<?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-10243318</id><updated>2011-07-25T08:56:24.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things you wanted to say but couldn't</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a free for all. Say what you want to say and dont care who reads it. No holds barred posts. Go for it: Be Real Ignorant!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignant.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10243318/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignant.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dat.damn.Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697461902552789798</uri><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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10243318.post-110787273671632657</id><published>2005-02-08T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T06:25:36.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who the hell are u?</title><content type='html'>Who the hell are u? Why are u calling me at gotdam 2:30 in the morning. And from a gotdamn private number. The only reason i answered the phone was because i thought it was proud rican.  While my brain slowly processed the fact that i didn't know who the hell u were, u proceeded to ask me a bunch of questions that god only knows what answer i gave, and ya mans that got on the phone talking about i gave him my number at a party can go suck a dick for all i care, cuz i damn sure didn't give anybody my number. i'm mad he got offended that i didn't remember him, who the fuck are u? why the hell are u calling me? I hung up but i don't remember at what point and i think somebody might have been talking...oh well fuck u, i wish u had called me from ur number...fcking loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell are u? NO i don't remember you from anywhere. I have not seen you before in my entire life. Your comment about how I could forget the man of my dreams is unnecessary and i know that ur lying about  knowing me because then you proceed to ask me what part of  jersey i'm from, if i knew u and u know me, then u know where i'm from...right.  Get out of my  gotdamn face, ya'll trifling ass mufuckas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next negro/negress that asks me if i remember them is gonna get the business. No i don't remember u, no i don't care about u, fuck u, suck a dick, and have a nice life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10243318-110787273671632657?l=ignant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignant.blogspot.com/feeds/110787273671632657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10243318&amp;postID=110787273671632657' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10243318/posts/default/110787273671632657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10243318/posts/default/110787273671632657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignant.blogspot.com/2005/02/who-hell-are-u.html' title='Who the hell are u?'/><author><name>dat.damn.Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697461902552789798</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10243318.post-110727542478805495</id><published>2005-02-01T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T08:30:24.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some People Deserve to Get Beat Up</title><content type='html'>Have you ever seen a fight where someone just gets the shit beat out of them? Well I have and every once and a while I think there needs to be more fights in the world. Today I'm going to speak on why some people deserve to get beat the fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REASONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you annoy someone purposely because you think the person is going to do nothing to you, that person deserves to slap you in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you literally touch someone and think they not going to hit you back, you deserve for that person to stomp the shit out of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you eat or drinks someone's stuff and you know they do not share, that person deserves to double pimp slap you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you talk madd shit about a person and can't back it up; you did it to yourself... yes the person may just beat you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you lie on a person to make them seem like a bad person, I hope the person drop kicks you in the worst way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If a person warns you to stop doing something and you keep doing it; once again... you get the karate chop in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. This one is for the guys: if you LIE ON UR DICK... I hope someone kicks you in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you steal something from someone, and the person finds out... just go ahead and run because yes... you will get beat up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you walk in on your b/f or g/f... and they are fucking someone else... YOU BEAT THEM BOTH UP... OR CUT THEM BOTH. Whatever makes you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If someone gives you an STD... kill the son of a bitch. fuck the beating up... just kill them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have only stated 10 reasons even though there are many more. If anyone has done one of these things to you... GO BEAT THEM THE FUCK UP! By the way, I wrote this because im contemplating karate chopping someone in the face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10243318-110727542478805495?l=ignant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignant.blogspot.com/feeds/110727542478805495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10243318&amp;postID=110727542478805495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10243318/posts/default/110727542478805495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10243318/posts/default/110727542478805495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignant.blogspot.com/2005/02/some-people-deserve-to-get-beat-up.html' title='Some People Deserve to Get Beat Up'/><author><name>reckless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00719814212757986712</uri><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-10243318.post-110678242444740803</id><published>2005-01-26T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T15:33:44.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roommates: WHO CREATED THEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today I am having a really bad day. It started off by me waking up and seeing that my roommate was still sleeping in her bed. I do not know why but I immediately got angry as hell. First of all I'm not used to her being here as much so all the "me" time I had before is starting to disappear. Now we all know when dealing with a person such as myself I need some personal "me" time. I think its about time she got it together and learned that we are much better off when she is not here when I'm here. It just works out better that way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another thing I really hate is for someone to ask me for my food. I happen to be really busy this semester so I rarely have time to eat during the day. What would give her the nerve to ask me for my food that I bought for myself just so that I would have food to eat. As a matter of fact she never even offers to give me any food unless its somethin that she knows that I do not eat. This is just getting a little bit out of hand. Not to mention the only thing that she buys that goes in the fridge is .... (yes barely anything and especially nothing that includes chewing cuz she don't buy food just drinks that she opens and drinks out of and puts it in there for later). Now me on the other hand, I buy food most of the time, mainly because I need things to grab and go throughout the day. Why does she volunteer herself to my shit or even ask when she knows she never buys shit. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thennnnnnnnn another thing that's really starting to bug the shit outta me is my toothpaste. I have this new thing that I'm tryin to regulate with my teeth. They are really sensitive so I am trying to deal with new toothpaste. Can I use my own fuckin tooth paste and can you buy your own fuckin tooth paste. Im tired of sharing im tired of being nice because as a matter of fact... She never buys the shit and I bet you she would walk around with a stinky ass mouth or squeeze the tube till the plastic came out if I didn't buy the damn toothpaste. You know for a minute I thought maybe she is just this broke. Then I got realistic, she buys any fuckin thing she wants at any time she wants if she wants it. Then on top of that I happen to be in a routine when I do certain things. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know like how you watch TV, when you watch TV, and what you watch on TV. If I am used to watchin the soap operas between classes just fuckin deal with it... Especially if its my gotdamn TV! So yes im a bit pissed today and I hate goin to boring class but in order for me to not flip the fuck out, I go to class to keep from hurting her feelings because she playin the whole "your mean and rude" card with me but you know what after a while im not going to care and im going to fuckin flip the hell out... thats if I dont flip out today! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So having said all that lets go to the shape of this room. Now I'll admit my side gets a bit messy during the week. I think I have a reason being that I am taking 18 credits and I work 2 jobs while at the same time doing Sorority stuff that takes a lot of time to do. Her on the other hand sits in the bed and watches TV till she finds out which internship she is going to take. So that means, yes you all guessed it, she got some free days. Please tell me why the room is not vacuumed after I asked her to because I knew I wasn't going to have the time. Please tell me why she hasn't cleaned the bathroom 1 time during the whole year. Please someone please tell me why the garbage has to be flowing over for her to look at it and then she still might not take it out. Not only that please tell me why her side looks like trash on a regular basis unless someone is coming over then she might just pick up a few things here or there. Yes this bothers the fuck outta me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trust me there are plenty of more things that I can state about this on going problem but let me first start off by thinking of a few things that will help me to calm down and not choke the shit out of her:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. I can write a list of things that belong to me and say DO NOT TOUCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. I can sit down and tell her how I feel (I don't know if this will work for the simple fact that im the "meanest person ever")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. I can ignore all of this and just get more angry till I choke her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. I can complain to my ra (that will help nothing because we have known each other since freshman year)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. I can have my friends come in and act completely rude to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. I can ignore her for the rest of the semester and not talk to her ever again while making her life miserable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;*** Now eventually I know someone is going to show this to her and at this point in time and probably I really just dont care. Its how i feel, how i look at things, and it remains this way until something changes. ( yea it dont look like there will be change anytime soon)***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10243318-110678242444740803?l=ignant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignant.blogspot.com/feeds/110678242444740803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10243318&amp;postID=110678242444740803' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10243318/posts/default/110678242444740803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10243318/posts/default/110678242444740803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignant.blogspot.com/2005/01/roommates-who-created-them.html' title='Roommates: WHO CREATED THEM'/><author><name>reckless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00719814212757986712</uri><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-10243318.post-110645209510285462</id><published>2005-01-22T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T19:48:15.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut the F*ck Up</title><content type='html'>No thank you and &lt;strong&gt;shut the fuck up&lt;/strong&gt;.   So I had my orientation for my community health clinical on Thursday and I'd just like to say &lt;strong&gt;shut the fuck up&lt;/strong&gt; to the lady who talked for 45 minutes thereby making the orientation that much longer than it needed to be.  &lt;strong&gt;Shut the fuck up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone only had 15mins but you felt the need to take 45mins, why couldn't u just&lt;strong&gt; shut the fuck up.  &lt;/strong&gt;You talked on and on about pointless shit that we're not going to remember and when u asked us if we had any questions and nobody said anything, you should have taken that as ur cue to &lt;strong&gt;shut the fuck up&lt;/strong&gt;. But no, upon realizing that no one cared about what you were saying you decided to change the topic of conversation to one that we cared even less about.   I know you saw the looks of utter boredom and confusion on our faces, somehow i think you mistook that for interest. *smh* (hey i used it right...).  Why did you keep talking, i kept looking at the clock and then looking back at you, was that not enough of a hint for u to &lt;strong&gt;shut the fuck up? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you were talking I just wanted to end everybody's torture and scream for you to &lt;strong&gt;shut the fuck up. &lt;/strong&gt;What's worse is that you had three annoying moles on your face and i just couldn't concentrate as I played tic-tac-toe with your moles.  Yuck, i really wished you had just &lt;strong&gt;shut the fuck up&lt;/strong&gt; cuz you made me miss my phone call from my proud rican.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10243318-110645209510285462?l=ignant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignant.blogspot.com/feeds/110645209510285462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10243318&amp;postID=110645209510285462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10243318/posts/default/110645209510285462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10243318/posts/default/110645209510285462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignant.blogspot.com/2005/01/shut-fck-up.html' title='Shut the F*ck Up'/><author><name>dat.damn.Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697461902552789798</uri><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-10243318.post-110611067593002206</id><published>2005-01-18T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T21:38:01.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK YALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This is my second time doing this post because the first time it just got lost. Let's try this again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;When I was little I used to always want to tell people how i felt about them, but the fear of my parents wouldnt let me. So now i feel as if there are a lot of people that I would just like to say FUCK YOU to. No worries though people... I will list no governments however if someone figures out who you are I DONT GIVE A DAMN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;1. I really dislike you. You are so fuckin phony. You are a "in the dark whore". The way you walk around acting like the world is yours is sickening. You are a sorry excuse for a female. Go somewhere and grow a fuckin dick. Thats what you really want. You are the biggest air head i have ever met. I cant be around you, you make me sick. Learn how to come down out the clouds and be normal for a change or anything remotely close to you. for you i have a real big FUCK YOU AND DIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;2. You are not god's gift to women. As a matter of fact most people dont know you are a dirty dick fucker who beats on women and borrow your friend's clothing. Too bad they sweat you at first, then they get the itchies. Why would you do that to women. God is really going to punish you one day and you are gonna wake up and your dick will just fall the fuck off. Grow up. Go to the doctor. get something for that shit. I really dont like you and FUCK YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;3. You are one of the corniest mofo's i ever met in my life. Your frat aint shit and one day someone will really tell you the truth about it. Stop walking around like you the shit. People are lying to you in your face and laughing at you behind your back. You are the lowest peon i ever met in my life. FUCK YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;4. You fucking slut... You are a nasty ass bitch. What the fuck were u thinking. Niggas gonna tell on you we all know your business. Not only that you got a big ass mouth. Someone needs to reinforce to you that the things you do are just not cool. A niggas girl should just beat you the fuck up. Just stomp all over your face. It might even do you some justice. Dont ever speak to me as if we cool. I dont even like you so leave me the fuck alone... U skank we aint friends FUCK YOU OVER AND OVER WIT A DIRTY ASS DICK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;5. I really dislike professors who make your life harder than what it really should be. You sorry ass muthafucker. I would have rather had an F instead of a D. You did it because you knew I would have to take your arrogant ass over any damn way. No wonder your wife left you and took the kid. You are an asshole and you prolly have the smallest dick that God ever created. I hope someone hits you with a fucking car. You sick bastard. How come you keep making jokes about asians in class. That shit aint funny. We do have asians in our class u idiot. I hate morons like you. FUCK YOU and i hope one day someone stabs you in the face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;6. I hate it when people stare at me. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT!!!!! If you got something to say then just say it. Dumb bitch. I dont care if you like me. just stop looking at me. FUCK YOU i hope someone pokes your fucking eyes out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;7. I love that you think so much of me that you talk about me behind my back. At least i know im the topic of discussion in your life. Yo get a fucking life. Didnt your moma raise u better. The only reason you talk about me is because you envy me. You wish you were in my shoes. Maybe one day ill teach you to be more like me. then again you dont even deserve it. FUCK YOU someone needs to cut your tongue out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;8. I may take this one back eventually but as for right now you are the shadiest person ever. How you gonna be so close to me and lie about the simplest things. I thought you knew better. Then after I get mad you get confused... Nigga wake the fuck up. You are a cool individual but you betta learn that lies get you nowhere in life. I let you in my inner circle and now im seriously thinking of pushing you out. For lying your punishment is a very well and good FUCK YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;9. You are the bug eyed person that I hate having class with. Yo learn that when its time to go you do not ask questions. Shut your fucking mouth. Yo should be sittin there thinking about what you gonna do to that hot mess that you got on your head. Do you know that everyone in class looks at you because we all want to just beat the shit outta you. Get real and join the real world. and not to mention your voice is even fucking annoying. FUCK YOU damn suck up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;10. Oh this person is real easy. I really just wish you would grow the fuck up. Nigga i really did set you up. When will you learn to shut your mouth. It only gets you in worse shit than you were already in. I will never speak to you and we will never be cool. Stop trying. Its a lost cause. Dont leave me fuckin messages and no i do not feel sorry for you. I preferr you just keep it moving cuz thats what I do. Since when do you think it bothers me that you go around tellin people I dont like you. Its obvious. I dont talk to people i dont like. You brought it all on yourself. so again and again over and over. FUCK YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;*** Now if you think this is about you and it really is... OH WELL...and if it isnt still OH WELL. stop looking too far into things. Some people might call me mean but hey i was always taught that the truth will set you free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;*** For those of you who think i went to far. Kiss my ass I no longer care what people think. Thats what this blog is meant for. Read the Damn title you fucking losers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10243318-110611067593002206?l=ignant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignant.blogspot.com/feeds/110611067593002206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10243318&amp;postID=110611067593002206' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10243318/posts/default/110611067593002206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10243318/posts/default/110611067593002206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignant.blogspot.com/2005/01/fuck-yall.html' title='FUCK YALL'/><author><name>reckless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00719814212757986712</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10243318.post-110609788633018660</id><published>2005-01-18T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T22:58:05.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I really feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I saw this meme on someone's page, I thought it accurately described what the spirit of this blog is all about.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something about telling 11 people how u truly feel about them so here goes. This is my 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You suck. You are a worthless individual who just takes up space. There really is no reason for you to to be alive and quite frankly i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Awe, you made me glad to be a "z" lady and you had my nose wide open after a few hours. I enjoyed the time we spent together and even though ur over there in another state i'm glad that we got to know each other and shucks u threw all my stereotypes out the window and i broke so many rules for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My first love. I'll love you till the day I die and even though i often wonder what could have been i'm so very glad that we broke up because i know that i wouldn't be happy with you, knowing all that i know now. I hope you find someone special who makes you feel like a king and treats you as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You are the biggest suck-up/ass kisser i know. It's no wonder that all the teachers u've ever had hate you and the students can't stand you. While everyone else is in class trying to speed things along, here u come asking the dumbest questions known to man. You may think that you're so smart but truly nobody cares. Stop raising your hand, no we don't want to hear your pointless story, no i could care less if you don't understand something (that's what office hours are for). For the record no one believes that you have a boyfriend, we all figure that you made him up one day. And it took all my will power not to break that damn laptop that u carry around with you all the time, like u can't take notes on paper like the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You're a cool person, and i'm glad that i'm taking the time to get to know you. I hope you don't break my heart cuz imma have to key your car and throw a brick through your window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What can i say. I luv u in a non-gay way. You always make me laugh and it's because of your reckless ass that i'm more ignorant than ever. you bring out the ignorance in me. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Thank you for the love that u've given me and encouragment throughout the years. It was only because of you that I was able to make it this far. May 2005 i can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Back in high school i sat behind you in history class. You made me want to throw up. You smelled so bad and i could see your dandruff on your white t-shirt. Even though it was always cold outside you never wore a jacket and I couldn't understand how your parents let you out the house smelling like that. Did you ever brush your teeth, i mean just once, how about a shower?...no i didn't think so. I often wondered about this and i hated it everytime you had to turn around to pass papers back. I think quite possibly u came from a dirty family. Yeah that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What can I say.  I never really used to hang out with you but i'm so glad i did, cuz i found out that you're just as mean as the rest of us. Your fish are so cute and you love stuffed animals just as much as me.  We need to go to a strip club, you owe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You used to be my buddy, we used to make fun of people together all the time. Remember "the tooth" and "magic dog". Why did you have to move away and hook up with them other folks? And now we don't even talk any more. I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I hope that the next time i see you i'm not in my car, cuz i'd be tempted to run you over. I don't know why I don't like you, i just don't. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10243318-110609788633018660?l=ignant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignant.blogspot.com/feeds/110609788633018660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10243318&amp;postID=110609788633018660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10243318/posts/default/110609788633018660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10243318/posts/default/110609788633018660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignant.blogspot.com/2005/01/how-i-really-feel.html' title='How I really feel'/><author><name>dat.damn.Josie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697461902552789798</uri><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></feed>
