<?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-150551661628250628</id><updated>2012-02-11T17:31:49.580-05:00</updated><category term='a nigga moment'/><category term='happy happy'/><category term='I beg you...'/><category term='weekend antics'/><category term='lesson time'/><category term='shes growing up'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='political chops'/><category term='hoish chickens'/><category term='the hip-hop chronicles'/><category term='i am family'/><category term='romance is weak'/><category term='just for laughs'/><category term='Shes So ambitious'/><category term='Monday....dont get out of bed'/><category term='decisions She makes'/><category term='bitches and hos'/><category term='money money'/><category term='hysterical historical'/><category term='Sex sex sex'/><category term='the broke diaries'/><category term='change of pace'/><category term='real life ish'/><category term='eye-roll'/><title type='text'>Tales of the Fly Gurl.....</title><subtitle type='html'>honey, my life is an open book. Actually, it's an open blouse.(lol just kidding.) Im just one boughie little black girl trying to understand the world through lame jokes, weak cliches, and other's POV...And selfishly mine, of course.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150551661628250628.post-8173160244177372736</id><published>2009-09-15T17:53:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T19:06:52.586-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the broke diaries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change of pace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shes growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shes So ambitious'/><title type='text'>back for the fall...so somebody catch me</title><summary type='text'>Cue the music for me to make my dramatic re-entrance.It's been a looong, loong year so far and its only September. Tons of things have been happening at once and since I finally get a day of free time, i can share them w/u guys...before I implode. though before I get knee-deep into any one subject, Im gonna lay em all out......*Im 20 years old now!!!!- despite the exclamations, this is NOT a yay </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/8173160244177372736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=150551661628250628&amp;postID=8173160244177372736' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/8173160244177372736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/8173160244177372736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-for-fallso-somebody-catch-me.html' title='back for the fall...so somebody catch me'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAd57CiPsI/AAAAAAAAAQI/aRJPgmcn0W8/s72-c/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150551661628250628.post-5226839230472039750</id><published>2009-08-18T13:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T13:23:33.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blog coming soon</title><summary type='text'>ive just been really busy! gettin my shit together....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/5226839230472039750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=150551661628250628&amp;postID=5226839230472039750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/5226839230472039750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/5226839230472039750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-coming-soon.html' title='blog coming soon'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150551661628250628.post-4625475449433499069</id><published>2009-05-07T03:06:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T06:08:51.834-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions She makes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex sex sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life ish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shes growing up'/><title type='text'>Celibacy: My Choice to Make a Choice</title><summary type='text'>When I look in the mirror, I mostly see exactly what others tell me they see: sex. Largeish eyes, big lips, and cartoonish curves. And it isnt namely men who see this. Since I was a younger girl (since Im still a youngin) even my family thought I was sexually active. My clothes were always a little too tight,(whether fashionable or not-and most often not), and I was always 10 pounds too voluptous</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/4625475449433499069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=150551661628250628&amp;postID=4625475449433499069' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/4625475449433499069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/4625475449433499069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/2009/05/celibacy-my-choice-to-make-choice.html' title='Celibacy: My Choice to Make a Choice'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SgKQt7mSESI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/K9UJ5w-TJI0/s72-c/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150551661628250628.post-3704806689802240633</id><published>2009-03-26T05:32:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T06:17:56.329-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitches and hos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life ish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political chops'/><title type='text'>youre a bad bitch, huh?</title><summary type='text'>I understand now why every adult doesnt smile that much. When I was a kid, though my smile wouldnt exactly light up a Just For Me perm box, I couldnt understand why most adults never seemed that happy. But today, I dont undesrtand why adults smile at all....I was beating down the lotion bottle this morning to get the last out of the bottom (we ARE in a recession) when i flipped through the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/3704806689802240633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=150551661628250628&amp;postID=3704806689802240633' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/3704806689802240633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/3704806689802240633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/2009/03/youre-bad-bitch-huh.html' title='youre a bad bitch, huh?'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150551661628250628.post-2035233097328190779</id><published>2008-12-08T06:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T06:02:43.520-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a nigga moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye-roll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I beg you...'/><title type='text'>All Hallowed Foolishness</title><summary type='text'>IF LIFE IS LIKE A BOX OF CHOCOLATES....then is death like peas? lol just wondering. meanwhile, I havent been posting much because I've been feeling a lil drained, and often without hope, when it suddenly occured to me that writing about it might make me feel better...I keep losing and getting back this stupid NIGHT DESK job!!!! you would think that a job that required almost no type of  brain at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/2035233097328190779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=150551661628250628&amp;postID=2035233097328190779' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/2035233097328190779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/2035233097328190779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-hallowed-foolishness.html' title='All Hallowed Foolishness'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/STz86-4v8bI/AAAAAAAAANw/ZQF05fsrih4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150551661628250628.post-9003666348311611825</id><published>2008-11-11T22:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T06:49:16.507-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hysterical historical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy happy'/><title type='text'>Where Were You When Our President Was Elected?</title><summary type='text'>(btw, a couple of y'all (Eb and Saitek) read a news paper article i had written for the newspaper that i saved on my blog. Sorry guys, it wasnt a post, I just didnt have a disk! ghetto, i know!lol but i feel the love neway! Thanks yuurr kindly, u are my motivations!)let me start this off by saying that I am sleepy as hell!!!!! so sleepy, i mean soo, sleepy..sitting here working night desk. I am a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/9003666348311611825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=150551661628250628&amp;postID=9003666348311611825' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/9003666348311611825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/9003666348311611825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-were-you-when-our-president-was.html' title='Where Were You When Our President Was Elected?'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SRpNqUHw_uI/AAAAAAAAALE/-mXZp15cupk/s72-c/n538531757_1382526_3684.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150551661628250628.post-3534796919845136369</id><published>2008-10-24T00:59:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:22:43.628-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance is weak'/><title type='text'>Waiting For the Fruit to Fall....</title><summary type='text'>This is how tired and old I feel.Its how i look like right now, actually...ok just kidding. But I am indeed exhausted.ok, lol i look a lil more like this Midterms are finished, but Im still pretty beat up from having to work. Yes, the night-desk clerk job I have that was supposed to be part time has turned into an all-night thing, every night. But I have bills, man. So let me not even go into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/3534796919845136369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=150551661628250628&amp;postID=3534796919845136369' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/3534796919845136369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/3534796919845136369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/2008/10/waiting-for-fruit-to-fall.html' title='Waiting For the Fruit to Fall....'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SQFWVXW8bAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/pjUAzksN2i8/s72-c/wonderbra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150551661628250628.post-3012489099854568957</id><published>2008-10-17T04:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T05:31:05.760-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoish chickens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson time'/><title type='text'>Stop The Madness... Class Act prt 1</title><summary type='text'>Stop the madness. Like, really.Why are we females always fighting EACH OTHER?I have come a long way from where I used to be, and being a little more enlightened than I was before, I'm looking around and shaking my head. Im on my journey to become a "class act".There was a time when I didnt have the highest self-esteem, and was threatened by girls who had qualities that I admired or wished I had. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/3012489099854568957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=150551661628250628&amp;postID=3012489099854568957' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/3012489099854568957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/3012489099854568957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/2008/10/stop-madness-class-act-prt-1.html' title='Stop The Madness... Class Act prt 1'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SPhbQ4kAvZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/tyTh_kTWyVw/s72-c/charley1_280_376645a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150551661628250628.post-5535747273964617145</id><published>2008-10-01T01:30:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T03:08:18.658-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the hip-hop chronicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance is weak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for laughs'/><title type='text'>Champale, Chronic and Soren Kierkegard Nightcap...how much can YOU take before you need one?</title><summary type='text'>It is smack dab in the middle of my first round of school tests. Im finished w/ half, and today I had my test w/Creole Magic. Some sort of test fairy came down and prevented me getting in trouble for cheating by letting him copy off me by giving us two different tests. In the midst of another melodrama featuring yours truly, I'm trying to cool off by listening to Coltrane and donny Hathaway and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/5535747273964617145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=150551661628250628&amp;postID=5535747273964617145' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/5535747273964617145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/5535747273964617145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/2008/10/champale-chronic-and-soren-kierkegard.html' title='Champale, Chronic and Soren Kierkegard Nightcap...how much can YOU take before you need one?'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SOMc-lI5yXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Tlinj3XyAuQ/s72-c/0bab68751d20cffb024e487d540b6d75.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150551661628250628.post-4960079597637806385</id><published>2008-09-25T05:00:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T06:16:32.053-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoish chickens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions She makes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance is weak'/><title type='text'>Peek in the life of an Athelete's Wife....</title><summary type='text'>"Stacks on DeckWrist full of ice...Ima go &amp; get this degreeThen shawty I'ma buy whatever I like....."I've been walkin around singin my remixed ditty-bop in my head for some time now...and like I begin every entry...I know, I know i havent wrote BUT...lol. No explanations this time, dudes. Just know I actually have been following everybody's day-to-days on my sidekick. I have 5 tests coming up and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/4960079597637806385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=150551661628250628&amp;postID=4960079597637806385' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/4960079597637806385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/4960079597637806385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/2008/09/peek-in-life-of-atheletes-wife.html' title='Peek in the life of an Athelete&apos;s Wife....'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SNthwOvwcoI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1pjLUYoUOyQ/s72-c/DONALDWILLIAMS2_20200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150551661628250628.post-8491729863841515086</id><published>2008-08-23T03:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T03:24:46.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>back to school....blah....</title><summary type='text'>Im workin at night desk, being haggled by freshman for my number....i have to put up with this untill 8 am...its 3....help! somehow still not finding motivation to write another blog....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/8491729863841515086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=150551661628250628&amp;postID=8491729863841515086' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/8491729863841515086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/8491729863841515086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-schoolblah.html' title='back to school....blah....'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150551661628250628.post-3171010128949976575</id><published>2008-08-13T14:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T15:14:37.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drained....</title><summary type='text'>Guys, I'm packin up for school, so i dont have much time...so I'll just put up a couple crazy pics of me....enjoy!my frist college party...thats me in the backThis one is the crew I hung with at prom....we were all oddballs. observe.lolThe first Drag Show I went to...I LOVE drag queens! Dont i look like a bad one?lolHere's the very first older guy I ever dated!Love you bitches!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/3171010128949976575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=150551661628250628&amp;postID=3171010128949976575' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/3171010128949976575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/3171010128949976575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/2008/08/drained.html' title='Drained....'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SKMxYwpOfsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/d5UUAjK8or4/s72-c/crazy+dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150551661628250628.post-7895404971519759891</id><published>2008-07-24T01:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T01:23:35.269-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for laughs'/><title type='text'>Un-Be-WEAVE-Able</title><summary type='text'>Anybody, who knows me (or knows me well) knows that I wear a hairweave. (gasp, oh my god she's admitting it!)lol yes. I am a trackstar. But that's only a negative connotation if I choose it to be, and I choose it NOT to be. From middle school on, I've had a journey with my hair, and went anywhere from a shoulder length bob to a "dooty- ball" at the top of my head, to a flip that rested at my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/7895404971519759891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=150551661628250628&amp;postID=7895404971519759891' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/7895404971519759891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/7895404971519759891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/2008/07/un-be-weave-able.html' title='Un-Be-WEAVE-Able'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SIgR0bTNXjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Cw6oCKeAZvM/s72-c/AshleyAdams08+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150551661628250628.post-11021602904865298</id><published>2008-07-11T00:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T00:48:59.154-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a nigga moment'/><title type='text'>For everything there is a season....</title><summary type='text'>And this season I gotta go on hiatus for a small period of time. My little sister broke my laptop and as u read I'm posting on my sidekick...so write without me lovers! During this hiatus most of my time will b spent breaking my broke foot off in her ass untill I can come up with $130 to buy a new power adapter.....tear. SO not flyy....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/11021602904865298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=150551661628250628&amp;postID=11021602904865298' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/11021602904865298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/11021602904865298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-everything-there-is-season.html' title='For everything there is a season....'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150551661628250628.post-6901858662284884554</id><published>2008-07-06T15:31:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T17:02:42.625-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoish chickens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend antics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Secrets of a Southern Belle...Who's Independence day?</title><summary type='text'>Definitely not mine. When this day came into fruition, me and my peeps were still in the field singin "oh lordy, pick a bail uh cotton...oh lorday pick a bail uh hay...." so it wasnt much to celebrate. But since it was "independence day" i broke my dependence to my hairweave and let my head rest for the weekend if that means anything. I did go to a wedding, though. LET ME TELL YOU WHY I WAS </summary><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=61a2cb2bb57ddf32&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/6901858662284884554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=150551661628250628&amp;postID=6901858662284884554' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/6901858662284884554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/6901858662284884554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/2008/07/secrets-of-southern-bellewhos.html' title='Secrets of a Southern Belle...Who&apos;s Independence day?'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SHEq4BZfUJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/tBi5hesk1lU/s72-c/092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150551661628250628.post-5575006322201820855</id><published>2008-06-29T00:35:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T14:18:24.079-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend antics'/><title type='text'>ghetto fabulism.....</title><summary type='text'>so in an attempt to get my mind off my incredible brokeness and Hip-hop's current bitchass behavior, my friend Ryan took me to a fashion show. My first fashion show, in fact,and I was rather excited. Being in a time where plus sized models are cropping up everywhere and I myself am 5'8 and wear a 14, i decided maybe this might be a place to take stock and decide if I might like to do something of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/5575006322201820855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=150551661628250628&amp;postID=5575006322201820855' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/5575006322201820855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/5575006322201820855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/2008/06/ghetto-fabulism.html' title='ghetto fabulism.....'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SGfQe5rFE8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/x6vEu2cZDwQ/s72-c/n18152077985_1895.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150551661628250628.post-2683800280387368606</id><published>2008-06-28T00:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T13:26:58.073-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money money'/><title type='text'>LA, LA LA LA, wait till I get my money right....</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday morning, over Hip-Hop's house (who by the way it only took tonight for our relationship to deteriorate again-he's too damn old for this now i mean damn...)I pulled up the blinds and looked out of the big bay window of his loft. I looked down at the little people walking the streets and looked across the way of our bridge, linking us to another state. I put my elbows down and stared out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/2683800280387368606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=150551661628250628&amp;postID=2683800280387368606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/2683800280387368606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/2683800280387368606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/2008/06/la-la-la-la-wait-till-i-get-my-money.html' title='LA, LA LA LA, wait till I get my money right....'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SGZ0RmqXYZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/MQWkeZQqVJ4/s72-c/n538531757_184361_7017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150551661628250628.post-3112433563607033147</id><published>2008-06-15T17:18:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T19:32:01.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Out Of My Room....</title><summary type='text'>okay so it took me a really long time to write back....sorry. My friend Hannah died. She lived next door to me in my dorm...It's always scary when somebody my age dies, since i'm such a baby myself...I was going through all these "death comes in threes" deals. Hannah was a very sickly girl. She often got me sick, isnce I have the immune system from hell.And i would cuss her out from that, too. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/3112433563607033147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=150551661628250628&amp;postID=3112433563607033147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/3112433563607033147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/3112433563607033147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/2008/06/get-out-of-my-room.html' title='Get Out Of My Room....'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SFhJXaPpMYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Fl_XRSRaPiw/s72-c/n159300142_30064435_4843.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150551661628250628.post-3105053048812832132</id><published>2008-05-31T19:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T19:50:40.603-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for laughs'/><title type='text'>a love so sweet...and funny</title><summary type='text'>my high schoolsweetie-who-will-truthfully-probably-end-up-being-my-husband Will made this about a yr or two ago...it was so hilarious...he told me it was for me when he sent it....look at me! so flyy....lmao just kidding. oh well, enjoy.ps...he's the 1st one in the video. aint he a doll?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/3105053048812832132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=150551661628250628&amp;postID=3105053048812832132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/3105053048812832132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/3105053048812832132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-so-sweetand-funny.html' title='a love so sweet...and funny'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150551661628250628.post-5487026333248780037</id><published>2008-05-31T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T17:14:19.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Love, and Sex and The Country</title><summary type='text'>So of course after I went to see sex and the city, I had to post. Actually I tried to post while in the movie, but there wasn't any service. Darnit. Well, I have to say, I wasn't dissapointed. The movie was great, and I just love happy endings. And of course the main philosophy or rhetoric in the movie, was love. More so how loving yourself always pans out the rest of life's chaos, though that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/5487026333248780037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=150551661628250628&amp;postID=5487026333248780037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/5487026333248780037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/5487026333248780037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/2008/05/me-love-and-sex-and-country.html' title='Me, Love, and Sex and The Country'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SEG_cIKGUfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/KEFK4s_QvkY/s72-c/250px-sex-and-the-city.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150551661628250628.post-5811245063230883265</id><published>2008-05-30T17:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T17:27:38.771-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the hip-hop chronicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I beg you...'/><title type='text'>hip hop chronicles part 2</title><summary type='text'>I am an evil person. sometimes. well, alot. becasue underneath all my comedy and all my, um, ashleighness, there is still an insecure little girl there....I reconciled with hip-hop. I felt as though I couldn't be without him, breathe without him, or anything, especially while he's still in the vicinity and it's almost as though I can feel his heart beating somewhere....oh dear, I'm starting to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/5811245063230883265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=150551661628250628&amp;postID=5811245063230883265' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/5811245063230883265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/5811245063230883265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/2008/05/hip-hop-chronicles-part-2.html' title='hip hop chronicles part 2'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150551661628250628.post-4286480567893351450</id><published>2008-05-29T10:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T10:49:38.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not enough time.....</title><summary type='text'>1 day, I WILL find the patience to blog....In the meantime, let me share with you my stlye influences...Kim K (i promise ONLY a style influence....we're built alike....I'm just way taller. but I bite her style all the time)Jessica Rabbit (c'mon everybody loves Jessica Rabbit!)Enjoy the pics! (again!lmao)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/4286480567893351450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=150551661628250628&amp;postID=4286480567893351450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/4286480567893351450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/4286480567893351450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-enough-time.html' title='not enough time.....'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SD7CTYKGUXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RHMAD-l5Nbw/s72-c/8532-21221.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150551661628250628.post-2434216579921990447</id><published>2008-05-26T17:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T17:50:05.672-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DUDE..............</title><summary type='text'>I so dont feel like posting.but hey, here's a funny pic for ya!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/2434216579921990447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=150551661628250628&amp;postID=2434216579921990447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/2434216579921990447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/2434216579921990447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/2008/05/dude.html' title='DUDE..............'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SDswdIKGUTI/AAAAAAAAAEk/IiQ0e4gus00/s72-c/n12933115_36080223_2921.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150551661628250628.post-8267110477656435870</id><published>2008-05-16T12:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T13:26:08.846-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money money'/><title type='text'>When It Rains, It Pours.....</title><summary type='text'>It's been raining for almost a week. I am so not impressed. And neither were my parents, when I told them about my potential job offer (workin at the sex shop) man, it was a civil damn war at my house. My daddy is a deacon, and my mom...well, she walks on a wilder side, but still believes what she believes, put it that way. They were all "that is the gateway to hell. Next is sex and drugs!" and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/8267110477656435870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=150551661628250628&amp;postID=8267110477656435870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/8267110477656435870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/8267110477656435870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When It Rains, It Pours.....'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150551661628250628.post-8572326354881407989</id><published>2008-05-13T13:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:46:03.567-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye-roll'/><title type='text'>Dream Catching, and a Dream defferred.....</title><summary type='text'>MLK had a dream.... And so did I. So do I, I suppose. A dream of getting a to see one of my leaders, my role models, in person. Obama came to little old Louisville, Kentucky yesterday for the primaries and I was so excited!!! I was hoping of getting to shake his hand, ask a question, hell maybe even take a picture....not to mention meet Michelle Obama, aka the black Jackie O, aka the "hottest </summary><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5a586d9757f86dec&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/8572326354881407989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=150551661628250628&amp;postID=8572326354881407989' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/8572326354881407989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/8572326354881407989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/2008/05/dream-catching-and-dream-defferred.html' title='Dream Catching, and a Dream defferred.....'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150551661628250628.post-2934412590347973279</id><published>2008-05-11T14:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T14:57:07.516-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!/ I have readers!!! yay!</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so sorry it took me so long to write. Life is a many splendored thing, ya know. Many busy bull**** things to do as well....anywhoo, I'm actually excited to dedicate this to my favorite girl....my mom! Ole girl's been around wwaaaayyy longer than I have, about time I did something for her, right?She's the original flyy gurl.. Sometimes though, I actually confuse my mom's life with mine...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/2934412590347973279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=150551661628250628&amp;postID=2934412590347973279' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/2934412590347973279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/2934412590347973279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day-i-have-readers-yay.html' title='HAPPY MOTHER&apos;S DAY!/ I have readers!!! yay!'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150551661628250628.post-2378849408458350527</id><published>2008-04-25T11:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T00:52:41.531-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the hip-hop chronicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson time'/><title type='text'>Why Hip-Hop is dead</title><summary type='text'>Brown sugar is one of my favorite movies. No, I mean like really. lol The way Hip-Hop is used as a Euphimism for love just blows me away, and I don't know why! My momma told me I would end up with an older man a few years ago, and I held onto that. Though I'm 18, I know for certain I'm just a tad bit different from other chicks my age. (EVERYBODY says that, so I try not to that often.) I realize </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/2378849408458350527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=150551661628250628&amp;postID=2378849408458350527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/2378849408458350527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/2378849408458350527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-hip-hop-is-dead.html' title='Why Hip-Hop is dead'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SBIJXpgjuPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HZvtPzWrPhU/s72-c/Green_eyes,_mean_eyes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150551661628250628.post-6300570931685453654</id><published>2008-03-13T17:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T17:49:34.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bust-It Baby, huh? NOT!!!!</title><summary type='text'>The older I get, the more I realize how young I really am. Like, really. Being in college is a great thing, but sometimes it isn’t becasue i get a lot of damn free time to think about shit.(shit like this,lol) Also, being 18, I am seeing old folks views more and more and am able to agree with them, while I still understand a teenager’s way of thinking.Romance is and always has been  a percentage </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/6300570931685453654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=150551661628250628&amp;postID=6300570931685453654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/6300570931685453654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/6300570931685453654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/2008/03/bust-it-baby-huh-not.html' title='Bust-It Baby, huh? NOT!!!!'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150551661628250628.post-6411037521038099101</id><published>2008-01-23T06:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T12:37:00.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts...I'm gettin shit off my chest</title><summary type='text'>okay...this is how you know that I am bored! i gotta lot on my chest...im not angry or anything...i just have to get it up before it backs up on me like chesse and then you cant get it out and you can't use the bathroom...tmi lmao.Party on, my brotha: So like last week I went to a kappa party, hoping somewhere in the back of my mind that it would be a regular party. Let me tell y'all sometihng! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/6411037521038099101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=150551661628250628&amp;postID=6411037521038099101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/6411037521038099101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/6411037521038099101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/2008/01/random-thoughtsim-gettin-shit-off-my.html' title='Random Thoughts...I&apos;m gettin shit off my chest'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/R59kNC2SbfI/AAAAAAAAADY/YesDWmFzkNc/s72-c/8b69dfb0173465c0dc0e41b67e8d6d13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150551661628250628.post-7912113237069926554</id><published>2008-01-10T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T16:52:07.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>back like crack and i never left! oh, and that's Ashleigh Nikol now....</title><summary type='text'>i would love to give a shining report of how well christmas went, but since this is MY life, of course that didnt happen. On my last post,I talked about how great of a friend Walter was...and that all men arent dogs. Well, people, I am still trying to hold on to that adage, so I won't go man bashing. But just know that walter turned out to be less of the great man that I described him to be.He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/7912113237069926554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=150551661628250628&amp;postID=7912113237069926554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/7912113237069926554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/7912113237069926554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-like-crack-and-i-never-left-oh-and.html' title='back like crack and i never left! oh, and that&apos;s Ashleigh Nikol now....'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/R4rHskI8u7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/3ohd3zrw8BE/s72-c/ff20c0798bafaedbd714cdc0c3357112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150551661628250628.post-2458639297126408314</id><published>2007-12-03T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T16:49:52.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks for nothing, something, and everything</title><summary type='text'>Ah, thanksgiving. A time when everybody gets together and fills their little bellies with all the gross and fattening things they desire....I cant say mine was any different.The only difference was the location...I got a lot of love from everybody though, something i didnt really expect. My whole family...But I did discover the thing that I am most thankful for...my best friend, Kayla. And the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/2458639297126408314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=150551661628250628&amp;postID=2458639297126408314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/2458639297126408314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/2458639297126408314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/2007/12/thanks-for-nothing-something-and.html' title='thanks for nothing, something, and everything'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/R1Q0543BYDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SIROwSOaUV0/s72-c/n795550421_664196_2866.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150551661628250628.post-6795033370583664766</id><published>2007-11-15T13:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T16:38:08.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm taking back the things i got from you.....and that includes my sweet little nookie too....</title><summary type='text'>DO NOT HAVE SEX!!! YOU WILL GET PREGNANT AND DIE! YOU WILL GET SICK AND DIE!!!!IF YOU HAVE SEX YOU WILL PERISH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!-just kidding. It's been a long time, I know. But I have a problem with consistency. Like really. but perhaps thats with relationships too. in college, there are three types of people regarding realtionships:1)the carebear!- this person/these people are a part of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/6795033370583664766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=150551661628250628&amp;postID=6795033370583664766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/6795033370583664766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/6795033370583664766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-taking-back-things-i-got-from-youand.html' title='I&apos;m taking back the things i got from you.....and that includes my sweet little nookie too....'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/R0HKvsufSrI/AAAAAAAAACM/tm26rnHFFwI/s72-c/n538531757_406513_3759.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150551661628250628.post-1880787348983715269</id><published>2007-10-29T13:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T16:35:48.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Treacherous Thursday thru unsettling Sunday</title><summary type='text'>it took some time for me to get on here....I'm really lazy. So what!!!!!!Thursday, I decided to exercise my rights as a licensed driver and get on the road with my kayla....on the quest of costume shopping. Both of us actually got the costumes we wanted (me, a sexy vampire bride, and Kayla, a sexy welfare-ho version of Alice in Wonderland; we'll call her Alicia!!lol)for Halloween Express (a great</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/1880787348983715269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=150551661628250628&amp;postID=1880787348983715269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/1880787348983715269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/1880787348983715269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/2007/10/treacherous-thursday-thru-unsettling.html' title='Treacherous Thursday thru unsettling Sunday'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/RyYtTOlsCzI/AAAAAAAAABs/nR4I0wxILV0/s72-c/random+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150551661628250628.post-3716567245523638195</id><published>2007-10-25T01:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T16:31:15.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderfully Wet Wednesdays....</title><summary type='text'>I cantbelieve I actually went to class today. It took some effort. In any event,I went. I'm also currently reading the Last harry potter, which I cannot put down!!! It's great!!! moving on, I helped my friend Liz at her Miss Black UK Pageant. I did her hair, which turned out to be fabulous...at least that's what everyone said. They could be lying, the fake wenches.I stayed in the dressing room </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/3716567245523638195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=150551661628250628&amp;postID=3716567245523638195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/3716567245523638195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/3716567245523638195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/2007/10/wonderfully-wet-wednesdays.html' title='Wonderfully Wet Wednesdays....'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/RyAnuq56K0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/nWxh_OwBGyI/s72-c/708067364_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150551661628250628.post-1677712278143771072</id><published>2007-10-23T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T16:30:32.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible Tuesdays...the rain on my leg in pain...</title><summary type='text'>so...hmm I forgot. This morning I rolled out of bed, did not brush my teeth, hair, or brush the sleep out of my eyes, and went to class. It's raining here, and will be for the next week. Yippee, seeing as this is supposed to be our homecoming week. Just terrible for the hair plans, man. Anyway, everybody was nice and cozy in their rain boots/galoshes/whatever and me and my best friend/roomie </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/1677712278143771072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=150551661628250628&amp;postID=1677712278143771072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/1677712278143771072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/1677712278143771072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/2007/10/terrible-tuesdaysthe-rain-on-my-leg-in.html' title='Terrible Tuesdays...the rain on my leg in pain...'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150551661628250628.post-7156801411628346146</id><published>2007-10-23T02:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T15:33:06.011-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday....dont get out of bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I beg you...'/><title type='text'>A wonderful weekend, a wonderful week... This is gonna cum back and bite me in the ass...</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--google_ad_client = "pub-2056562384103659";//728x90, created 1/22/08google_ad_slot = "4046424480";google_ad_width = 728;google_ad_height = 90;//--&gt;src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt;So I had a horrible weekend. I mean, terrible. Friday, My EX-best friend left me downtown alone in the cold at one thirty at freaking nite to be with her boyfriend, while I had to catch a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/7156801411628346146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=150551661628250628&amp;postID=7156801411628346146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/7156801411628346146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150551661628250628/posts/default/7156801411628346146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyygurl.blogspot.com/2007/10/wonderful-weekend-wonderful-week-this.html' title='A wonderful weekend, a wonderful week... This is gonna cum back and bite me in the ass...'/><author><name>FlyyGurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04708090365854907841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/SrAdqzdEb4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oPyWJ_-USsI/S220/n538531757_1985998_6536238.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g_wfaBp6xcI/Rx7AWkx5zOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/YvbuzE3kL-8/s72-c/n596451600_388833_4159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
