-happiness.html' title='Love &amp; Happiness.'/><author><name>focus on reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11416267734753985430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r-tWnBHZuLk/SHwDxbD_rNI/AAAAAAAAACI/GAXYSXlTGlk/S220/n1530480326_30261360_7966.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/massCHECK/SHCgIjKbsZI/AAAAAAAAABo/5LP2L6xryHI/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
