<?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-3487562314646606205</id><updated>2011-07-29T03:03:20.531-04:00</updated><category term='Intro'/><title type='text'>A Star's Kisses</title><subtitle type='html'>A mixture of hustle, hood, confident, shallow, intelligence, selfish, trill, poetic, soul, and many other things.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-5676157730574707240</id><published>2010-02-20T13:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T13:28:10.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Life was going great. I felt like everything was falling into place then BAM!!!! I hit a car.....yes I hit a car. I felt like it ruined my life. In actuality, it allowed me to clear my emotional mindset. I cried and I cried because it hurt me. I am not a perfectionist but I have high standards for myself and I felt like I should never have a car accident. Since the accident my friends have expressed their own personal stories with car accidents. I then talked with my mother and I personally took care of everything with the car which proved further that everything will be fine. My car should be fixed soon but I am very grateful that I am still able to drive it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-5676157730574707240?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/5676157730574707240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=5676157730574707240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/5676157730574707240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/5676157730574707240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2010/02/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-6868725316150813766</id><published>2010-02-14T23:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:33:31.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>I have never been a fan of Valentine's Day. I think that people should show love daily to their loved ones. I am also not a big fan of flowers and I don't eat sweets. Yes I know people think it's crazy that I do not like sweets but I don't especially chocolate. For me the best thing to do for Valentine's Day is to sit at home and rest, watch a few movies, watch some sports or something like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-6868725316150813766?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/6868725316150813766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=6868725316150813766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/6868725316150813766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/6868725316150813766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-7822738087132330398</id><published>2010-02-03T05:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T05:42:30.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Hearted</title><content type='html'>I have been seeing the same guy for about 2 years and it seemed as everything was good but inside I was dealing with a struggle. I want to get my masters in Art History but I don't know where I want to go, when I am going to go or anything else that matters. I love him but I can not give my all or be a good girlfriend when I don't know where I am going to be in 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to distant myself and finally I told him how I was feeling. He says he respects everything I said. The only thing I didn't tell him was that I love him. Who wants to hear that after they were just told I don't have time for you (of course in other words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aLKEEngZXyo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aLKEEngZXyo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-7822738087132330398?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/7822738087132330398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=7822738087132330398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/7822738087132330398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/7822738087132330398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2010/02/broken-hearted.html' title='Broken Hearted'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-1643877213025421778</id><published>2009-09-12T12:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T12:27:42.192-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 am</title><content type='html'>I don't know what is happening currently. We spent 2+ hours on the phone this early morning and nothing is solved. I over analyze...yes that's true but I do it because you are inconsistent with me. I only said what was going through my head. Change my mind. I am not sooo crazy about you because things seem different on a daily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-1643877213025421778?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/1643877213025421778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=1643877213025421778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/1643877213025421778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/1643877213025421778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2009/09/2-am.html' title='2 am'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-2773310587585227015</id><published>2009-08-03T22:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:42:24.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Could Turn Back Time</title><content type='html'>If I Could Turn Back The Hands of Time&lt;br /&gt;I would change what I ate a few hours ago&lt;br /&gt;I would change what I told you a few weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't change my opinion but you can be damn sure I would change how I explained it to you&lt;br /&gt;I would keep my feelings to myself&lt;br /&gt;I probably would have told YOU yes and told her no&lt;br /&gt;I would tell you that YOU the one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-2773310587585227015?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/2773310587585227015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=2773310587585227015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/2773310587585227015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/2773310587585227015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-i-could-turn-back-time.html' title='If I Could Turn Back Time'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-6622607887981637871</id><published>2009-05-10T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:36:20.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Workout</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b5tTl9SF4I8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b5tTl9SF4I8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-6622607887981637871?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/6622607887981637871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=6622607887981637871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/6622607887981637871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/6622607887981637871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-workout.html' title='Summer Workout'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-3322427968265826713</id><published>2009-02-18T18:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T18:39:31.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>things to do</title><content type='html'>I have a test in less than 24 hours and so I am sitting here in Chipotle using my free time to eat and blog. Work is going okay. I work 5 days a week and I have been off for 2 and will be off on Friday too. Therefore, I have TONS of work to finish. The good thing is that it will all be done before I leave the office tomorrow. I have a study group in a few and I AM READY. I hope we don't stay too late because I want to see TOP CHEF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidebar: I am learning things about myself everyday and I don't have patience for irresponsible people or ignorance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go study. Be BReezy ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-3322427968265826713?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/3322427968265826713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=3322427968265826713&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/3322427968265826713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/3322427968265826713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-to-do.html' title='things to do'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-6559718839770042988</id><published>2009-02-15T16:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:55:26.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>I am constantly learning and growing. I am excited, confused, and judged on many of my decisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-6559718839770042988?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/6559718839770042988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=6559718839770042988&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/6559718839770042988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/6559718839770042988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2009/02/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-524144103705477206</id><published>2009-01-30T07:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T07:29:14.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's another weekend yet...it is going to feel like work. I have so much to do but I am humbled by the messages I have been receiving. Maybe he is the one. She is definitely finally growing up. She understands that she doesn't need that drama in life. He cares. She is HOME!!! These are all messages I have received from friends about friends and I am happy that we are all doing more than just surviving. Next week this blog will see some interesting things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-524144103705477206?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/524144103705477206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=524144103705477206&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/524144103705477206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/524144103705477206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-another-weekend-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-5577484149215367640</id><published>2009-01-29T22:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:11:10.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>J let's try it.....12 years...lets make it last</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VK82FOspgqo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VK82FOspgqo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have known each other for years and now things are changing so lets change with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-5577484149215367640?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/5577484149215367640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=5577484149215367640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/5577484149215367640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/5577484149215367640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2009/01/j-lets-try-it12-yearslets-make-it-last.html' title='J let&apos;s try it.....12 years...lets make it last'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-9222111562751525575</id><published>2009-01-28T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:46:33.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello new readers!!! I have been using this site for awhile to vent and put my poetry and random thoughts. If you have any questions....comment or twitter me!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way: I got a new laptop...we back in business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-9222111562751525575?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/9222111562751525575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=9222111562751525575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/9222111562751525575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/9222111562751525575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-new-readers-i-have-been-using.html' title=''/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-1854442973307474296</id><published>2009-01-19T16:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:04:17.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What about that update?</title><content type='html'>So...it will be awhile before there is an update on the site. My laptop did not just crash but it died. RIP Laptop!! I should have a new computer pretty soon and will be able to blog like I have never blogged before. I have some good ideas and new concepts I want to try. I am on twitter so hit me up. Starmochakisses-twitter me baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Peace and Freedom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-1854442973307474296?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/1854442973307474296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=1854442973307474296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/1854442973307474296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/1854442973307474296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-about-that-update.html' title='What about that update?'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-5090603345798339545</id><published>2008-12-07T20:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T20:19:31.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update soon</title><content type='html'>Things are changing really quickly in my life. I will be morphing my blog in the next few weeks and replying to people's emails and comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-5090603345798339545?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/5090603345798339545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=5090603345798339545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/5090603345798339545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/5090603345798339545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/12/update-soon.html' title='Update soon'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-5186519072408803962</id><published>2008-11-05T22:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T22:26:00.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OBAMA YA'LL</title><content type='html'>I live in Travis County in Texas and our county was BLUE!!!! We are starting to make progress and I am proud to say that Obama is not just my president but everybody in America's president. I am tired of people showing their ignorance and talking about America's fate but it is okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-5186519072408803962?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/5186519072408803962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=5186519072408803962&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/5186519072408803962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/5186519072408803962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-yall.html' title='OBAMA YA&apos;LL'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-4711215278584898268</id><published>2008-10-26T19:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:45:45.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is only so much I can do. I have tried to help you, offered you everything and instead you laugh as if this is some game. I am suppose to be the younger, naive, and immature one yet you are being that way. Every time I see you I just want to cry because you are not the person I claim to be family. You are no longer the one to give me advice. You won't take your own advice or mine. You are dying slowly and don't give a damn that you are hurting me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** You know who you are and this is not up for discussion**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-4711215278584898268?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/4711215278584898268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=4711215278584898268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/4711215278584898268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/4711215278584898268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/10/there-is-only-so-much-i-can-do.html' title=''/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-2291527719373719040</id><published>2008-08-23T22:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T22:15:25.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for shopping</title><content type='html'>Welcome to Miss Mocha's store&lt;br /&gt;How can I help you today?&lt;br /&gt;Actually I can not help you&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you&lt;br /&gt;There is a flaw in the your product&lt;br /&gt;You must be a knock off&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you&lt;br /&gt;You are not the one&lt;br /&gt;You are just not good enough for me&lt;br /&gt;Please believe it is me not you because I am better than that shit you keep bringing&lt;br /&gt;I deserve better and I will get it&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to settle for your generic ass&lt;br /&gt;Your card has been denied here and you are now banned&lt;br /&gt;Thank again for your time &lt;br /&gt;But please don't come back again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-2291527719373719040?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/2291527719373719040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=2291527719373719040&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/2291527719373719040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/2291527719373719040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/08/thanks-for-shopping.html' title='Thanks for shopping'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-9211043319954062283</id><published>2008-08-03T23:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T23:50:12.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life! They say it is what we make it to be. Is that true? I think that it can be. I am working on my life the best thing ever. I have cut my hair and gone natural. I am working on my fitness and keeping up with my healthy eating. The new Mocha Kisses is coming to a city near you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-9211043319954062283?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/9211043319954062283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=9211043319954062283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/9211043319954062283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/9211043319954062283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-they-say-it-is-what-we-make-it-to.html' title=''/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-5102230961351136991</id><published>2008-07-12T01:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T01:05:16.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Alive</title><content type='html'>I am starting to come alive. I have cut my hair and gone natural. I wear my hair in a punk rock style but I think that it just shows more of my personality. One of my friends jokes that I am like no other Black woman she knows because I do not wear my hair in regular "black hair manners." I truly am a ROCK STAR and I do me and only me. I  am continuously evolving into the person that I have always seen myself as. Life is beautiful because I can see my growth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and mentor AW has helped me a lot with this process because even though I am not a shy person I AM A SCARY WEIRDO and YES I have embraced that identity. I know who I am and hoped that over the next few months my blog will show my progress and the readers will see the growth too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-5102230961351136991?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/5102230961351136991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=5102230961351136991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/5102230961351136991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/5102230961351136991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/07/coming-alive.html' title='Coming Alive'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-1238028293150110812</id><published>2008-07-12T00:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T01:00:35.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Law School</title><content type='html'>I was given the advice that I should go to law school in a city I could see myself living for a few years and also a place that can give me money. I also learn that not all publicized schools are the best. Here are a few places that have been suggested to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-University of Miami&lt;br /&gt;-Minnesota&lt;br /&gt;-Michigan&lt;br /&gt;-Pepperdine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the idea of leaving Texas because I want to live life to the fullest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-1238028293150110812?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/1238028293150110812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=1238028293150110812&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/1238028293150110812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/1238028293150110812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/07/law-school.html' title='Law School'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-86176459402163196</id><published>2008-07-12T00:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:56:56.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One</title><content type='html'>I am young to many since I am in my early twenties but I have many dreams. I still believe that there is that ONE somewhere that will not complete my life but make it better. I do not think that a person can complete you because I do not believe that I am not whole. Doby is no longer temptation but a person in the past. SFA is a confused one that has some possible titles. I don't know when I will meet that ONE but believe that I will one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.pcplats.com/videoplayer.swf?width=480&amp;height=400&amp;displaywidth=480&amp;displayheight=360&amp;file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.pcplanets.com%2Fproxydm.php%3Fi%3Dcluster%2Fmusic%2Fvideo%2Fx4g6ks_tyrese-one-video_music%26foo%3Dbar.flv&amp;type=flv&amp;shareURL=http://www.pcplats.com/video-3480697-Tyrese-One-Video-.shtml&amp;shareCode=http://www.pcplats.com/video-3480697-Tyrese-One-Video-.shtml&amp;mailURL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.pcplats.com%2Ftellafriend.php%3Fid%3D3480697%26artist%3DTyrese%26title%3DOne%2B%2528Video%2529&amp;repeatList=false&amp;autostart=false" width="400" height="400" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" scale="showall" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="&amp;albumImage=http://a1.phobos.apple.com/r10/Music/56/28/45/mzi.zymzgpzc.170x170-75.jpg&amp;albumURL=http%3A%2F%2Fclick.linksynergy.com%2Ffs-bin%2Fclick%3Fid%3D%2FeznwUrnA1Y%26offerid%3D146261.207750524%26type%3D15%26subid%3D0"/&gt;&lt;div style="font:10px arial,sans-serif"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pcplats.com/artist-4841-Tyrese.shtml"&gt;Tyrese Videos&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-86176459402163196?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/86176459402163196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=86176459402163196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/86176459402163196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/86176459402163196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/07/one.html' title='One'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-8951193841709943326</id><published>2008-06-05T23:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T23:32:50.962-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>My life is changing as I know it. I have a new job which I like and I am finding out who my true friends are. Some people are going to be removed from my life. I am working on patience and other weaknesses I have. There is a guy that I am feeling a lot and you all will get to know him as SFA. Please understand that as life changes I am getting smarter and learning more. Doby is no longer THAT guy for me. We are still cordial and he might even think of us as friends but trust me nothing else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-8951193841709943326?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/8951193841709943326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=8951193841709943326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/8951193841709943326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/8951193841709943326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/06/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-4443000259624994382</id><published>2008-06-05T23:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T23:27:42.549-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Relief</title><content type='html'>I don't want you anymore. I do not want to be with someone that doesn't want me all the time but only wants me when they are READY for a SERIOUS relationship. Please note that I am not a favorite toy that only gets used sometimes. Thank you for the confirmation that YOU are the weakest link.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-4443000259624994382?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/4443000259624994382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=4443000259624994382&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/4443000259624994382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/4443000259624994382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/06/relief.html' title='Relief'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-5618673059680749482</id><published>2008-05-15T23:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T23:53:30.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year in</title><content type='html'>It's been exactly a year and we are no where near what we were suppose to be. Please don't come at me with any drama or stupid shit. Let it flow or improve by 500%.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-5618673059680749482?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/5618673059680749482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=5618673059680749482&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/5618673059680749482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/5618673059680749482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/05/1-year-in.html' title='1 year in'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-3771336360626205043</id><published>2008-05-02T00:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T00:09:51.799-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"As long as you admit it to yourself then the process can begin!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-3771336360626205043?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/3771336360626205043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=3771336360626205043&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/3771336360626205043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/3771336360626205043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/05/as-long-as-you-admit-it-to-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-8472642400960393941</id><published>2008-04-29T10:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:41:32.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever...</title><content type='html'>It is funny when people say 'that wouldn't be me...I wouldn't talk to him!" Yes, thats true this guy is trying to get back in my life and make things right. He is cooking my dinner, bringing me stuff to work, and expressing his emotions but you wouldn't talk to him or give him a second chance. That is so interesting since you stayed with a dude that not only tried to have possession of you but whooped your ass emotionally and verbally on a daily, said broken promises like he was a broken record, and expected for you to automatically become a babysitter to his young child while he went out and lived the life. Don't come at me with that type of bull. I am willing to give a guy a second chance if only thing he did was run from love. He did not beat me in any form or fashion, stayed honest and never cheated. I guess since he doesn't spend his whole check on me then I shouldn't talk to him because in your world money makes the heart grow fonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-8472642400960393941?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/8472642400960393941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=8472642400960393941&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/8472642400960393941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/8472642400960393941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/04/whatever.html' title='Whatever...'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-8119010548101925280</id><published>2008-04-22T23:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:19:56.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Thing</title><content type='html'>Why is that people think that they want to find the real thing but in reality they are looking for a quick piece of ass? I am tired of guys thinking that a girl who wants a relationship means that she is just looking for a person for a routine 'cut.' SORRY DUMMIES some girls do want real relationships. I am glad I got out early because that is not what I am looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that some females are just as stupid and ruin good things. I am tired of my friend getting angry at her dude for having a life. You can not be mad that he needs to take care of work so he can't watch you sleep. DAMN! You will be complaining tomorrow that he is not doing his work but it would be because you were a distraction. Make up your mind....do you want you all's life to consist of you and him only because that is what is is about to be. No work, school, life, and friends because otherwise you just DON"T KNOW. Why don't you get a life and appreciate the good man you have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-8119010548101925280?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/8119010548101925280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=8119010548101925280&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/8119010548101925280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/8119010548101925280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/04/real-thing.html' title='The Real Thing'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-2150987366984027459</id><published>2008-04-18T00:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T00:35:08.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want you</title><content type='html'>I am so excited for the epiphany I just had. Larry is not what that is. I can do better and I will. I have finally seen the sky with white clouds and hot sun and know that its not him that makes me see that. Mr. Jacob who knows what you do for me but Mr. Doby you don't. Please continue to be the ignorant human being you have been and do not upgrade for me. I deserve better. It makes so much since. Thanks to my family members for trying to help me see this. AW, KH, DDP, LH you all are great. I am THROUGH with him lets move on. How about it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-2150987366984027459?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/2150987366984027459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=2150987366984027459&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/2150987366984027459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/2150987366984027459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-dont-want-you.html' title='I don&apos;t want you'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-1274843619241344501</id><published>2008-04-15T23:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T23:17:07.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is it that you plan things but they don't always go the way you plan?&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone should you just stick around for all the BS?&lt;br /&gt;Is it better to love slow songs and not want to be romanced or to barely listen to slow jams yet want it all?&lt;br /&gt;Should you keep the dumb friends to keep your network big or drop them and downsize?&lt;br /&gt;Should I stay comfortable or go for the challenge?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-1274843619241344501?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/1274843619241344501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=1274843619241344501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/1274843619241344501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/1274843619241344501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-is-it-that-you-plan-things-but-they.html' title=''/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-7026104769138441694</id><published>2008-04-15T11:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T11:25:06.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Shoot</title><content type='html'>My head hurts so bad today that I can not see straight. I am having withdrawls from coke. Coca-cola that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-7026104769138441694?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/7026104769138441694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=7026104769138441694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/7026104769138441694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/7026104769138441694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-shoot.html' title='Just Shoot'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-5094776663801987764</id><published>2008-04-13T23:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:22:16.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>It has been a while but I am on my way back to blogging more frequently. I have been dealing with drama, sickness, stress, and worry....none of it was mine. I saw a great movie today on Showtime called G with the fine men Blair Underwood and Richard T. Jones. I think it was an eye opener for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-5094776663801987764?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/5094776663801987764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=5094776663801987764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/5094776663801987764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/5094776663801987764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-3341707150086974072</id><published>2008-03-24T11:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T12:33:22.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Doby</title><content type='html'>I have thought about our situation until I got a headache. We are not meant to be. You still are living in your brother's shadow. I wish that you knew who you were so that you could just be you. You always seemed to know what you wanted out of us until you started to love. You love me but you not ready is bull....you love me but you scared you going to miss something is more like it. I know exactly what you were told and it maybe you should have thought a little longer before thinking you had the answer. I love but I am not in love with you. The more I think about it the more time I feel was wasted. So don't worry I won't be calling because I am busy getting money and not asking my parents for it unlike yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-3341707150086974072?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/3341707150086974072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=3341707150086974072&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/3341707150086974072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/3341707150086974072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/03/dear-doby.html' title='Dear Doby'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-7806871301801442390</id><published>2008-02-22T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T12:39:26.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Don't be mad because you can't wear my jeans" -TK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-7806871301801442390?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/7806871301801442390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=7806871301801442390&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/7806871301801442390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/7806871301801442390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-be-mad-because-you-cant-wear-my.html' title=''/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-8142257033823539480</id><published>2008-02-21T10:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T12:05:48.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks For</title><content type='html'>- telling me that you are lucky to have me in your life&lt;br /&gt;- agreeing that I am a scary weirdo...it feels great&lt;br /&gt;- DKNY Be Delicious Perfume&lt;br /&gt;- Eric Roberson "Only For You"&lt;br /&gt;- trying new things&lt;br /&gt;- Jamba Juice Pomegranate Paradise only strawberries&lt;br /&gt;- New poem&lt;br /&gt;- you finding new love &lt;br /&gt;- this weekend &lt;br /&gt;- my mom telling me that she might have been wrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-8142257033823539480?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/8142257033823539480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=8142257033823539480&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/8142257033823539480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/8142257033823539480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/02/thanks-for_21.html' title='Thanks For'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-968657883337161284</id><published>2008-02-17T00:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T00:31:24.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks For</title><content type='html'>- thinking of me as your wifey&lt;br /&gt;- telling me that you only listen to R-n-B when you miss me &lt;br /&gt;- telling me that you think I am very close to being perfect&lt;br /&gt;- Kimmie being my manager...lol...wouldn't you like to know&lt;br /&gt;- my skills and experience&lt;br /&gt;- Cashmere Mafia letting me know that I can still have it all&lt;br /&gt;- GET YOURS by Amy Dubois Barnett....this book is changing my life&lt;br /&gt;- loving me&lt;br /&gt;- telling me that you are happy&lt;br /&gt;- not being shamed to say you love me&lt;br /&gt;- my motivational coworker...3 degrees and a husband, with kids...thats GREAT&lt;br /&gt;- my mommy for visiting me tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;- my new Yoga class&lt;br /&gt;- the poem in my head that hopefully will be duplicated in writing soon&lt;br /&gt;- paying off 2 credit cards before MAY...I will be debt free soon&lt;br /&gt;- LSAT scholarship&lt;br /&gt;- my laptop for not giving up on me&lt;br /&gt;- the crazy text messages at the random times&lt;br /&gt;- being able to tell me that you think I LOVE him....&lt;br /&gt;- none of my exes called on Valentine's...maybe they finally get it&lt;br /&gt;- Choppa and KC for&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-968657883337161284?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/968657883337161284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=968657883337161284&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/968657883337161284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/968657883337161284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/02/thanks-for_17.html' title='Thanks For'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-3433512036429875745</id><published>2008-02-15T17:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T17:40:34.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't recognize it until it was too late.&lt;br /&gt;You snuck up behind me and gave it to me in the sweetest way.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how it felt but that warmth is trickling down me like hot lava.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like if I opened my mouth I would be able to swallow the yummy-ness that it embraces until there is nothing left.&lt;br /&gt;I'm speechless as my first time comes to an end.&lt;br /&gt;Its nothing like my friends say it would be like&lt;br /&gt;No pain, no tears, no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;Mama said to wait until I was ready and I now know&lt;br /&gt;that time has come.&lt;br /&gt;I have fallen in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-3433512036429875745?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/3433512036429875745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=3433512036429875745&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/3433512036429875745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/3433512036429875745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-didnt-recognize-it-until-it-was-too.html' title=''/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-3261363826912775986</id><published>2008-02-14T09:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T09:13:56.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>Broken&lt;br /&gt;It hurts like hell&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I’m decomposing with every tear.&lt;br /&gt;I gave you my all and damn now I’m broken&lt;br /&gt;As I continue to cry I start to get stronger&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz yo’ ass is mine&lt;br /&gt;I brought you clothes, I brought you Jordans and what did I get?&lt;br /&gt;You fucking an ugly bitch on my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Hell naw&lt;br /&gt;Yo ass is mine&lt;br /&gt;I might feel broken but when Karma gets you&lt;br /&gt;You will have broken bones not just a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not talking about the aura called Karma&lt;br /&gt;But my new friend Karma&lt;br /&gt;The six foot five 275 pounder who hates to see me cry.&lt;br /&gt;Lets see who will be broken for longer me or you&lt;br /&gt;Cuz yo’ ass is mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-3261363826912775986?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/3261363826912775986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=3261363826912775986&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/3261363826912775986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/3261363826912775986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/02/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-6397137655462508748</id><published>2008-02-08T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T13:38:09.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"You like until you love but once you love there is no better feeling except knowing that you are being loved back"-Tai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-6397137655462508748?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/6397137655462508748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=6397137655462508748&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/6397137655462508748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/6397137655462508748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-like-until-you-love-but-once-you.html' title=''/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-1783419095412595798</id><published>2008-02-07T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T23:42:54.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks For</title><content type='html'>-Life&lt;br /&gt;-Learning to love&lt;br /&gt;-Surviving&lt;br /&gt;-Heels&lt;br /&gt;-Friends...you all have been my light in darkness at times&lt;br /&gt;-Larry Doby's personal cheerleader&lt;br /&gt;-Encouraging Coworkers&lt;br /&gt;-Bianca my twin&lt;br /&gt;-Tamia, Goapele, Lalah Hathaway, Anita Baker, Sade- you all help me&lt;br /&gt;-Music "Music is life and life without music is something I don't want to think of"&lt;br /&gt;-motivation&lt;br /&gt;-COOP gift card...I bought a LSAT book finally!&lt;br /&gt;-Larry Doby even though he ticks me off sometimes&lt;br /&gt;-My personal Angel....always have had one in life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-1783419095412595798?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/1783419095412595798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=1783419095412595798&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/1783419095412595798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/1783419095412595798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/02/thanks-for.html' title='Thanks For'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-1144080156246080728</id><published>2008-02-06T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T16:12:04.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Learned</title><content type='html'>Don't let fear run your life. Fear can't help you accomplish your goals. I will let love run in my life and not be scared of it. I will live life to the fullest. I will not let little things bother me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-1144080156246080728?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/1144080156246080728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=1144080156246080728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/1144080156246080728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/1144080156246080728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-i-learned.html' title='What I Learned'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-5323613997612991059</id><published>2008-02-05T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T13:32:43.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not sure</title><content type='html'>I am not sure what I want to do to the site. Any suggestions?? Work is kind of hectic more on that later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-5323613997612991059?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/5323613997612991059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=5323613997612991059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/5323613997612991059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/5323613997612991059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-not-sure.html' title='I&apos;m not sure'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-7796980299579802542</id><published>2008-01-31T12:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T12:28:16.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is not right</title><content type='html'>Might want to lower volume...profanity is involved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WVm84MD4vU4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355" autostart="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-7796980299579802542?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/7796980299579802542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=7796980299579802542&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/7796980299579802542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/7796980299579802542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='This is not right'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-7643102353160486191</id><published>2008-01-31T12:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T12:19:56.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A new look is on its way for my page. Please be patient while I work out the kinks in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-7643102353160486191?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/7643102353160486191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=7643102353160486191&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/7643102353160486191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/7643102353160486191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-look-is-on-its-way-for-my-page.html' title=''/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-2170991346788551608</id><published>2008-01-30T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T16:02:34.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm grateful</title><content type='html'>-for your job interview on Friday&lt;br /&gt;-encouraging me to grow&lt;br /&gt;-thinking I am sweet&lt;br /&gt;-being there when I need to rant&lt;br /&gt;-yahoo messenger&lt;br /&gt;-pandora...OMG I love Amel all over&lt;br /&gt;-for my DVR&lt;br /&gt;-Cashmere Mafia on Wednesdays&lt;br /&gt;-for you being selfish so that I can do me (Damn Larry Doby)&lt;br /&gt;-for motivation&lt;br /&gt;-my Colonel is in town and that makes my grandparents happy&lt;br /&gt;-for understanding I am Terry's child but not his twin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-2170991346788551608?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/2170991346788551608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=2170991346788551608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/2170991346788551608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/2170991346788551608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-grateful.html' title='I&apos;m grateful'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-540455235590245203</id><published>2008-01-29T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T11:14:15.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting it together</title><content type='html'>I am trying to get my stuff together in 08. Yesterday I bought 2 books to better myself. I brought an LSAT book and a book about meditation. I need to focus on my goals and accomplishing them. I want to do so many things and so I need to start doing them. There are 2 pregnant women at my job so something I am trying to accomplish is being calm and organized because I know my work load is going to increase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-540455235590245203?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/540455235590245203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=540455235590245203&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/540455235590245203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/540455235590245203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/01/getting-it-together.html' title='Getting it together'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-6481174003554159743</id><published>2008-01-28T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T15:30:59.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>L-word</title><content type='html'>Ok, I do not want Tina and Bette to get back together. I want Tina to get with someone that makes Bette look as if she is nobody. I was so proud of Tasha last night because even though she was angry she switched it around and made him feel like shit. What is Alice going to do with that picture she took of the basketball player and his lover? Why is it that the only Black couple at the Hollywood closet party were a professional male athlete and his lover? I understand why one of the guys had on a white tank shirt as far the stereotype but he was at a semi formal event so he should have had on a better outfit. Shane is back to her wild ways and thats excited because the show was getting nowhere without her wild side. I hope they let us see our English girl with her prison love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-6481174003554159743?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/6481174003554159743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=6481174003554159743&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/6481174003554159743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/6481174003554159743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/01/l-word.html' title='L-word'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-3056003398390736991</id><published>2008-01-28T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T13:44:14.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes</title><content type='html'>It's a three letter word but it means so much&lt;br /&gt;I mean&lt;br /&gt;You say that you want me-Yes&lt;br /&gt;You say you care for me-Yes&lt;br /&gt;But where is the love and the ring?&lt;br /&gt;The physical is there and you know that you always make me say Yes&lt;br /&gt;But where is the emotional???&lt;br /&gt;I want you to make my mind say....YES&lt;br /&gt;I want to quiver just by my secretary giving me a message from you&lt;br /&gt;I want my body and mind to scream yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you up for the challenge..yes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-3056003398390736991?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/3056003398390736991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=3056003398390736991&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/3056003398390736991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/3056003398390736991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/01/yes.html' title='Yes'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-2005153085616310837</id><published>2008-01-17T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T15:48:06.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Messenger</title><content type='html'>If someone is trying to reach me hit me up on yahoo messenger under starmochakisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-2005153085616310837?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/2005153085616310837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=2005153085616310837&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/2005153085616310837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/2005153085616310837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/01/messenger.html' title='Messenger'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-7988585221297568017</id><published>2008-01-17T11:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T11:35:44.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cashmere Mafia</title><content type='html'>Great show last night. I saw some outfits that I liked a lot. Bobby is all about his and I thought that was great. I wish there was a Black character on there-she would be fab! I think Jill Marie Jones would be great because she could play a similar character to Toni Childs on Girlfriends. I wouldn't mind Sanaa Lathan either but she is one of my girl crushes so its a bias opinion. &lt;br /&gt;The show made a lot of sense last night. Some young ladies do use their looks to get ahead like the horrible Catherine which then makes it hard for young women like myself to get ahead without men expecting something. Damn Catherine. &lt;br /&gt;Other television news: American Idol in Dallas was bad! Nip/Tuck was not making me happy. Making the Band is coming soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-7988585221297568017?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/7988585221297568017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=7988585221297568017&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/7988585221297568017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/7988585221297568017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/01/cashmere-mafia.html' title='Cashmere Mafia'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-5703961310475689114</id><published>2008-01-14T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T11:01:39.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Monday</title><content type='html'>So....I am back into my work routine. I should be posting regularly again now. Happy New Year! I did have a great winter break and I am ready for my Grown and Sexy 2008! Last Sunday, L-word season premiere came on...I was so excited! As the opening began I got sad because Papi is not on the show. Thats sad but I guess as the only lesbian that got to have sex with Kit Porter (Pam Grier) she did go out with a bang. Tasha is still on the show which made me very happy. The show was great..of course enough drama to make my week. Last night the second episode came on and I am happy to say that Shane is back....I love her for her conniving ways. I am another satisfied viewer. Other shows that I am watching....Rock of Love 2-I know its horrible but hilarious. My new show is Cashmere Mafia. I do have an issue that there is not a Black character that I have seen yet but isn't that most of TV? Shows coming soon: Making the Band...American Idol....so excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-5703961310475689114?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/5703961310475689114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=5703961310475689114&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/5703961310475689114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/5703961310475689114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-monday.html' title='It&apos;s Monday'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-7173268407669331171</id><published>2007-12-16T13:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T14:00:47.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Busy</title><content type='html'>It was a long week and now I am finally able to rest a little bit. Here is an update on  everything. Larry Doby is expected to be here a little bit after Christmas. My friends and I are becoming closer through the things that have been happening in life to us in the last few weeks. I am in love with myself. I feel like I am finally doing almost everything I want to do. There are a few things that I need to do but I am getting there. I am happy that I was able to buy my mother a trip to the spa because she deserves to be pampered. I have been so busy with my job that I have not been able to finish my Christmas shopping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-7173268407669331171?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/7173268407669331171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=7173268407669331171&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/7173268407669331171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/7173268407669331171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-busy.html' title='So Busy'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-2959855020467203920</id><published>2007-12-12T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T21:57:39.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful For</title><content type='html'>-my life&lt;br /&gt;-my health&lt;br /&gt;-you miss me and we are planning for our visit....Larry Doby has spoken&lt;br /&gt;-Saliesha won....America's Next Top Model&lt;br /&gt;-he bought all my drinks and didn't ask for anything&lt;br /&gt;-I don't need a sugar daddy&lt;br /&gt;-You want your future children to call me aunt&lt;br /&gt;-you are moving to Austin &lt;br /&gt;-I get my truck in a week or so&lt;br /&gt;-You like my taste in music and my taste in drinks&lt;br /&gt;-I was the first to know what was happening to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-2959855020467203920?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/2959855020467203920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=2959855020467203920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/2959855020467203920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/2959855020467203920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/12/thankful-for_12.html' title='Thankful For'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-695313682027844485</id><published>2007-12-07T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T09:33:10.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In your crew of friends there should always be someone smarter so that you can learn more and if there isn't one then you need to upgrade your crew by changing the people in it or adding people.     ---- My Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-695313682027844485?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/695313682027844485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=695313682027844485&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/695313682027844485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/695313682027844485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-your-crew-of-friends-there-should.html' title=''/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-4340380950283252878</id><published>2007-12-05T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T10:22:32.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful For</title><content type='html'>-thinking that I know fashion&lt;br /&gt;-being happy for me even though you are not the one I think of&lt;br /&gt;-my bracelet...thanks Big Sis...I love it! &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee239/starmochakisses/12-06-07_0912.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-you feel better if I go with you&lt;br /&gt;-I'm considered extended family&lt;br /&gt;-emotions and that I have them&lt;br /&gt;-love &lt;br /&gt;-my family not by blood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-4340380950283252878?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/4340380950283252878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=4340380950283252878&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/4340380950283252878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/4340380950283252878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/12/thankful-for.html' title='Thankful For'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-5475100504347653746</id><published>2007-12-04T11:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T11:40:40.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Larry Doby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard but its not working. I miss you and I have thought about our situation and I know that it wasn't the best thing in the end but it wasn't the worse. I thought today you would be proud when I sent you a message saying thanks..blah blah blah but I can not even do that because I did not get to do it. I feel like I have failed again. I know that if you were here you would tell me different but DAMN you are not here. I want you here to be able to say 'babe its ok' but you aren't. When is that time going to come where I hate you. I have had moments where I am upset with you but not longer than 10 minutes. I need for something to change in order for me to get pass this. Love me or hate me...isn't that the phrase than why do I not feel like I can do anything but love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-5475100504347653746?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/5475100504347653746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=5475100504347653746&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/5475100504347653746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/5475100504347653746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/12/dear-larry-doby-i-tried-so-hard-but-its.html' title=''/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-893055011817263158</id><published>2007-12-04T09:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T09:40:16.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Make 5 come quick</title><content type='html'>Today is starting off not good at all. I have cried, been angry, anxious, stressed, nervous, and happy already and its not even 9am yet. I was suppose to gain this piece of paper today that would make my life a little easier yet that did not happen. Before I take a test I have to be calm and collected yet today I had someone nagging in my ear. This did not help me at all therefore I had to step down and reschedule. When I called to tell my mother what happened I cried and cried because of the frustration. She then turned around and upset me by telling me bull that I already knew. I am not going to be a dumb ass and break the law so why do you feel the need to repeat things to me that I already know. I live on my own and very independent of her so why start now with crap. I am now sitting at work wishing I had the day off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-893055011817263158?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/893055011817263158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=893055011817263158&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/893055011817263158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/893055011817263158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/12/make-5-come-quick.html' title='Make 5 come quick'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-861402509999380465</id><published>2007-12-03T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T13:29:13.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>L-word</title><content type='html'>Last night's episode was interesting because the writers and producers of the show are very liberal and use the characters to speak on how they feel about war. The thing about it is that Tasha,one of my new favorites, is an officer in the military and has been to war and tries to explain that soldiers go as a duty not as a choice. I totally understand both sides since I am a military brat and also a peaceful person. There is a lot at hand but I think that the show did a good job of putting all the info out there. The show did upset me though because Kit Porter played by Pam Grier was a Hot DRUNK MESS and I was really trying to understand why every season there is a tussle about if she should remain straight or not. I remember when she met the Drag King,IVAN, and now Papi. What is going on? I think I am upset for many different reasons including this is  Pam Grier, Foxy Brown, a strong Black female in my eyes who is playing a recovering alcoholic who doesn't have her shit together and when she does get it together she then  loses it over a trashy white guy that fucked the nanny. Come on...let Pam be Pam! Why is she confused about her sexuality only because a guy did her wrong. That makes it seem like women decide to be lesbian and they decide because of a guy and I don't feel that is right either. By the way Shane is such a hoe but I like her like that. There is always one hoe in a crew....are you the hoe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-861402509999380465?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/861402509999380465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=861402509999380465&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/861402509999380465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/861402509999380465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/12/l-word.html' title='L-word'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-8212740214605724532</id><published>2007-12-03T12:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T13:00:26.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Tired</title><content type='html'>I am tired of you not listening&lt;br /&gt;not thinking&lt;br /&gt;and further more not being about shit&lt;br /&gt;I love you and always will but get your shit together.&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of you acting so helpless&lt;br /&gt;"I can't do this" "OMG...I need to work more" yet you turn around and don't accept help&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired that all the bitching you do makes me wish that I never met you&lt;br /&gt;I need I need I need please explain to me why you can't give give give but you can take take take&lt;br /&gt;I just want to scream because you are the dumbest person that I know.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be educated and to think well of yourself but I can not force you to do that and I can't keep encouraging you. &lt;br /&gt;I am tired so I will now hibernate until you decide to be the person you are suppose to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-8212740214605724532?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/8212740214605724532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=8212740214605724532&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/8212740214605724532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/8212740214605724532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-tired_03.html' title='I&apos;m Tired'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-2748393778371192195</id><published>2007-11-29T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T13:50:43.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here at work listening to my co-workers argue over whose life is harder yet I don't give a damn because I just want them to do their work. Yes one of them is my admin. assistant. We all have lives that are not all peachy everyday so why argue... I just want to take a nap so I don't have to think about them. Tonight is spoken word but I am not sure if I can make it since I am sleepy and need to do some things at the house. I also lost my voice so this raspy voice thing is not my style. I refuse to make phone calls so accept my emails or my texts and we won't have any problems. I can't believe its Thursday already. I feel like Wednesday keeps repeating itself and I am not Bill Murray in Groundhog Day. I talked to my friend/"Larry Doby's brother" and he had me laughing so hard. &lt;br /&gt;I have a test on Tuesday morning and based on my results I will probably be having a celebration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-2748393778371192195?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/2748393778371192195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=2748393778371192195&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/2748393778371192195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/2748393778371192195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-sitting-here-at-work-listening-to.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-7543607961761618279</id><published>2007-11-28T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T13:42:47.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>-You are willing to fight everyday to prove your love even though I will not take you back&lt;br /&gt;-You miss me and you said it sober&lt;br /&gt;-You told me how you felt yet I am able to say I don't want you back&lt;br /&gt;-Driving to Gatesville on Thanksgiving without my mom freaking out&lt;br /&gt;-You spent 5 days with your nephews and it made your month&lt;br /&gt;-You called me sweetheart and said you wanted to see me because you had been thinking about me&lt;br /&gt;-Kimmie asked me to be her guest at her class ring ceremony&lt;br /&gt;-I was creative for someone's gift&lt;br /&gt;-Lauren might be moving back to Austin&lt;br /&gt;-Got home at 4 yet I am focused at work today!&lt;br /&gt;-Even though I am not of the family I am in the family&lt;br /&gt;-My bracelet that I hopefully will get if you haven't decided to keep it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;-You thought of me for a second while gone &lt;br /&gt;-He thinks I am naive to give him money.....wtf.....&lt;br /&gt;-Amac called me to go out on Friday&lt;br /&gt;-It was his birthday yesterday and I did nothing!&lt;br /&gt;-Might be getting a new car!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-7543607961761618279?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/7543607961761618279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=7543607961761618279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/7543607961761618279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/7543607961761618279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanks_28.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-8189395474284599506</id><published>2007-11-27T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T13:50:35.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't recognize it until it was too late.&lt;br /&gt;You snuck up behind me and gave it to me in the sweetest way.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how it felt but that warmth is trickling down me like hot lava.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like if I opened my mouth I would be able to swallow the yummy-ness that it embraces until there is nothing left.&lt;br /&gt;I'm speechless as my first time comes to an end.&lt;br /&gt;Its nothing like my friends say it would be like&lt;br /&gt;No pain, no tears, no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;Mama said to wait until I was ready and I now know&lt;br /&gt;that time has come.&lt;br /&gt;I have fallen in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-8189395474284599506?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/8189395474284599506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=8189395474284599506&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/8189395474284599506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/8189395474284599506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-didnt-recognize-it-until-it-was-too.html' title=''/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-1352996003084264643</id><published>2007-11-26T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T13:46:19.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>My admin did not call in today and when I called her she acted as if I did something wrong. I need her to come to work in order for me to do my job. It is a Monday after a long weekend therefore we all have a lot of work to do. The semester is about to end and therefore I have plenty to do and so does she which means I can not do both of our jobs. I do not get paid to sit at the front desk and answer phones. I get paid to do my job which deals with travel arrangements, grants, state accounts and whatever else. I need her to step her game up and come to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-1352996003084264643?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/1352996003084264643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=1352996003084264643&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/1352996003084264643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/1352996003084264643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/11/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-3344837288874912104</id><published>2007-11-26T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T13:42:14.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>L-word</title><content type='html'>I like the show L-word. I am not a lesbian nor do I think that all lesbians live like the ones on the show. I think the show is a drama filled show just like any other show. I think it is similar to The Hills, OC, and etc. I think it is funny during the reruns of Season 4 how no one wants to talk to Tina because she is straight again. They are discriminating against her even though she was straight at first. I think that the scene the other night was hilarious when Tina and Bette are fighting over Angelica's school even though she still has a pacifier. Bette is a perfectionist, artist, strong-willed, and she believes that ivy league begins with pre-k. I kinda feel that way also. Tina thinks that the biggest thing to worry about is how close the school is to her house. WOW. I love 2 of the new characters on the show Papi and Tasha who are best friends but are very different. Tasha is a beautiful Black woman who plays a captain in the national guard who still believes in tradition. I love the fact that the newest Black character on the show is a positive look for Black women because Bette's older sister played by Pam Grier is not. She plays a recovering musician who messed with alcohol and drugs. She is just now really getting on her feet in the 4th season of the show. Bette on the other hand is constantly having a identity crisis because she is Black and White. Tasha is great....other than a few parts. Papi on the other hand is a true character. She is very stereotypical of a latin person. She has the nickname Papi, she speaks very fast, and she has different values of others. I love how she is trifling for the most part but always tries to have Tasha's back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-3344837288874912104?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/3344837288874912104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=3344837288874912104&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/3344837288874912104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/3344837288874912104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/11/l-word.html' title='L-word'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-415149560424568378</id><published>2007-11-21T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T13:01:30.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>-Waking me up this morning after only having 2 hours if that&lt;br /&gt;-A Celebration that allowed me to see that I have grown up and matured&lt;br /&gt;-For cheating so that I would leave you alone and do better because you are not the one&lt;br /&gt;-You read my text and email even though you are being stubborn&lt;br /&gt;-We have more in common than our names&lt;br /&gt;-Formula 5o Vitamin water (I LOVE IT)&lt;br /&gt;-You think I can learn French while in law school so I can study abroad in Paris&lt;br /&gt;-The sales lady said I was really HOT &lt;br /&gt;-You wish your girlfriend was like me&lt;br /&gt;-My aunt looks forward to seeing me on Thursday&lt;br /&gt;-A guy told me that he would turn straight for a day with me&lt;br /&gt;-I miss you....yes I am thankful for it because it means I can have feelings for you&lt;br /&gt;-Jill Scott album.....baby, are you happy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-415149560424568378?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/415149560424568378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=415149560424568378&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/415149560424568378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/415149560424568378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-4389374591931201814</id><published>2007-11-19T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T11:14:37.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music I am loving</title><content type='html'>-Emily King "Walk in my shoes"&lt;br /&gt;-Adrian Hood "Brown Eyed Blues"&lt;br /&gt;-Marques Houston "Circles"&lt;br /&gt;-Neyo "Gotta Make It Work"&lt;br /&gt;-Brian McKnight "What we do here"&lt;br /&gt;-Jill Scott "My Love"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-4389374591931201814?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/4389374591931201814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=4389374591931201814&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/4389374591931201814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/4389374591931201814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/11/music-i-am-loving.html' title='Music I am loving'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-3659135735172359409</id><published>2007-11-19T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T11:35:25.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No music No life&lt;br /&gt;Without music I have nothing&lt;br /&gt;I eat, sleep, dream music&lt;br /&gt;Music gives me the courage and words to express how I feel&lt;br /&gt;I describe betrayal by singing "As we lay"&lt;br /&gt;I describe my crush by singing "Don't know if you got a girl..."&lt;br /&gt;When I miss you I sing "Miss you Miss you Miss you...."&lt;br /&gt;I can go on and on&lt;br /&gt;Music is my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-3659135735172359409?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/3659135735172359409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=3659135735172359409&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/3659135735172359409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/3659135735172359409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-music-no-life-without-music-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-6682384633748835337</id><published>2007-11-18T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T22:10:51.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't take it anymore....</title><content type='html'>As I sit here watching the American Music Awards I have made my mind up....I AM SICK OF BEYONCE. Marketing is the way to stay around forever along with talent but she is doing too much in a small amount of time. The Beyonce phone, American Express commercials, and Armani Exchange commercials its all happening in less than 3 months it seems. She tried to cover Jill Scott's He loves me and fucked it up and now wants to do Aaliyah's One in a Million. Leave good music alone. Beyonce's hair is too blonde and is so fake! Be real with yourself and others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-6682384633748835337?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/6682384633748835337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=6682384633748835337&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/6682384633748835337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/6682384633748835337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/11/cant-take-it-anymore.html' title='Can&apos;t take it anymore....'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-6435148059135582805</id><published>2007-11-16T17:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T17:47:55.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>N-word=Nice</title><content type='html'>N-word is so controversial yet I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;Which word is it?&lt;br /&gt;Negro&lt;br /&gt;Nasty&lt;br /&gt;Negroid&lt;br /&gt;Negativity&lt;br /&gt;Nig&lt;br /&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;Nigga&lt;br /&gt;Never&lt;br /&gt;Nigger&lt;br /&gt;Naughty&lt;br /&gt;Nice&lt;br /&gt;Neutral&lt;br /&gt;Normal&lt;br /&gt;Natural&lt;br /&gt;Native&lt;br /&gt;In one way or another these have all been controversial yet there are so many more words that bring pain to me, start violence over, and make me shed tears.&lt;br /&gt;Bush&lt;br /&gt;War&lt;br /&gt;Death&lt;br /&gt;Narcotics&lt;br /&gt;Reagan&lt;br /&gt;Murder&lt;br /&gt;Injustice&lt;br /&gt;Brutality&lt;br /&gt;Illiteracy&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-6435148059135582805?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/6435148059135582805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=6435148059135582805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/6435148059135582805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/6435148059135582805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/11/n-wordnice.html' title='N-word=Nice'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-2624992990400969329</id><published>2007-11-15T16:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T16:25:34.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 59 degrees</title><content type='html'>Why do you have on flip flops?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have on shorts?&lt;br /&gt;Why is your hair wet?&lt;br /&gt;Mini-skirt?&lt;br /&gt;tank top?&lt;br /&gt;sleeveless shirt?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? &lt;br /&gt;Pneumonia?&lt;br /&gt;Cold?&lt;br /&gt;Flu?&lt;br /&gt;Take precautions and stop being an idiot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-2624992990400969329?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/2624992990400969329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=2624992990400969329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/2624992990400969329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/2624992990400969329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-59-degrees.html' title='It&apos;s 59 degrees'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-5524355790932488095</id><published>2007-11-15T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T22:26:25.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful For</title><content type='html'>-Knowing that you do miss us &lt;br /&gt;-Walmart trips at midnight! Organic nonfat milk is a must!&lt;br /&gt;-Co-workers that understand my pain of a travel reimbursement for a Marriott in Cairo...yes Egypt!&lt;br /&gt;-I was the first to know the bad news and the first to make it sound better&lt;br /&gt;-Next Tuesday's party&lt;br /&gt;-That you have learned not to cry about everything&lt;br /&gt;-I will be with my Neyo next month because I am F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S!!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;-My grandparents are still here for me&lt;br /&gt;-The baby kicks another girl for the Jones fam.&lt;br /&gt;-I make you smile when I sing&lt;br /&gt;-You always speak&lt;br /&gt;-Hurt feelings don't last forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-5524355790932488095?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/5524355790932488095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=5524355790932488095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/5524355790932488095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/5524355790932488095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/11/thankful-for_15.html' title='Thankful For'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-3427422960162317806</id><published>2007-11-11T11:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T11:22:43.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finito</title><content type='html'>I watched "In Too Deep" one of my favorite movies and Nia Long made so much sense to me. She told Omar Epps "Just because two people love each other does not mean they should be together!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love you "Larry Doby" but I am through with feeling as if everything was my fault. You told me at one time that I was not fighting for us but at the end I was the contender and you were on the side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-3427422960162317806?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/3427422960162317806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=3427422960162317806&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/3427422960162317806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/3427422960162317806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/11/finito.html' title='Finito'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-4133413945768822927</id><published>2007-11-08T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T14:16:08.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am just so blah today like the weather. I am so tired of these files. Some people are getting on my nerves and others are just blah too! What to eat for lunch?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-4133413945768822927?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/4133413945768822927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=4133413945768822927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/4133413945768822927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/4133413945768822927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-just-so-blah-today-like-weather.html' title=''/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-7501622052191734036</id><published>2007-11-07T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T16:11:34.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for</title><content type='html'>* A great time last night..."We not going to San Antonio"&lt;br /&gt;* I was the first to know about your relationship&lt;br /&gt;* The great advice you have been giving me&lt;br /&gt;* I am a Fighter...love "The Game"&lt;br /&gt;* My boss trusts me with over 200 accounts&lt;br /&gt;* My hs told me that I was a glam chick and that she is happy I'm her daughter's mentor.&lt;br /&gt;* I have learned to appreciate natural nails&lt;br /&gt;* This past weekend...my drink and my 2 step&lt;br /&gt;* That guy I met J who bought all my drinks&lt;br /&gt;* You care even though we are not together anymore&lt;br /&gt;* The suggestions on law schools because you think I am hot and need a hot law school too!&lt;br /&gt;* He called to say thanks instead of texting&lt;br /&gt;* My truck will be here in less than a month!&lt;br /&gt;* Someone trying to steal me away from my job for a similar one.&lt;br /&gt;* You call me Miss Street and you asked about me today.&lt;br /&gt;* You apologized for having to work during my birthday weekend and for your friend being a little boy instead of strong man.&lt;br /&gt;* You still have your dreads and wear them in a very nice manner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-7501622052191734036?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/7501622052191734036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=7501622052191734036&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/7501622052191734036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/7501622052191734036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/11/thankful-for.html' title='Thankful for'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-7472723471692084661</id><published>2007-11-05T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T10:45:12.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Letter to the Secret Couple</title><content type='html'>I see you all 5 times a week &lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but the jealousy has got to end&lt;br /&gt;I stand there and watch you smile and wink at me while your lover gets mad&lt;br /&gt;Stop using me in order to make the other jealous.&lt;br /&gt;I am not attracted to anyone involved in your relationship&lt;br /&gt;You mad because she gets text messages at 7am &lt;br /&gt;She mad because you decide to sit next to me instead of her&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that you wear sunglasses before the sun comes out?&lt;br /&gt;Are you trying to make it seem like you are looking elsewhere when your eyes are only for her?&lt;br /&gt;Please stop putting me in the middle of your drama. &lt;br /&gt;I know you all are a couple and I don't care&lt;br /&gt;Whatever makes you happy is fine but do know that I am not trying to be the home wrecker.&lt;br /&gt;I know she walks you to class and still don't care&lt;br /&gt;You see I am in my own relationship and he thinks its funny because our relationship is secretive too but there are no jealousy games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-7472723471692084661?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/7472723471692084661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=7472723471692084661&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/7472723471692084661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/7472723471692084661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/11/open-letter-to-secret-couple.html' title='Open Letter to the Secret Couple'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-5031945134291548350</id><published>2007-10-31T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T23:39:28.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Thankful for</title><content type='html'>-my great weekend&lt;br /&gt;-Lauren a girl's best friend&lt;br /&gt;-the text message that shows you do care&lt;br /&gt;-the proposed dinner for us &lt;br /&gt;-the surprise visit and lunch&lt;br /&gt;-the look of seriousness when I stated my status&lt;br /&gt;-when you saw the wings tattoo you thought he was my future&lt;br /&gt;-I didn't have to make an emergency trip to Alabama&lt;br /&gt;-you liking my condo&lt;br /&gt;-that I live in a condo&lt;br /&gt;-the free lunch today&lt;br /&gt;-my plans for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;-that hug that made me know it will be fixed&lt;br /&gt;-the realization that I am not a woman of steel and I have a heart&lt;br /&gt;-the fact I am an important somebody to you and sometimes more important than others&lt;br /&gt;-the epiphany that I do love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-5031945134291548350?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/5031945134291548350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=5031945134291548350&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/5031945134291548350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/5031945134291548350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-thankful-for.html' title='I Am Thankful for'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-2089508825755066334</id><published>2007-10-29T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T22:22:01.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>he cares</title><content type='html'>I kinda just got out of a relationship but I am not really out. I thought it was a clean cut and all was good but after some reflection on the men in my life that are not family I see its not that easy. I was with someone that I actually could see myself living the rest of my life with. When I broke it off I didn't think of his feelings and  after hearing some people talk about their trifling dudes I realized I had a good man. My friend asked me if he was a wolf in sheeps clothing and I told her he is a good man that just stopped giving me what I needed. After saying that I realized that I never thought about why he stopped or if I had stopped giving him what he needed. After more thought I decided to test the waters and see if he would respond to a text (yes a text gotta take baby steps) and he did. Basically he cares alot and I had hurt him. Miscommunication was the problem but maybe that can be worked out. Don't let something go unless you have a good reason to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-2089508825755066334?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/2089508825755066334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=2089508825755066334&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/2089508825755066334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/2089508825755066334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/10/he-cares.html' title='he cares'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-5312904078460294025</id><published>2007-10-29T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T10:14:52.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Bday Celebration</title><content type='html'>I have a great weekend. My best friend Lauren came down from the H on Saturday and it was great. We went shopping and yes I bought many things. I am currently wearing a new pair of Aldo shoes....I love them! Shout out to Eddie, my former CSL at Express who is now a manager at Aldo. We had a lovely dinner at Pappasitos and due to some great news we will be taking a trip to Birmingham, Alabama late Spring!!!! I had a great time and was very happy that Lauren had a great time too. She is the best. She makes me step up my game because she is seriously on her grown woman. Kim had a great trip too and that is part of the reason we are going to Bama. Shout out to the angel wing guy and dragon guy....we will meet soon-lol. The one thing that I knew I wanted for my birthday I received from LH and I am so excited to wear it. I wish we could have made it to the movies but since its okay we didn't because I got 3 pair of shoes, hella comfortable pj pants, sweat shorts, and some eyeshadows. I am glad that I had a good time. Now I am back at work and stylin in my new shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-5312904078460294025?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/5312904078460294025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=5312904078460294025&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/5312904078460294025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/5312904078460294025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/10/post-bday-celebration.html' title='Post Bday Celebration'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-7168138910860709574</id><published>2007-10-24T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T22:00:40.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>I am thankful that......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom came to have dinner with me for my birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made it another year...I am 22!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that love can be simple and not strenuous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not settling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to lunch and you told me you missed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even when things are great you always remind me that you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you hug me we linger until we have to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have someone to talk to who is older but not a mother figure more of a big sister...who encouraged me to be a blogger...thanks AW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the piece that forming in my head "I need you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner last night went well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the acknowledgment times 3 for my birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the voice mail that said I was 77 now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fact that I admitted I'm scared&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-7168138910860709574?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/7168138910860709574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=7168138910860709574&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/7168138910860709574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/7168138910860709574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/10/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-367073468518538821</id><published>2007-10-22T23:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T23:30:40.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Off My Chest</title><content type='html'>It is 10:22 on 10/22 and I have turn 22 yet its not how I planned it. I thought we were going to be here together celebrating yet we not. You are no where to be found and I feel that the good times have been had. Remember watching the sun come up, remember missing class, remember the special weekend in Houston. I guess our trip to New York is out but its okay. I am still determined to make it and I wish you the best. Whatever girl you end up with...I hope she understands Larry Doby, gangsta, jigga, lacoste, and that special cough, and the sleeping habits. You said you loved me and now I wonder what was your reason for telling me if you knew this wasn't going to last. I don't know what is really going to happen...I mean are superwoman and superman really demolished?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-367073468518538821?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/367073468518538821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=367073468518538821&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/367073468518538821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/367073468518538821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/10/off-my-chest.html' title='Off My Chest'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-3372630418551465033</id><published>2007-10-22T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T23:21:24.999-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She Say She 22!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is my birthday!!!!! I am so excited to be 22! I am gaining years in age but also maturity. I am learning many different things and so I am thankful for many different aspects of my life. My boss baked me a cake. Kim bought me mini cupcakes. I got a phone call that was great. Today it was cold and I loved it!!! I loved the weather but of course it reminded me that I had no one to cuddle with except thick floor pillows and a lovely blanket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-3372630418551465033?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/3372630418551465033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=3372630418551465033&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/3372630418551465033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/3372630418551465033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/10/she-say-she-22.html' title='She Say She 22!!!!!!!'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-1884055447545422057</id><published>2007-10-19T12:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T12:32:46.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why</title><content type='html'>Why is that whenever I have set myself up to be mad at someone they always turn around and make me happy? My best friend had not been returning my phone calls and text and therefore I sent him a message that said...I am so mad at you. He replies a day or so later with I still love you which always melts my anger away. My dude is the same way because since I don't see him on a constant basis I expect certain things yet he is not always meeting my expectations but then when he calls and tells me how he is missing me I can't stay mad. Damn! I need to learn how to stay mad....if not they will always get their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood&lt;br /&gt;I am not feeling blah today. I am actually feeling pretty good. Last night I redesigned my room and put all my stuff away. I am so excited because I am going to come up with a design soon and it will be very much fabulous. My best Lauren is coming to see me next weekend and I am SOOOO excited because she understands many things about me that other female friends don't. I have known her since I was in 7th grade so we know a lot about each other and we both grew up the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Activities&lt;br /&gt;My mother and grandma are taking me to dinner Sunday night which is a tradition since I was born in Germany and my birthday would be Sunday night. I will be turning 22! Yes I know I am just a baby but don't let the age fool you...i am tired of games and I am working to keep myself upgraded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-1884055447545422057?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/1884055447545422057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=1884055447545422057&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/1884055447545422057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/1884055447545422057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/10/why.html' title='Why'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-3051852989692210140</id><published>2007-10-18T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T10:49:39.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hating When You Leave</title><content type='html'>I don't want to see you go&lt;br /&gt;I hate when you leave &lt;br /&gt;Every time you walk out the door I feel as if I'm losing&lt;br /&gt;When we prepare to restart our separate lives a tear always falls while I tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Don't leave me boy...please stay with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can never leave without a kiss but even then no one wants to move&lt;br /&gt;I need you babe I need you &lt;br /&gt;When you say things like that I know its gonna be a few more hours before you leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Is it the way you love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its more than that its the way you complete me&lt;br /&gt;I am good while you are gone but even better when you come back&lt;br /&gt;That goodbye kiss always reminds me that&lt;br /&gt;Kissing you is all that I think of because you are&lt;br /&gt;my soul mate my love my one to be with throughout time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Please note that all work, written and/or implied that appear on this website are original ideas expressed by the author and are protected by copyright. © T.A. Street, 2007. Star named Mocha publishing. all rights reserved.**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-3051852989692210140?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/3051852989692210140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=3051852989692210140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/3051852989692210140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/3051852989692210140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/10/hating-when-you-leave.html' title='Hating When You Leave'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-3875341032082784462</id><published>2007-10-18T10:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T10:28:58.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Distance</title><content type='html'>I live in Austin, Texas and I feel as if there are no men here for me. The few I have been interested in are here from other places and ended up here for school or work. the guy that I am most interested in at the current time...known as "my dude" doesn't live here but will soon. Therefore it is a long distance relationship. When he is with me I have a great time until I remember that he is about to leave. We have discuss the distance many times but we still don't want to be without each other. What to do? I am missing him like crazy right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-3875341032082784462?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/3875341032082784462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=3875341032082784462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/3875341032082784462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/3875341032082784462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/10/long-distance.html' title='Long Distance'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-69662249546235999</id><published>2007-10-17T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T11:07:36.999-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAH! but I'm still grateful</title><content type='html'>I am not sure why I feel this way but I am not happy like I usually am. My birthday is 5 days from now and I feel BLAH!!!!! The last two days the weather has been changing and I just don't know if I should wear long sleeve to work or not!!! I actually have had a lot of work to do at my job lately which keeps my mind busy but on the way in and on the way home, I have time to think about my life. My dude is ?????, my family is good, my friends are ???, and my condo is still not fully decorated like I want. How should I decorate anyways? I get home and I am SOOOOO tired yet I have many things I need to do. I don't have plans for my bday and I am actually glad I don't because that means I can chill out for awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my best friend Lauren. I know we all grow up and do our grown up thing but I do miss her not being so close to me. My friend Chris, a marine, is back from the IRAQ and I am so happy because he was there for 7 months. I have been his friend for so many years and I have been there through the whole marine process which has been 6 years and counting. I am very proud of him because he is a proud marine and soon to be husband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in awe that my grandparents have just celebrated their 51st wedding anniversary. My little cousin who is 4 ask about me all the time. My older cousin is taking the PSAT today!! She also understands that guys don't rule the world. My other cousin is out of the hospital and understands that prayer works. My mom understands how important certain things are to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have much love for my dude yet I am scared to tell him even though he has told me how he feels. My friends all know how I feel and are anxious to meet him but for once I care about screwing this up. I actually for once am happy with a guy and its been 6 months since we met and I don't have that itch to move away. Should I tell him or just wait it out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-69662249546235999?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/69662249546235999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=69662249546235999&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/69662249546235999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/69662249546235999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/10/blah-but-im-still-grateful.html' title='BLAH! but I&apos;m still grateful'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-7727876636260270791</id><published>2007-10-10T21:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T22:03:03.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grown and Sexy</title><content type='html'>I have been at my job for a few weeks now and I am starting to see that I am really doing my grown woman thing. I got my job and my place to stay. My car and my man. My friends are GREAT! I love how they are there for me. My girls are like my sisters and my guys are the big brothers that all girls need in life. I am getting my grown woman on and doing lunch. I am glad that I have so much love. My biological family is supporting so much. My grandparents just had there 51st anniversary and the love is so beautiful. Thanks for the magazine subscriptions!!!!! Talk to you all later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-7727876636260270791?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/7727876636260270791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=7727876636260270791&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/7727876636260270791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/7727876636260270791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/10/grown-and-sexy.html' title='Grown and Sexy'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-110293760032345523</id><published>2007-09-27T17:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T17:49:24.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Routine</title><content type='html'>I am finally getting into a routine. I am up from 6am to 11pm and I cook breakfast and dinner. I eat lunch at work but I am going to work on that too! At work, I am learning my responsibilities so everything is moving on well.. I will be moving furniture into my place this weekend hopefully. I am sooooo excited to be able to put it all together. I opened my personal mail box for the first time yesterday...how great? I also got a phone call that made me sleep better. Thanks it was good to hear your voice too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-110293760032345523?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/110293760032345523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=110293760032345523&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/110293760032345523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/110293760032345523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/09/routine.html' title='Routine'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-7782662607722169737</id><published>2007-09-25T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T12:42:49.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast with Gucci Mane</title><content type='html'>I started this morning off with a bang! I listened to my new favorite song Gucci Mane "Freaky Girl" with Ludacris on it and then I cooked breakfast. I cooked bacon and eggs but maybe tomorrow I will cook a bigger breakfast. I think tonight I am going to cook cabbage, pot roast, with potatoes and stuff. I was finally appointed at work which means I get to do my actual job. I have already done my first bill. Things are getting better already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-7782662607722169737?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/7782662607722169737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=7782662607722169737&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/7782662607722169737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/7782662607722169737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/09/breakfast-with-gucci-mane.html' title='Breakfast with Gucci Mane'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-4663423782564914010</id><published>2007-09-24T16:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T16:42:35.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Place in Life</title><content type='html'>As of today, I have a new job, a new place, and a new guy. I am working my first full time position and today I signed up for my insurance "gotta love the benefits." I just moved into a condo and I AM IN LOVE! Tonight I am probably going to cook pork chops and cabbage and rice! I met a guy back in April name TF and he is GREAT! He understands me and even when he should be mad he isn't. I've decided to let my hair grow out because it has been awhile since I have had long hair. I tried microbraids for the FIRST TIME EVER which included having weave in my hair for the first time too! Not sure that I will get those type of braids again but who knows what might be next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-4663423782564914010?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/4663423782564914010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=4663423782564914010&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/4663423782564914010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/4663423782564914010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-place-in-life.html' title='A New Place in Life'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-2153810871260667759</id><published>2006-12-20T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T10:30:07.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Wednesday</title><content type='html'>I am currently in a very loving mood because of certain people in my life. Miss. Em- my niece is a beautiful 8 month old that I love more than my shoe collection which anyone that knows me knows that is serious. She is so young but has so much to give. Yul- I don't even know how to describe you.....we should probably discuss that! Yul, the guy that can change my mood from anxious to happy to relax from sad to excited to adventurous. I don't know what will happen but I got you...you are marked for life by me...you already know! Amber is in town today!!!!!!!! I love my girls: Kim, Kenya, Amber, Lauren, Tiff, Marcella, Michelle, Terry, Erica...and my other loves: My Thursday night clubbing partner- we have so much fun together. As I listen to music- I just remember different things that I care to express at different times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jill Scott-Way You Love Me, J. Fox-Wedding Day, Janet Jackson-Come Back to ME, Tony Toni Tone- Lay Your Head on My Pillow, Whitney Houston-You Give Good Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a guy and I felt like their was a connection but I'm not in an place in life where there could be anything with him so I wrote a piece about the many times that I ave been in situations like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Next Lifetime"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see you in the next lifetime&lt;br /&gt;hopefully that is tomorrow, or in a few hours&lt;br /&gt;because I feel you calling me&lt;br /&gt;From your song lyrics to your body &lt;br /&gt;Next lifetime please begin&lt;br /&gt;I can't have you right now but oh please&lt;br /&gt;let another lifetime start within a week&lt;br /&gt;I want to know so many things&lt;br /&gt;from how you kiss to how many licks it takes for me to go pop&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it too much longer&lt;br /&gt;Next lifetime please hurry because I am in need of an explosion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Please note that all work, written and/or implied that appear on this website are original ideas expressed by the author and are protected by copyright. © T.A. Street, 2006. Star named Mocha publishing. all rights reserved.**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-2153810871260667759?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/2153810871260667759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=2153810871260667759&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/2153810871260667759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/2153810871260667759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-wednesday.html' title='It&apos;s Wednesday'/><author><name>T. Street</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487562314646606205.post-3891422805639044825</id><published>2006-12-20T04:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T04:38:25.691-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intro'/><title type='text'>New to This</title><content type='html'>What it do? This is TieAnn and I am new to the blogger site. I am starting this blog to encourage my growth and as advice from Angel to get criticism on my poetry pieces. There are many different aspects of me that will be shown through this site....just get ready....cuz I'm FLY but also Militant...you will see....Ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.codemyspace.com/gifs/" target=new&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.piczo.com/img/i73990140_62862.gif" border=0 alt="Get Gifs at CodemySpace.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487562314646606205-3891422805639044825?l=tieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/feeds/3891422805639044825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487562314646606205&amp;postID=3891422805639044825&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/3891422805639044825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487562314646606205/posts/default/3891422805639044825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tieann.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-to-this.html' title='New to This'/><author><name>T. 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