<?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-3336957428487297273</id><updated>2011-11-18T15:56:44.339-08:00</updated><category term='Amy Winehouse'/><category term='wheat allergy'/><category term='Mr. and Mrs. Smith'/><category term='Emo'/><category term='Evan'/><category term='Roll Bounce'/><category term='sad'/><category term='JD'/><category term='list'/><category term='Why Not'/><category term='cry'/><category term='movies'/><category term='hex'/><category term='Rundown'/><category term='hot chick'/><category term='Ciara'/><category term='Dirty Rumors'/><category term='I think I love my wife'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='Vick'/><category term='MY LIFE'/><category term='highschool musical'/><category term='brittany spears'/><category term='Brooke'/><category term='Vegan'/><category term='New'/><category term='Mikey'/><category term='sex'/><category term='Anthony'/><category term='cry baby'/><category term='cleanse'/><category term='Rush Hour 3'/><category term='ex-girlfriend'/><category term='Tyga'/><category term='Trich'/><category term='prostitute'/><category term='wilderness'/><category term='Trey'/><category term='breakup'/><category term='New Years'/><category term='dating'/><category term='vmas'/><category term='Blaze'/><category term='Kissing'/><category term='heartbreak'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='lil wayne'/><category term='friends'/><category term='ezcema'/><category term='Phonebook'/><category term='drama'/><category term='lilly allen'/><category term='pregnant'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='WT'/><category term='stress'/><category term='Drunk'/><category term='CLARK'/><category term='crush'/><category term='AIR'/><category term='Eric'/><category term='friends drama'/><category term='Brandon Hines'/><category term='Black Snake Moan'/><category term='college'/><category term='music'/><category term='Star'/><category term='Uffie'/><category term='hate'/><category term='attached'/><category term='happy'/><category term='JUNE 15TH'/><category term='school'/><category term='Po'/><category term='virgin'/><category term='girlfriend'/><category term='Flashback'/><category term='Keisha Cole'/><category term='fight'/><category term='Young Jeezy'/><category term='Jaden'/><category term='friday 13th'/><category term='hook up'/><category term='TT JUNE'/><category term='Keisha'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Brad Pitt'/><category term='Angelina Joile'/><category term='kanye west'/><category term='Von'/><category term='Prince'/><category term='eating disorder'/><category term='zac efron'/><category term='Chris Brown'/><title type='text'>Love Song</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-5318139255230789471</id><published>2010-12-17T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T12:28:10.391-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prince'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mikey'/><title type='text'>Bad Romance</title><content type='html'>As I laid wrapped up in someone else's arms I was texting him. Expressing myself which is the tragedy of my life. What is the point of me expressing my love to a guy who only wants sex? I don't know. I have fallen into the same trap. As memories of Eric play in my mind, I think, I DON'T WANNA MAKE THE SAME MISTAKE TWICE. My God forgive me. I have actually been going crazy over this guy. Well I've known him for about 3 years now. He is soooooo fly. Yeah he is. We'll just call him Mikey for short :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he used always try to be in a relationship. Knowing little ole me, I always refuse "permanent" connections. I guess I'm a fling type girl? not really. But anyways, I have always like him. I just wanna post pics of us together on Facebook and Twitter lol the perfect social network couple. AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he was in town a few weeks ago. Actually like right before Thanksgiving. I went to see him and I remembered that I used to like him alot. As we stood in the kitchen of his friend's condo and hugged I became lost. He was leaning against the refrigerator, I was standing in front of him. He held me, we kissed (never with tongue) and just rocked back and forth, you know. I was so in love for the moment. Prince was actually texting me while this was happening. Some things never change. Like PASSION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after this I was in class thinking about him and completely zoned out!! creepy right? Like my eyes closed and everything. I was completely lost in the thoughts of HIM! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There's a moving on called Looking for Eric. Funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I texted Mikey last night&lt;br /&gt;Convo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mikey I wanna see you soon&lt;br /&gt;Mikey: How soon&lt;br /&gt;Me: Like 2moro, Saturday and Sunday like all 3 days lol&lt;br /&gt;Mikey: word ?&lt;br /&gt;Me: yea! well we prolly wont get to kick it everyday but im saying tho&lt;br /&gt;Mikey: Why you in the mood outta no where&lt;br /&gt;Me: Miiiikkkkeeeeyyyy. Well good question...I always try to see you tho&lt;br /&gt;Mikey: You dont&lt;br /&gt;Me: I be wanting to&lt;br /&gt;Mikey: You coming by ya self&lt;br /&gt;Me: Probably...more than likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun du duunnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whyyyyy me? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea. Prince and I became friends again, I kinda fell in love then out of it. Eric is history. Yuck! What the hell was I thinking?! IDK where the hell Happy is. Anthony is trying to be in my life again. Did I tell you I cut him off completly? Larry is a father. Trey is a stranger now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-5318139255230789471?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/5318139255230789471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=5318139255230789471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/5318139255230789471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/5318139255230789471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2010/12/bad-romance.html' title='Bad Romance'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-8778913868353540791</id><published>2009-03-03T11:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:43:37.191-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virgin'/><title type='text'>a year ago</title><content type='html'>Just last year this day in the morning I was lying in Eric's bed as he thrusted uncontrolably inbetween my legs.....I was in lust with him.....savoring every moment...I tasted his skin he tasted mines...I tasted his mouth he tasted mine...I like kissing him....at times I cring at the thought of him inside me because I know he loved her the way he loved me that night...a whole year...why does it feel like 2 why do I lie and say its been 2.....I want 2 see him...I'm clean but its funny how I ended up wearing the same underwear this morning as a wore last year...my thoughts are still as impure as ever but who's next...who will I surrender 2 now.....whomever...I will enjoy it....I won't love him though I say I only lay with those I love...its only true so far.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still love him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-8778913868353540791?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/8778913868353540791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=8778913868353540791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/8778913868353540791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/8778913868353540791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2009/03/year-ago.html' title='a year ago'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-4618327266076093548</id><published>2009-02-06T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:57:29.289-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Po'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Freedom. Does not exist</title><content type='html'>I don't blog as much as i used to. I wish i did though, because i like to come back and read about the stupid things that once interested me and does not exist in my life anymore. By me making this blog anonymous i have the freedom to speak exactly how i feel, without being ashamed. Freedom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok here's a story for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its this guy, he used to message me on Myspace. We have mutual friends but I don't recall ever seeing him or meeting him in person. Well  he's cute so i took interest. We really only talked about music and how he was "feeling me". So I naturally gave him my number. I mean we were talking over "MY" since forever.&lt;br /&gt;He never called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really forgot about him. I mean he didn't make that much of an effort and I had a boyfriend at the time.. I think this was like a two year process. IDK..maybe just a year I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So recently my friend was telling me about this guy that she's "talking" too. She was telling me that she like him..yada yada ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to hang with him and his friends. Ok the guys she was talking about is like totally my type. Like she never date guys like him. She always go for the "gangster" guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So naturally he felt the same way...welll that i was his type...but wait theres more&lt;br /&gt;sooo he was like checking me out or what not...Shit we were almosted dressed alike!! lol! No homo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the lights went out and they made out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: I did think he was cute but I didn't "like" him. You know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning I had a message from that guy that used to send me messages along time ago...remember!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was him the night before. He's the guy my friend "really likes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got a call from my OTHER friend she was telling me that he said he liked me he really wanted to talk to me and he didnt like my other friend, Ciara. He said he only known her 2 days. He wanted to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart broke instantly for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;I hated him&lt;br /&gt;I wish he would have kept that to himself&lt;br /&gt;then he kissed her???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he didnt kiss her she kissed him&lt;br /&gt;HOW WEAK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo I started not to even read his message. But i did.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll post it here one day idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he told me he still liked me after i told him we could never be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOYS R SO STUPID...I SWEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt tell Ciara...for what?&lt;br /&gt;Its wont change how he feels or how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but maybe i should have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since she hooked up....had SEX with him within that same week!!!&lt;br /&gt;WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are whores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's my freedom ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-4618327266076093548?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/4618327266076093548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=4618327266076093548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/4618327266076093548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/4618327266076093548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2009/02/freedom-does-not-exist.html' title='Freedom. Does not exist'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-4625547571902540381</id><published>2009-01-01T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T13:09:32.860-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CLARK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AIR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>LAST NIGHT</title><content type='html'>OKK...SO I BRUNG THE NEW YEAR IN WITH BOTH OF MY BOOS LOL&lt;br /&gt;HERES THE DEAL..I'M DATING THIS GUY...HIS NAME IS AIR..HE'S CUTE OR WHATEVER SUPA COOL...SO I HUNG OUT WIT HIM ONE NIGHT AND MET HIS FRIEND..CLARK RIGHT...S0 WE HAD AN INSTANTE CONNECTION I SWEAR,...U COULD ASK HIM 2.....SOOO EVERY SINCE THAT NIGHT I LIKE TOTALLY MISSED HIM AND THOUGHT ABOUT HIM EVERY TIME I RODE PASS HIS HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOO I HAD NO IDEA HE WAS BRINGING HIM LAST NIGHT..HE HUGGED ME AS HE CAME INTO THE DOOR..AIR DIDNT&lt;br /&gt;SOOO WE WAS ALL CHILLIN HE HAD GOOGLY EYES FOR ME LOL&lt;br /&gt;AS THE NIGHT GOT OLDER...WE DRANK...HE KEEP TOUCHING ME AND SHIIIT&lt;br /&gt;IM LIKE OH WOW&lt;br /&gt;SO THE MAIN THINGS THAT HAPPENED...WELL HE SAID IMMA A PLAYA HE COULD TELL BY MY EAR RINGS..LOL&lt;br /&gt;AND HE TOOK MY SHOES OFF GAVE ME A FOOT MASSAGE...LEG UP REMIND YOU I HAD ON A SUPER DUPER SHORT SKIRT...NO PROB THO HAD ON BETSY JOHNSON TIGHTS :)&lt;br /&gt;SOOOO I WAS LAYING IN AIR'S ARMS THE WHOLE TIME..HE KEPT CRACKING JOKES&lt;br /&gt;SO WE TALKED HE FLIRTED&lt;br /&gt;THEN THEY WERE LEAVING...OH HE WATCHED ME&lt;br /&gt;THEY HAD MY PHONE..IDK HOW..SO THEY CLARK BRUNG IT BAQ..I WENT TO THE DOOR...HE ASKED "WHERE YO COAT AT"&lt;br /&gt;SO WE STOOD ON THE STAIRS AND TALKED&lt;br /&gt;CLOSE FACE TO FACE BOTH DRUNK.....&lt;br /&gt;SO AS AIR SAT IN THE CAR....ME AND CLARK WENT INTO THE KITCHEN AND TALKED TO MY FRIENDS...SO CONVO WENT SOMEWHERE ELSE...HE WAS TALKING ABOUT DONT TALK TO BULLSHIT GUYS...BASICLLY...SO NEXT THING THAT I KNOW HE HAD ME ON THE KITCHEN TABLE...LEGS UP HE WAS IN BETWEEN THEM..OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHEN WE LEFT WE WERE GETTING IN THE CAR AIR WAS GETTING IN THE BACK SET SO I CAN SIT WIT HIM AND CLARK JUST KEPT TRYING TO GET ME TO SIT NEXT TO HIM..."SIT HERE...BROOKE SIT HERE" BUT I SAT IN THE BACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO GOT TO HIS PLACE I SWEPT HIS FLOORS LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ASKED FOR HIS CAR KEY...HE GAVE MY A LITTLE ENVELOPE..IM LIKE "WHATS THIS"&lt;br /&gt;HE SAID "ITS A KEY..SINCE YOU KNOW THE WAY NOW...YOU CAN COME BACK WHENEVER YOU WANT TO"&lt;br /&gt;"GOOD ONE!"&lt;br /&gt;"i KNOW YOU LIKED THAT RIGHT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-4625547571902540381?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/4625547571902540381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=4625547571902540381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/4625547571902540381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/4625547571902540381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-night.html' title='LAST NIGHT'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-6233981037920769166</id><published>2008-12-30T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:58:55.082-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years'/><title type='text'>GOODBYE 08</title><content type='html'>08 WAS A GOOD YEAR FOR ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+I LOST MY VIRGINITY TO SOMEONE I WAS IN LOVE WITH...WHO LATER TURNED OUT TO BE A JERK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I LOVE AND LOST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+MADE NEW FRIENDS..THAT I LOVE AND CHERISH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-6469395394037807443</id><published>2008-12-01T08:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T08:50:37.167-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY LIFE'/><title type='text'>dont feel right</title><content type='html'>i feel as tho its coming to an end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-6469395394037807443?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-5332339301217033154</id><published>2008-11-01T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:48:56.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just read a post from oct 28 saying i had plans on hooking up with him on Halloween&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i did!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol!&lt;br /&gt;-im such a&lt;br /&gt;-----dork&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-5332339301217033154?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/5332339301217033154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=5332339301217033154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/5332339301217033154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/5332339301217033154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-just-read-post-from-oct-28-saying-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-4538255330640175075</id><published>2008-11-01T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:47:24.954-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric'/><title type='text'>opps i did it again</title><content type='html'>Yes I hooked up wit Eric last night after a Halloween party&lt;br /&gt;i texted him (lyrics) and from there...yea u already know&lt;br /&gt;so he picked me up from in front of my house...im friend really wanted to see who he was&lt;br /&gt;im like noooooo!!&lt;br /&gt;so we went to his house....talked&lt;br /&gt;watched videos&lt;br /&gt;oh i still had on my costume&lt;br /&gt;had 4 minute sex&lt;br /&gt;like wat wat&lt;br /&gt;he claimed that it felt soooooo good and sooooooo tight that he came super fast&lt;br /&gt;I really couldnt believe it&lt;br /&gt;but im like duh ur the only one thats been in it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt say that exactly&lt;br /&gt;he was like "its like u aint done nothing...blah blah blah"&lt;br /&gt;im like "yea i really havent"&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULDA JUST SAID THE SHIT...LIKE LOOK U R THE ONLY ONE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I think he knows now tho&lt;br /&gt;he should&lt;br /&gt;i got to his house at  like 310 didnt leave to after 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was like really into it tho....i think it was the coustume....yea like totally the coustume.&lt;br /&gt;i was really feining and when he came that fast im like NOOOOO HOLD IT!  STOP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there wont be a next time tho&lt;br /&gt;I think im finally over him&lt;br /&gt;thank ya jesus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-4538255330640175075?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/4538255330640175075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=4538255330640175075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/4538255330640175075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/4538255330640175075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2008/11/opps-i-did-it-again.html' title='opps i did it again'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-3165376378989616767</id><published>2008-10-28T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T09:46:02.894-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anthony'/><title type='text'>Now What?</title><content type='html'>OK Eric!&lt;br /&gt;Yes him again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Anthony last night and Eric was brought up&lt;br /&gt;I said before we hooked up Eric was going around saying that I was supposed to be in love with him....like what???? What would make him  think that shit?????&lt;br /&gt;I swear i never did anything to even show how I felt for him.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; if he does think that then he really must not care about me at all because he went around spreading the word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'm finally over him&lt;br /&gt;I had plans on hooking up with him for one last time on Halloween but I guess I wont do that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Tho I really really want to&lt;br /&gt;but I just gotta move on&lt;br /&gt;Imma still fuck him up tho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-3165376378989616767?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/3165376378989616767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=3165376378989616767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/3165376378989616767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/3165376378989616767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2008/10/now-what.html' title='Now What?'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-4784125096472609503</id><published>2008-10-11T12:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:37:52.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I can't lie. I'm InLove with you</title><content type='html'>Yall know who im talking about Eric of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to him the other day&lt;br /&gt;he called me at 11:50 pm&lt;br /&gt;we talked for an hour 14 minutes and 46 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a mess right?&lt;br /&gt;I mean I dont understand what makes me so interested in this guy. Well he claims the guys around here who I thought were his friends dont like him very much. Thats why the rumor was going around. But I know thats now all true. Its because he couldnt keep shut up about it. He just had to go and brag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had seen him earlier that morning when I was on my way to work. He tried to run me over. I told him I couldnt stand him and I had alot to say but when he called I couldnt say nothing. I'm a sucker. plus my dad was in the next room so............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to tell him tho. Tell him how I feel that he only cared about his own feelings&lt;br /&gt;He never thought about how all this would affect me but telling everybody&lt;br /&gt;how he is the ONLY person I have ever been with&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; why I did hook up with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let ya know.....It a probably be happening again.&lt;br /&gt;I dont try to make the same mistake twice but I want it.&lt;br /&gt;of course im not going to anyone else but him&lt;br /&gt;maybe next week sometime.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-4784125096472609503?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/4784125096472609503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=4784125096472609503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/4784125096472609503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/4784125096472609503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-cant-lie-im-inlove-with-you.html' title='I can&apos;t lie. I&apos;m InLove with you'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-1315245316734996772</id><published>2008-09-21T23:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:28:44.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anthony'/><title type='text'>Quiz</title><content type='html'>When you read this you should start from the beginning or you will never know what the fuck im talking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a boyfriend somebody i can love, care about and hold in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;I just need a dream&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have I been?&lt;br /&gt;School.&lt;br /&gt;Its very stressfull too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric&lt;br /&gt;Come on you know you wanna know&lt;br /&gt;He's really pissing me off!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCKER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tons of homework&lt;br /&gt;but im blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony&lt;br /&gt;Still my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince&lt;br /&gt;Where the fuck are you&lt;br /&gt;Can you buy me something?? :_)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new life.&lt;br /&gt;Where did mines go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends wouldnt hurt either&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-1315245316734996772?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/1315245316734996772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=1315245316734996772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/1315245316734996772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/1315245316734996772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2008/09/quiz.html' title='Quiz'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-5304873460069255372</id><published>2008-08-22T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:55:57.896-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>I Almost 4got</title><content type='html'>OHHHHKAYYY&lt;br /&gt;I almost 4got 2 tell you that Eric had the nerve to show up at my BDAY party!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Like WTF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All his friends were there.....Happy was there&lt;br /&gt;I just wonder wat everybody was thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what i was thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;em&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHA IM SO EFFING ILL HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THIS DUDE IS FUNNY HAHAHAHA I HOPE HE STICK AROUND BCUS I GOTS SOME SHIT TO SAY HAHAHHAHAHAHA WAIT UNLIT I TELL MY FRIEND HAHAHAHA&lt;/em&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really have my own tv show.....things in my life just alway happen in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; WT called him from my phone the other day...&lt;br /&gt;he probably thought it was me....such a loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont even care about him....i wonder if that pisses him off&lt;br /&gt;he is really nothing to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-5304873460069255372?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/5304873460069255372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=5304873460069255372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/5304873460069255372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/5304873460069255372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-almost-4got.html' title='I Almost 4got'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-5525327921726321791</id><published>2008-08-17T17:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T18:49:07.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy</title><content type='html'>Alot of girls dont like me..&lt;br /&gt;not bcus im a bad person or a 'bitch'&lt;br /&gt;i really dont kno why&lt;br /&gt;maybe its just jealousy&lt;br /&gt;dont read my previous post and try to guess wat im like&lt;br /&gt;because im nothing like wat i write&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-5525327921726321791?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/5525327921726321791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=5525327921726321791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/5525327921726321791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/5525327921726321791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2008/08/jealousy.html' title='Jealousy'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-2256859949500744264</id><published>2008-07-20T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:19:04.452-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black Snake Moan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ezcema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy Winehouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virgin'/><title type='text'>LALAla!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I just realized that i'm no longer a virgin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ohhh watevah!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ummm.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;there's something slowly taking over my entire body....\\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wierd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i needs me a new boo...yea i kinda do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;im crazy about AMY WINEHOUSE....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;imma drink myself 2 death yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225331140820883746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__wWfzM-ikTE/SIQa_NJqWSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/d1rEhX7QnAY/s320/649862949_0cf2caca06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DONT ASK!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well mylife USED 2 be like a movie....now itz just a SAD as SOnG....a LOVE SONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225331688463672834" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-6574370344482561649</id><published>2008-06-15T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T20:11:36.467-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TT JUNE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JUNE 15TH'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TT JUNE&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/3336957428487297273-6574370344482561649?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/6574370344482561649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=6574370344482561649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/6574370344482561649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/6574370344482561649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-tt-june.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hi&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;please &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accept&lt;/span&gt; me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eric told Anthony &amp;amp;&amp;amp; the rest of his friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Suckx&lt;/span&gt; right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm mad but at the same time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; amused. He is really acting like some little boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Does he feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;accomplished&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So I'm like denying this shit to the end. Like really. How could I ever admit to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So i was sitting in the car with Anthony one late night &amp;amp; we were talking about the whole situation. Happy drove down the block. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; see us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then Eric drove past nodding looking in the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! I hate him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What happened never happened. Well as far as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; concerned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; regret it. It was well planned but I will beat his ass for telling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;anywayz&lt;/span&gt; Friday the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; i put a hex on him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; well at least i tried to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then the next day Anthony told me he say him and he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;brung&lt;/span&gt; it up and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;allllllll&lt;/span&gt; he was talking about....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well i broke up with Prince....long story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;he fell in love......short story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ummmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;gots&lt;/span&gt; me a job!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ummmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;new boys new problems..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; doing a cleanse..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Would he care if 'she' was a &lt;strong&gt;prostitute...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Did i lose sleep?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;naaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kudos to Lil Wayne ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0WTefWX2FVIuboAsg6jzbkF/SIG=13lqrsp25/EXP=1213671959/**http%3A//a1259.g.akamai.net/f/1259/5586/5d/images.art.com/images/-/Unknown/Cry-Baby--C11716840.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-8889702891702318293?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/8889702891702318293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=8889702891702318293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/8889702891702318293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/8889702891702318293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-friend-says-he-knows-you-well.html' title='My Friend Says He Knows you Well'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-7456765650307771880</id><published>2008-05-01T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:20:38.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Friend of mines was killed Sat. morning by some guy who was trying to rob him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He was only 23.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-7456765650307771880?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/7456765650307771880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=7456765650307771880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/7456765650307771880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/7456765650307771880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2008/05/dear.html' title='Dear.'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-1915164468061250331</id><published>2008-04-17T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T23:20:17.069-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prince'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anthony'/><title type='text'>14!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Last Blog it was 10 guys.....now its like 14!!!!! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Watever...its fun! I love action and attention! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;IMMA STAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But Prince did get mad at me tho....and Anthony called me private and left a voicemail like "Brooke WHAT YOU ON HAHA"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I wish I would have answered bcus believe it or not I'm starting to MISS HIM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm going to call Happy tomorrow!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0WTefTBPAhI4RIBV4WjzbkF/SIG=12b50vpj3/EXP=1208585793/**http%3A//www.tattoosymbol.com/religious/islamic-faith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0WTefTBPAhI4RIBV4WjzbkF/SIG=12b50vpj3/EXP=1208585793/**http%3A//www.tattoosymbol.com/religious/islamic-faith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-1915164468061250331?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/1915164468061250331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=1915164468061250331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/1915164468061250331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/1915164468061250331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2008/04/14.html' title='14!'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-7255421149064331510</id><published>2008-04-12T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T16:27:19.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Nill</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well I'm starting to hate myself for hooking up with Eric because I was just looking at his picture on Facebook and realized he's not that hot at all. What ever.. I live with no regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But now I'm feeling like there's no one out there for me. I may never fall in love because I don't like nobody. It a be things that I like about them but I never like them completely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I mean i'm not in a rush to settle down. I'm not that type but shit!!! Where are the good guys. The Fun guys. The Hot guys. There's none!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;or maybe itz just one....&amp;amp; i can't find him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now I'm like dating 10 guys at once. Plus I got a boyfriend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-7255421149064331510?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/7255421149064331510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=7255421149064331510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/7255421149064331510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/7255421149064331510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2008/04/nill.html' title='Nill'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-5811992359503628165</id><published>2008-04-10T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T11:21:44.379-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Von'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prince'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Chain Reaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There are alot of new guys in my life right now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I feel bad for my boyfriend. Well it's this guy i meet named Von and I like him alot already (this never happens). I went to his house twice. He's like super cool and I made out with him. Yeah major. but yesterday when i was at his house I had no way to get home so Prince had to come and get me. I told him I was at my cousin's house. I don't think he believed me but he really had no choice. Von got a little jealous. He was like "you gone have fun tonight" I mean what other way was I suppose to get home. I just need for him to understand what type of girl I am. Or maybe I'm not that different from all the other females. I don't want to cheat but its hard for me not to. I'm not the settle down type and Prince is really starting to bore me. Tho i like him alot he irritates me from time to time. I like action, romance, passion, drama. I'm a fucking actress from Christ sake!!! I need excitement. He wanna come over today and I think its because he wants to "hook up" soooo  not gonna happen. I really don't want to have sex with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh and I told Von that I only been with one person......i shoulda kept quite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-5811992359503628165?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/5811992359503628165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=5811992359503628165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/5811992359503628165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/5811992359503628165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2008/04/chain-reaction.html' title='Chain Reaction'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-2340744348384172522</id><published>2008-03-25T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T17:56:33.384-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><title type='text'>What do i wanna say??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm about to write a poem...haven't don't that in a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ummmmmmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its almost summer....hope its a good one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;did i tell you that i thought i was pregnant...LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;can money buy happiness???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well I'm about to find out...because i think it does ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i want to become a boxer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well not really i cant stand being hit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but i want to hit somebody...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;because im angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my mom thinks i'm crazy because i pop myself (with rubber bands)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that's just to calm me down when im upset..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;im stressed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-2340744348384172522?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/2340744348384172522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=2340744348384172522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/2340744348384172522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/2340744348384172522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-do-i-wanna-say.html' title='What do i wanna say??'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-2278583820788628753</id><published>2008-03-20T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T11:31:22.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wilderness'/><title type='text'>Guess Who I saw yesterday...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;Happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;NO! Eric duh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;Well I was walking to the store down the street. There was a whole lot of guys like hanging out. I wasn't sure if he was over there with them because I didn't want to look over there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;So anyways on my way out the store I rerouted because I looked a mess and there was a lose dog roaming the streets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;So anyways I was walking down the block and saw him leaving out of him grandmothers house. I'm like OMG! NO!...so i like put my hood on so he wouldn't see me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;He noticed it was me and then went back into the house. LMAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;Like WTF.... how r we BOTH hiding from each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;We might as well face it. I mean he lives like on the same block that I do. We hang with some of the same people. We hang out at the same places. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;soooooo yea we should just get over it. or he should get over it at least cus i'm over it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;He really needs to grow up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;Like really be a man PLZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;yep. yep. yep. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179892642468872770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__wWfzM-ikTE/R-Ks6gEEQkI/AAAAAAAAAEs/wd1l2mLd_qM/s320/wilderness11_resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is where I want to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-2278583820788628753?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/2278583820788628753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=2278583820788628753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/2278583820788628753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/2278583820788628753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2008/03/guess-who-i-saw.html' title='Guess Who I saw yesterday...!'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__wWfzM-ikTE/R-Ks6gEEQkI/AAAAAAAAAEs/wd1l2mLd_qM/s72-c/wilderness11_resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-6117963471958697579</id><published>2008-03-18T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T14:56:03.491-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kissing'/><title type='text'>I lOve that boy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0WTb_gCOuBHbRsAXj2jzbkF/SIG=12hpsiuta/EXP=1205963650/**http%3A//yogaesoteric.net/uploads/images/8_tantra/love-kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="330" alt="" src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0WTb_gCOuBHbRsAXj2jzbkF/SIG=12hpsiuta/EXP=1205963650/**http%3A//yogaesoteric.net/uploads/images/8_tantra/love-kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got love for him shall I say....but I'm not in love with him. Nope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I understand the part in the movie Pretty Woman..when she says that she don't kiss her customers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's the only thing that I remember the most, is the kiss. Not the sex we had but the fact that he kissed me. Everytime I think about it i get weak. Love weak. Like oh my god I wish I could kiss him all the time. Feeling his lips on mine. That kiss is the only thing that makes me want him. That kiss was a big deal to me. Bigger than the sex. WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY did he have to kiss me. WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anywayz....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hope he didnt tell Happy...or imma be in deep shit!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-6117963471958697579?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/6117963471958697579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=6117963471958697579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/6117963471958697579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/6117963471958697579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-love-that-boy.html' title='I lOve that boy....'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-4143697750722326029</id><published>2008-03-10T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:28:50.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boy u make me wanna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.podcanvas.com/images/iphone_wallpaper_love_w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://blog.podcanvas.com/images/iphone_wallpaper_love_w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;grreat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i feel nothing...i dont even feel like i cheated..i really dont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;crazy?? no i dont think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i just lay and listen to songs that say everything that im thinking but wont say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-4143697750722326029?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/4143697750722326029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=4143697750722326029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/4143697750722326029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/4143697750722326029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2008/03/boy-u-make-me-wanna.html' title='boy u make me wanna'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-1703576148496918958</id><published>2008-03-05T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T01:25:00.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>p.s</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my legs still hurt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-1703576148496918958?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/1703576148496918958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=1703576148496918958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/1703576148496918958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/1703576148496918958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2008/03/ps.html' title='p.s'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-5057887832391886940</id><published>2008-03-05T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T01:31:45.489-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hook up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prince'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virgin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;yeaaa he still didnt call me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;but i know its not bcus he dont want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;he's scared....hes always scared and shy and nervous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he is really not who i thought...lol it's kinda funny now. I use to be in love with him, like seriously. Now that I was intimate with him i'm kinda lost. Like really lost. My feelings are not as strong because it took so much energy for me to get him. I always get what I ask for and I got it. I never kicked it with him solo and when I got the opportunity I did. He is alot different from what I expected. He is REALLY aggressive. I feel like if I didn't want to have sex with him he would have forced me to. I really didn't have an opinion. Even though I did want it to happened, when I left my house that night I never intended on having sex with him. I just wanted to chill, then come back another day and hook up. He is really stronger than what he used to be. He lifts like hella weights now and I couldn't control him. He knew what he wanted when he called me that night, he knew. It didn't go the way I wanted. I'm a very visual person. I wanted it to be like in the movies. I wanted passion! I wanted to want him but I didn't. I did but I didn't. Never once did I think about Prince. I laid on my back while Eric was in between my legs thrusting uncontrollably. I moaned from pain not pleasure. I faked every moan and grunt. He talked the whole time. I laid there as the head board banged against his wall and he went faster and faster. He came in like 7 minutes. If that. I was probably the best he had in a while but only because I was super tight. Every man loves a new car with no miles that he can ride and take places that its never been. That's how I look at it. "i'm about to cum," he said. I wanted to cum. I wanted it to be over but at the same time I wanted it to last so I could experience my first 'big-O'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Should I go back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Not even I know what I will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm not attached to him in any way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I hope he didn't think I would be a crazy virgin chick from hell that would stalk him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Not me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I stalked him more before the sex..LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Only time will tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm thinking about calling tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;So we will see.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Stay tuned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-5057887832391886940?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/5057887832391886940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=5057887832391886940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/5057887832391886940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/5057887832391886940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2008/03/time.html' title='Time.'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-3712364850756870590</id><published>2008-03-03T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T16:53:54.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Feel My Legs, Somebody Help Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a Night!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yea i never intended for it to go that far.......or maybe I did.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but do i regret it???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no not yet at least....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he called me...i returned his call.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we talked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he asked me to come outside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i did.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i got in the truck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we talked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we drove.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we sat in front of his house.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we talked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we went into his house.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;into his room.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he showed me pictures, clothes and shoes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we watched tv.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he cut the lights off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we wreslted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we talked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he kept trying to go up my shirt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he kissed my neck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he kissed my stomach. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he kissed my lips.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we talked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i touched him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he talked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he kept trying to pull my jeans off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he touched me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he turned the tv off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he took my jeans off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he talked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he touched me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i got on top of him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i kissed his neck and chest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I rolled.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I layed down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;his fingers entered.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he tried to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i told him to strap up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he did.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he entered.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it hurted like hell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i didnt complain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do it hut.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no...im cool.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do it hurt. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do it feel good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you like it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;breathing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im about to cum.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;imma sleep all day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thinking....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lays his head on my stomach.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i rub his head and ears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what we do is between us. dont nobody gotta know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont tell nobody.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;make sure you dont tell nobody.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;let me know when u ready, cus i can lay here all day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wat time is it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3:40&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wheres my jeans.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;where my shirt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gets dressed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gets phones and purse. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;can barley stand up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we leave.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;drives me home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;imma call you tomorrow ms. B&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;iight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-3712364850756870590?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/3712364850756870590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=3712364850756870590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/3712364850756870590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/3712364850756870590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2008/03/cant-feel-my-legs-somebody-help-me.html' title='Can&apos;t Feel My Legs, Somebody Help Me'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-4642621580126299146</id><published>2008-03-03T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T02:21:35.251-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hook up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prince'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>BULLSHIT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;hooked up&lt;/span&gt; with Eric.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Like Just Right Now. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/239/517310726_e279614257.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-4642621580126299146?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/4642621580126299146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=4642621580126299146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/4642621580126299146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/4642621580126299146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2008/03/bullshit.html' title='BULLSHIT!'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-645439478642457533</id><published>2008-02-19T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T18:19:36.642-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why Not'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hook up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prince'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>All Well....(Why Not!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Well Prince gave me the best Valentines Day ever!!!.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but i'm a bad person because i still want ERIC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but now I got like a total different look on the whole thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Like i just want him for his tay! yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so should i call or text???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;imma just call....im scared....sick....this is great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i wish i could just like run into him...hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i need a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;like seriously!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've been thinking.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Prince is really cool....but I dont know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;he's ready to like go all the way..&amp;amp;&amp;amp; i so do not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;want him to be my first....well my one and a half! (ha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;time for tears!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;we only live once so WHY NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that's my new little phrase to live by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;why not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;like why shouldn't I love who I wanna love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cry out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wear my heart on my sleeve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tell him how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;why not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;smile :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;why not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;call him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;why not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sing LOUDLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;why not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dress how I wanna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;why not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ERIC HERE I COME!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DONT FEAR ME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-645439478642457533?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/645439478642457533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=645439478642457533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/645439478642457533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anthony'/><title type='text'>Quick Run Down...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ok,&lt;br /&gt;remember the nightmare I had about my cousin hooking up with the guy I liked....totally came true&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo psyic...but i cant spell lol&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; my spell checks not working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummmmm, Oh yea ERIC&lt;br /&gt;um well Anthony told me that Eric had texed him like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why shorty text me at 2 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he thought that was an open invite...but sooo not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean I would love to hang out with him...but hook up??? umm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;STOP BRAGGING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hummmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heart Eric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im slowly losing interest...so cool!! finally the curse is leaving!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I need rehab!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166597968592113202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__wWfzM-ikTE/R7NxeocwDjI/AAAAAAAAAEk/FjH9Dkzv6wI/s320/08-17-2007_0817art_PEOlede_GEA276SOK_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-6806403284517127297?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/6806403284517127297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=6806403284517127297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/6806403284517127297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/6806403284517127297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2008/02/ok-remember-nightmare-i-had-about-my.html' title='Quick Run Down...!'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__wWfzM-ikTE/R7NxeocwDjI/AAAAAAAAAEk/FjH9Dkzv6wI/s72-c/08-17-2007_0817art_PEOlede_GEA276SOK_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-3245482696785120409</id><published>2008-02-13T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T14:23:55.473-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prince'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>UGH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1013/1403268090_0829f315f1.jpg?v=1200041659"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1013/1403268090_0829f315f1.jpg?v=1200041659" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://l.yimg.com/www.flickr.com/images/spaceball.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://l.yimg.com/www.flickr.com/images/spaceball.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UUGHHHH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the little things that irratate me..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;his laugh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how he had the music low in the car..ughhhim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;continuosly asking me if I missed him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him being scared of a scary movie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;his grunts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him breathing in my ear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;his thumb rubbing my hand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the way he says 'cool' (cwel)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him wanting to kiss all the effing tyme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;asking where have i been&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wanting to kick it all the tyme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://l.yimg.com/www.flickr.com/images/spaceball.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3336957428487297273-3245482696785120409?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/3245482696785120409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=3245482696785120409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/3245482696785120409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/3245482696785120409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2008/02/ugh_13.html' title='UGH!'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-8636130448896327390</id><published>2008-02-09T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T16:17:42.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1019/561303615_9127a46f90.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1019/561303615_9127a46f90.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ummm well the text that Eric sent me that night...I just realized he was still asking if I wanted to come outside...it was like 2:30AM!! tho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hmmmmmmmmmmmm...i hate my heart sometimes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;like why does it have to love???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm like wayyyyyy to attached to dude!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think about him EVERYDAYYYY!!!!!!!!! ugggghhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-8636130448896327390?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/8636130448896327390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=8636130448896327390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/8636130448896327390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/8636130448896327390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2008/02/ummm-well-text-that-eric-sent-me-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-1986069293662809505</id><published>2008-02-07T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T11:05:52.714-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phonebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anthony'/><title type='text'>Babble Jabble!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOkkkkkkk....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why did Eric tell Anthony I &lt;strong&gt;texted&lt;/strong&gt; him back that night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I only asked him if he called me...and he said yea he wanted to see if I was coming outside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now Anthony hates me...be I honestly dont car as much bcus he always brings&lt;strong&gt; pettyness&lt;/strong&gt; into my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now i'm pissed at Eric....&lt;strong&gt;Why brag about it&lt;/strong&gt;???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really wish they would all just grow up &amp;amp;&amp;amp; live their live outside of their phonebook!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kudos to Whitney!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So now its like...WHATEVER!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I cant catch a break really....so now if I do like hangout with Eric...im gonna make him feel guilty for everything... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-1986069293662809505?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/1986069293662809505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=1986069293662809505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/1986069293662809505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/1986069293662809505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2008/02/babble-jabble.html' title='Babble Jabble!'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-6263392260586166486</id><published>2008-02-06T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T11:06:44.395-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prince'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virgin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anthony'/><title type='text'>THAT GOOD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ok i started to get&lt;strong&gt; REAALLLLY&lt;/strong&gt; irrataed with Prince, even before Anthony filled my head up with all his crazy talk. I mean he was right though...saying that Prince was gonna start &lt;strong&gt;pressuring me to have sex&lt;/strong&gt; with him but i dont know. I think its the whole thing that I dont wanna lose my &lt;strong&gt;virginity&lt;/strong&gt; to him. So I stop talking to him as much but I miss him now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sooooo &lt;strong&gt;Eric &lt;/strong&gt;and Happy is like competing now to like be with me. Well at least &lt;strong&gt;hook up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As much as I like Eric...&lt;strong&gt;Love Eric&lt;/strong&gt;...I feel bad really. bcus he only wants to hook up &amp;amp;&amp;amp; i want more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He even called me last night to see if I was coming out!! AHHH! &lt;strong&gt;OHH EMMM GEEE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Buts its making me think differently of him. He broke up with his girl AGAIN last night. but anywayz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lester, some fat guy told Happy and Eric that &lt;strong&gt;i was having sex&lt;/strong&gt; so Happy was telling Eric about it. Happy was saying like I been dating her for almost 2 years, she need to stop playing and hook up. But the whole time Eric was thinking in his mind that he cant go and he gotta hook up with me first! &lt;strong&gt;DRAMATIC&lt;/strong&gt;! Kay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What is a girl suppose to do. I'm like &lt;strong&gt;inlove &lt;/strong&gt;with Eric &amp;amp;&amp;amp; i wonder from time to time if he even likes me. I mean more than just the sex....(that I probably will end up giving him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Im so weak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; like 2 weeks ago i was suppose to like hang out with Eric &lt;strong&gt;at his house&lt;/strong&gt;...but i went to a wack ass party instead...&amp;amp;&amp;amp; was pissed for like a week...didnt eat or sleep &amp;amp;&amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;almost passed out&lt;/strong&gt; at Wal Mart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Antony told me that i was inlove with Eric!! like How pysic!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ok i was like totally paranoid!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;like yesterday I kept itching (yea action parts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Im like OMG!! I havent had sex...not even oral or anything its been like a year since any constact!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So I start looking up like symptooms &amp;amp;&amp;amp; stuff...thought it was &lt;strong&gt;Trich...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was about to cry lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But found it it was just a side affect from my &lt;strong&gt;meds&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So not cool!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thats why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;READERS ARE LEADERS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-6263392260586166486?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/6263392260586166486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=6263392260586166486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/6263392260586166486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/6263392260586166486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2008/02/that-good.html' title='THAT GOOD!'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-2461611063700673242</id><published>2008-01-21T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T23:59:46.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://l.yimg.com/www.flickr.com/images/spaceball.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Prince really likes me but all I can think about is................&lt;strong&gt;them&lt;/strong&gt;. I mean I like him too its just i &lt;strong&gt;hate being smothered&lt;/strong&gt;. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; now i'm really starting to miss &lt;strong&gt;Happy&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp;&amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Eric&lt;/strong&gt; :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I need to just...........................................&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SCREAM OUT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!..I'm really bugging. Prince is super cool but he's always there and I'm growing &lt;strong&gt;bored&lt;/strong&gt;. I like &lt;strong&gt;action&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;excitement&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;mediocre drama &lt;/strong&gt;(nothing major please)! &lt;strong&gt;passion&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;romance&lt;/strong&gt;!...&amp;amp;&amp;amp; this is starting to feel like a....&lt;strong&gt;friendship&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;maybe if he would just&lt;strong&gt; spoil me&lt;/strong&gt; like i like to be....hmmmmmmmmmmmmm maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Boredom makes me do crazy things like...play with your heart, &lt;strong&gt;cheat&lt;/strong&gt;, lead you on majorly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its sick really but I just hate the &lt;strong&gt;staleness&lt;/strong&gt; of things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I need light!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;or am i just bugging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What he don't know is that I can't commit. Like really. This is the first time that i actually...well wait i didn't agree to be in a&lt;strong&gt; relationship&lt;/strong&gt; with him.....yea but whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I dreamed about Trey last night....naughty me right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I need &lt;strong&gt;Superman BACK!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Real Talk! I realllllllllyyyyyyyyyyyy miss him. I just wanna hug him so tight and never let him go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I wanna hug him so he can feel how i feel. just hold him so close that he can read my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As for Prince. Hes coming over tomorrow &amp;amp;&amp;amp; he's probably thinking we're gonna &lt;strong&gt;'hook up'&lt;/strong&gt; but honestly i don't even wanna touch him....I'm truly turned off by his begging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;GROSS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A9G_bHIpopVHWVoB5g2jzbkF/SIG=141b34qgq/EXP=1201075113/**http%3A//us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/fox_searchlight/juno/juno_bigposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/3336957428487297273-2461611063700673242?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/2461611063700673242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=2461611063700673242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/2461611063700673242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/2461611063700673242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2008/01/prince-really-likes-me-but-all-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-6651195031106496694</id><published>2008-01-01T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T19:58:07.699-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prince'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years'/><title type='text'>I FEEL LIKE A BAD PERSON :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NEW YEAR OLD BULL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok now i feel like really bad...since Trey's friend Prince is like my boyfriend now..and me and Trey are like brother &amp;amp;&amp;amp; sister...but I just cant stop thinkin about him...so now im trying to put him on with my friend..he thinks shes like super hot..but the whole time im still thinking about him....i mean i think imma end up hooking up with him b4 its over...and i hate myself for that bcus its probably just lust...but watever..im really into for some strange ass reason that i hate....im being super real right now just in case something do happen..i can always let Prince read this so he will know the truth...i really do like Prince..i like love this guy...he is SUPER COOL..i wouldnt wanna do nothing to hurt him but it can happen..so forgive me if something happens...im sorry...but its funny how he still ended up in my life...&amp;amp;&amp;amp; i thank God that i didnt get into nothing with him bcus then i wouldnt know Prince...but it is wat it is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-6651195031106496694?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/6651195031106496694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=6651195031106496694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/6651195031106496694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/6651195031106496694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-feel-like-bad-person.html' title='I FEEL LIKE A BAD PERSON :('/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-1607169936114680823</id><published>2007-11-14T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T12:02:08.377-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blaze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anthony'/><title type='text'>Where am I??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't even know where to start.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Its been a while since i posted something....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe I got to caught up into my You Tube blog....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok its this guy..I've been "talking" to for like 3 or 4 weeks now...&amp;amp;&amp;amp; he's like SUPER cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He always say I'm to good to be true...but he's to good to be true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'm really starting to like him...but i am to good to be true bcus guess what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HE'S TREYS FRIEND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;OK i like officially hate myself now...i hope Trey gets like so high he completely COMPLETELY forgets about me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;just my luck right *tear*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh yea and some guy that dresses like Superman from time to time likes me! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SUPERMAN???? hmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh yea I cut Anthony off completely...&amp;amp;&amp;amp; it feels soooooo GOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-1607169936114680823?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/1607169936114680823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=1607169936114680823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/1607169936114680823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/1607169936114680823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2007/11/where-am-i.html' title='Where am I??'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-4689024250367026807</id><published>2007-10-04T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T21:52:32.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1234/526732502_5cfade94ee.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1234/526732502_5cfade94ee.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;TREY DAY IN STORES NOW!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Trey Songz CD is HOT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so go get one PLEASE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I saw Eric today. He looked like a bum lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I still wub him :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He said hi to me which was good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I made my friend walk down the street and say something to him. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;he tried to stunt in his new car! (a rental like i couldnt tell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I still wub him :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it hurts that I did once really like him and now he is happy with somebody else. COOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I just wanna know WHY do I feel so strong for him? Like whats soo special about him that makes ME..ME like HIM so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ANY WAYZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;TREY DAY IN STORES NOW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I heart Youtube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-4689024250367026807?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/4689024250367026807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=4689024250367026807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/4689024250367026807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/4689024250367026807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2007/10/trey-day-in-stores-now-trey-songz-cd-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-327694895825453861</id><published>2007-09-30T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T23:53:08.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where am I??</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I no longer have friends!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;yeaaa..i'll explain one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but yea...I dont really write on here anymore because I GOT A YOUTUBE BLOG NOW!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm no longer looking for love because..it just don't exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-327694895825453861?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/327694895825453861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=327694895825453861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/327694895825453861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/327694895825453861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2007/09/where-am-i.html' title='Where am I??'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-1842981458862898012</id><published>2007-09-21T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T23:57:32.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating disorder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wheat allergy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New'/><title type='text'>NEW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Since I just got a new layout I figured I would post something new!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm doing all NEW things with my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You only life once &amp;amp;&amp;amp; they say the best things in life are free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm about to get myself together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm thinking about becoming a vegan....(i'm not sure how thats gonna work out but hell it's worth a shot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__wWfzM-ikTE/RvS5fNV25qI/AAAAAAAAAD4/TJAjQGDoaC4/s1600-h/l_d944071967775e3c3498f5ee9b087005.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__wWfzM-ikTE/RvS60tV25rI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Z0qqhkTZxco/s1600-h/l_d944071967775e3c3498f5ee9b087005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112916891659593394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__wWfzM-ikTE/RvS60tV25rI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Z0qqhkTZxco/s320/l_d944071967775e3c3498f5ee9b087005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Isn't he HOT!! All those tats. I like his music too. Its cool and NEW to me. Look him up on Myspace his name is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;TYGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..Sexy riiii..yea I kno ;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm allergic to wheat.....HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO SURVIVE????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I guess I'll starve myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Speaking of starving.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm 5'7 127 pounds (i use to be 118 like 2 months ago)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I like I'm FAT..I am really..127=HUGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;now do i have a eating disorder???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I mean I eat..I just don't want to. or if I'm out with friends I don't eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm allergic to wheat anyways soooo that might help if I don't eat as much seeing that everything I eat is BREADED =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;LYRICS TO L.L.L {Listen. Love. Learn}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Good Life Kanye West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[Kanye West]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Like we always do at this timeI go for mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I got to shine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Now throw your hands up in the skyI g-go for mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I got to shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Now throw your hands up in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Welcome to the good life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Where nigga's that sell D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Won't even get pulled over in they new V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The good life, let's go on a living' spree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Shit they say the best things in life are free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The good life, it feel like Atlanta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It feel like L.A., it feel like Miami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It feel like N.Y., summertime Chi, ahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(Now throw your hands up in the sky)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So I roll through good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Y'all pop the trunk, I pop the hood, Ferrari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And she got the goods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And she got that ass, I got to look, sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yo it's got to be cause I'm seasoned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Haters give me them salty looks, Lowry's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;50 told me go 'head switch the style up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And if they hate then let 'em hateAnd watch the money pile up, the good life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/3336957428487297273-1842981458862898012?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/1842981458862898012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=1842981458862898012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/1842981458862898012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/1842981458862898012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2007/09/new.html' title='NEW'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__wWfzM-ikTE/RvS60tV25rI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Z0qqhkTZxco/s72-c/l_d944071967775e3c3498f5ee9b087005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-4371267105683715946</id><published>2007-09-21T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T23:13:54.717-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evan'/><title type='text'>I'm Not Emo...I Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A9gnMiissPRGJocAVUSjzbkF/SIG=12fsue84o/EXP=1190527532/**http%3A//i20.photobucket.com/albums/b207/mo0neh/thEmoLove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A9gnMiissPRGJocAVUSjzbkF/SIG=12fsue84o/EXP=1190527532/**http%3A//i20.photobucket.com/albums/b207/mo0neh/thEmoLove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A9gnMiissPRGJocAVUSjzbkF/SIG=12fsue84o/EXP=1190527532/**http%3A//i20.photobucket.com/albums/b207/mo0neh/thEmoLove.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;HELLO STRANGER THAT READS THIS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm Brooke. I'm 19. I live in the city but it feels like the contry sometimes. I love love. I'm single. I'm addicted to music. I don't feel real good about myself right now. Its time for a change. I'm ready for new life or my real life to start.......but meanwhile my old life still exists and so does the people that live in it with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;I saw Eric's car today...yeah just his car. I was on my way home and I had to drive past his house. Looks like he was having a party. It was people everywhere. I didnt look at him. My sister said she saw him but I couldnt look at him. I hid. I don't want him to see me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;Evan- I saw him too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;Vegan.....should I??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/3336957428487297273-4371267105683715946?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/4371267105683715946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=4371267105683715946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/4371267105683715946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/4371267105683715946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-not-emoi-promise.html' title='I&apos;m Not Emo...I Promise'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-6392282796883917047</id><published>2007-09-17T11:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T12:00:50.129-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anthony'/><title type='text'>Penny. FACEBOOK: JADEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.ak.facebook.com/images/welcome/welcome_3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.ak.facebook.com/images/welcome/welcome_3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ok its this guy named &lt;strong&gt;Jaden&lt;/strong&gt; or JD that I use to like in high school. I never told him tho. And I use to &lt;strong&gt;date his friend&lt;/strong&gt; but that's after we graduated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When I'm bored I tend to start conversations with this guys and &lt;strong&gt;flirt alot&lt;/strong&gt;. But flirt that's it. I never intend for anything to actually happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I wouldn't mind &lt;strong&gt;hooking up &lt;/strong&gt;with JD but I don't want to be another notch on his belt. Hes a &lt;strong&gt;slut&lt;/strong&gt; lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well on &lt;strong&gt;facebook&lt;/strong&gt; I wrote happy birthday on his wall and he took it upon himself to send me a message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here's our convo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=581430081"&gt;Jaden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:01pm September 15th&lt;br /&gt;Thank u! What u got 4 me? Lol!&lt;br /&gt;Sent via &lt;a href="http://colum.facebook.com/mobile.php"&gt;Facebook Mobile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://colum.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1138950107"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=581430081"&gt;Brooke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:33am September 16th&lt;br /&gt;lolits nothing i can get youyou got everything dont you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=581430081"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=581430081"&gt;Jaden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:47am September 16th&lt;br /&gt;I aint got u&lt;br /&gt;Sent via &lt;a href="http://colum.facebook.com/mobile.php"&gt;Facebook Mobile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://colum.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1138950107"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://colum.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1138950107"&gt;Brooke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:57am September 16th&lt;br /&gt;yea i kno..maybe one day you a have me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=581430081"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=581430081"&gt;Jaden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1:58am September 16th&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to one day&lt;br /&gt;Sent via &lt;a href="http://colum.facebook.com/mobile.php"&gt;Facebook Mobile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://colum.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1138950107"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://colum.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1138950107"&gt;Brooke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2:00am September 16th&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=581430081"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=581430081"&gt;Jaden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:01am September 16th&lt;br /&gt;So what dat mean&lt;br /&gt;Sent via &lt;a href="http://colum.facebook.com/mobile.php"&gt;Facebook Mobile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://colum.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1138950107"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://colum.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1138950107"&gt;Brooke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2:04am September 16th&lt;br /&gt;that just means hopefully one day we can kick and if not then we just don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=581430081"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=581430081"&gt;Jaden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2:07am September 16th&lt;br /&gt;Naw it aint no if we dont we dont! We is!&lt;br /&gt;Sent via &lt;a href="http://colum.facebook.com/mobile.php"&gt;Facebook Mobile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://colum.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1138950107"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://colum.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1138950107"&gt;Brooke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:08am September 16th&lt;br /&gt;lol yea it sounds good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=581430081"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=581430081"&gt;Jaden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2:09am September 16th&lt;br /&gt;Im 4real!&lt;br /&gt;Sent via &lt;a href="http://colum.facebook.com/mobile.php"&gt;Facebook Mobile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://colum.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1138950107"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://colum.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1138950107"&gt;Brooke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:12am September 16th&lt;br /&gt;iight then...i believe you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=581430081"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=581430081"&gt;Jaden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:12am September 16th&lt;br /&gt;When u free&lt;br /&gt;Sent via &lt;a href="http://colum.facebook.com/mobile.php"&gt;Facebook Mobile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=581430081"&gt;Brooke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:15am September 16th&lt;br /&gt;naw when you free?? but it really depends on if i gotta work or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=581430081"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=581430081"&gt;Jaden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2:16am September 16th&lt;br /&gt;Im free now whatup&lt;br /&gt;Sent via &lt;a href="http://colum.facebook.com/mobile.php"&gt;Facebook Mobile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://colum.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1138950107"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://colum.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1138950107"&gt;Brooke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2:21am September 16th&lt;br /&gt;naw not tonight..its been a long day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=581430081"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=581430081"&gt;Jaden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2:22am September 16th&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i guess&lt;br /&gt;Sent via &lt;a href="http://colum.facebook.com/mobile.php"&gt;Facebook Mobile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://colum.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1138950107"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://colum.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1138950107"&gt;Brooke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2:26am September 16th&lt;br /&gt;sooo wat u doing for your birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=581430081"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=581430081"&gt;Jaden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2:28am September 16th&lt;br /&gt;I was tryna do u! Lol&lt;br /&gt;Sent via &lt;a href="http://colum.facebook.com/mobile.php"&gt;Facebook Mobile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://colum.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1138950107"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://colum.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1138950107"&gt;Brooke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2:32am September 16th&lt;br /&gt;LOL..sorry =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://colum.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1138950107"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://colum.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1138950107"&gt;Brooke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:37am September 16th&lt;br /&gt;i a make it up to youbut im bout to go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=581430081"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=581430081"&gt;Jaden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:38am September 16th&lt;br /&gt;Iight goodnite&lt;br /&gt;Sent via &lt;a href="http://colum.facebook.com/mobile.php"&gt;Facebook Mobile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=581430081"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=581430081"&gt;Jaden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today at 6:18am&lt;br /&gt;I aint got u&lt;br /&gt;Sent via &lt;a href="http://colum.facebook.com/mobile.php"&gt;Facebook Mobile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shoulda hooked up with him!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just kiddin ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I talked to Anthony yesterday for the first time in like a month. He asked me if I missed him. I said "Should I?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I mean really. How could I miss him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh yeah. and Vick is such a loser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm doing new things in my life. Trying to introduce new thing into my life. Meaning OUT WITH THE OLD. like some of my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My friend Brittany is a liar and a fake. I just found that out. I hate liars with a passion so I don't associate with them. Now I rarely talk to her. I don't trust her and never will. She is only a wanna be and a fit in and that's the worse. Soooo shes dead to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;OH YEA. I dyed my hair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-6392282796883917047?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/6392282796883917047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=6392282796883917047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/6392282796883917047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/6392282796883917047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2007/09/penny.html' title='Penny. FACEBOOK: JADEN'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-481259373005007608</id><published>2007-09-14T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T21:32:24.447-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brittany spears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kanye west'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vmas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2007/09_02/SpearsDancesAP_468x549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2007/09_02/SpearsDancesAP_468x549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well Brittany made white chicks look bad with this one performance. I mean she was once like the HOTTEST white chick and she could dance. Now....well what can I say? Everyone knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WHY did she wear that?! She should have covered up, her body was soooooo not ready yet!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then Kid Rock and Tommy Lee got into a fight. Like what?! Is the VMA's turning into the Source Awards? White people gone wild! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well I think Brittany can recoup. I really like her new song! Its HOT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kanye West CD is sooooooooo fucking HOT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-481259373005007608?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/481259373005007608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=481259373005007608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/481259373005007608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/481259373005007608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2007/09/well-brittany-made-white-chicks-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-3620181029673437417</id><published>2007-09-11T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T12:33:37.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Text/Kanye West</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__wWfzM-ikTE/RubtYJbp8EI/AAAAAAAAADw/30tsoon-7dU/s1600-h/415u3Sm79mL__SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109031826402963522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__wWfzM-ikTE/RubtYJbp8EI/AAAAAAAAADw/30tsoon-7dU/s320/415u3Sm79mL__SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anthony sent me a text&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;"Brooke I miss you!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Did he really expect me to respone back! I hope not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Everytime I think about calling him back or responding back to his texts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I remember everything he put me through, everything he said, and all the things he done to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm sooo done with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But anywayz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I havent had a "boyfriend" in almost a year now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and I REALLY want one. It sucks really!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Its starting to make me want guys that I use to date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Like I hated them a few months ago but now I wish they would call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;on the flip side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KANYE WEST CD INSTORES TODAY!!!!! [9/11]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yay!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;GO GET IT&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/3336957428487297273-3620181029673437417?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/3620181029673437417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=3620181029673437417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/3620181029673437417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/3620181029673437417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2007/09/textkanye-west.html' title='Text/Kanye West'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__wWfzM-ikTE/RubtYJbp8EI/AAAAAAAAADw/30tsoon-7dU/s72-c/415u3Sm79mL__SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-630107327325364801</id><published>2007-09-08T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T22:11:12.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NIGHT MARE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/74/Fuseli_nightmare.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/74/Fuseli_nightmare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;yeaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;ok remember that guy i wrote about, that my cousin liked only because I do. Well we were sitting on the stairs and he asked me like what type of guys i like. I was telling him. oh yea wat brought us to the subject. Well we were at like this get together that turned out HUGH. It was in a parking lot it had to be over a hundred people. Well a fight broke out and some guys tried to fight him, (oh yea his name is Evan) well he was wearing this backpack which had something valuable in it. What? I have no clue. So they started to like jump on him. I saved the backpack lol. So he ended up getting away. With the help of me and there were these stairs that led to nowhere really. I guess they lead to the sky. We started like running up the stairs. Its weird but he ended up on one side of the stairs and I ended up on the other. You know how stair cases are. one side going down and the other going up. well anyways. He was like behind some gate on the other side. We were talking and somehow my cousin's name was brought up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"That's my cousin," i told him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Can you hook us up?" Evan asked me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok like WTF!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;I told him how much I hated guys my age because they were immature and almost always tried to talk to girl wayyy younger than they are. Come on now. He's 19 and shes 15. I don't know about anyone else but that's a huge age difference to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;But anyways. I'm glad it was only a nightmare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;yes it was a dream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-630107327325364801?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/630107327325364801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=630107327325364801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/630107327325364801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/630107327325364801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2007/09/night-mare.html' title='NIGHT MARE'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-7927819927471642409</id><published>2007-09-06T12:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T12:46:25.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vick'/><title type='text'>Numb.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;I just wish i could find somebody that I actually LIKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;its this guy Vick I use to date along time ago. like last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;he was just to jealous. He use to cuss me out on my voicemail if i didnt answer or call when i said i would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;lol. he's funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;but we just got back intouch. &amp; no im not about to start back dating him. just friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;hes cool tho..his into music. hes in a band or watever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;but we'll see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-7927819927471642409?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/7927819927471642409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=7927819927471642409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/7927819927471642409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/7927819927471642409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2007/09/numb.html' title='Numb.'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-4237210189303198167</id><published>2007-09-05T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T17:16:21.904-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anthony'/><title type='text'>Feels Like Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I haven't posted anything in a while. Much hasn't really been going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anthony called me like 2 days ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I didnt answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Im sooooo done with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;now I'm just looking for someone to love me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its this guy that lives around my house that I like but theres only one problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;he lives around my house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I got a job!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ummmmmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my lifes pretty boring right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but my friends got alot of drama going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well Ciara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;shes dating this younger guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she already hooked up with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;now some girl is saying hes her boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Brittany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;is going through some major love triangle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;he likes this guy that her friend likes but brittany made out with the guy at her friends party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;now she hates her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and she made out with another guy her friend likes but he was origanlly just both of their friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yea i kno...i dont get it either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i wonder wat erics doing right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i heard him and his girlfriend are back together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i know this may sound evil but even tho i didnt break them up on purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i wish they would break up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i wish that was enough to make them never talk to each other again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i want him all to myself and i cant have him if they broke up or not but i just dont want him with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;is that bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i wish he wasnt so soft and didnt let her run all over him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;shes just a peasent and im the motherfucking princess!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-4237210189303198167?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/4237210189303198167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=4237210189303198167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/4237210189303198167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/4237210189303198167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2007/09/feels-like.html' title='Feels Like Forever'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-7911854805519882511</id><published>2007-08-27T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T19:14:20.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you spell s.t.r.e.s.s.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;College is not for the poor...or the rich!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-7911854805519882511?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/7911854805519882511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=7911854805519882511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/7911854805519882511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/7911854805519882511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2007/08/can-you-spell-stress.html' title='Can you spell s.t.r.e.s.s.'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-2907997095427966592</id><published>2007-08-26T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T02:32:52.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric'/><title type='text'>well well well</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm starting to see the bigger picture....Everything is soooo much clearer now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and tell me why???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was driving I had my friend with me. I was like I should show you Eric's car. (he got it painted because his girlfriend scratched it up) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"That's him in front of us!!!" i said.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it looked like he was in the car alone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"he in there by his self," Brittany said.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and as she said that we saw a head pop up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what!! blow job!! lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer, huh? lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-2907997095427966592?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/2907997095427966592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=2907997095427966592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/2907997095427966592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/2907997095427966592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2007/08/well-well-well.html' title='well well well'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-2269839990366155199</id><published>2007-08-25T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T01:55:32.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flashback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Flashback #2: I love Eric</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I was just thinking, remembering when I actually liked &lt;strong&gt;Eric&lt;/strong&gt; and he felt the same way about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I was at the park with my friends and he was there. He gave me his number. I didn't call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I saw him at the park and he was &lt;strong&gt;flirting&lt;/strong&gt;. I didnt think much of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;So one night I was at the park me and my friends and he was flirting MAJORLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;It was still kinda cold out side so I had on a jacket and my skull and bone scarf that I always wear and it was hanging outside the bottom of my jacket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;He was pulling on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"I thought that was a belt," he said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Then he started going in my jeans pockets (can you say free fills lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Of course I flirted back because I alllwwwaayyysss liked him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;So me and my friend was talking about how we be at the club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"Brooke always doing that little roll, do yo roll for Eric," she said pretty much instigating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;She scared of me"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"I am not scared of you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;He kept putting his fingers in my belt loops. We was all hugged up and everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just wanna cry now remembering.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Like one time we were at the park. He was checking me out looking me up and down. He always say stuff like I'm skinny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"I be back"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"Where you going?" he asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"I'm hungry. I'm about go home and eat a fork of spaghetti," I said joking but I was serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"Naw folks you need to eat more than that. Eat a couple plates."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"Whatever," I said as I walked off smiling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I looked back giving him the "eyes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;When I came back he was driving back into the park and stuck his &lt;strong&gt;tongue&lt;/strong&gt; out at me and I did it back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;OMG!!! I &lt;strong&gt;loved&lt;/strong&gt; that boy crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;After the night of flirting I felt &lt;strong&gt;confident&lt;/strong&gt; enough to call him up. I think it was like the next day or a few days later or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I was sitting in my moms car and I &lt;strong&gt;called&lt;/strong&gt; him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"Hello," he answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"Hey Eric, what you doing?" I was nervous as hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"Nothing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"you know who this is?" I asked already knowing the answer, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"naw who is this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"Its Brooke."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"Brooke? Where I know you from?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"WHAT?! You dont know me now. Its Brooke," I couldn't believe my ears. What a slap in the face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"Naw I dont remember no Brooke's," he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"IIght let me call you back," i hung up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I know that did not just happen. Was what I was thinking. How could he.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;He called back. I had a special ring tone for him and my &lt;strong&gt;heart &lt;/strong&gt;dropped when I heard it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I didnt answer. I was pissed. So he called again. Yea I smiling from ear to ear. He must had something he really wanted to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"Hello," I answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"Man I was just playing with you why you hang up," he said. I was sooooooooo relieved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"I said I was gone call you back," I said knowing I was never calling back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"What you doing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"Nothing. Ain't nothing to do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I really don't remember everything that was said but I do remember this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"Well just call me when you free"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! the ultimate scream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"ok"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I was tooooo excited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Soooo I saw him at the park again. His best friend was going to the store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"Y'all want something?" his friend asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"Yea A bottle of Evian?" I was just shouting out stuff, "and a &lt;strong&gt;honey bun&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"I got a honey bun for yo ass," Eric said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"Shut up," I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;All day we kept saying little stuff like that to each other. I teased him about him playing basketball and he teased me about being&lt;strong&gt; skinny.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Can you say grade school flirting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;So I dropped my friend off at home and called him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"Why you leave us?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"You still at the park?" he asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"yea, and you just left us"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"You still at the park for real," he asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"no I'm just playing, I just dropped Brittany off at home"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"What you about to do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"Nothing ain't nothing to do"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"yea its not nothing to do"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"that's cus you boring," i said joking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"naw yall the ones who dont drink."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"Yea I dont have to do that stuff to have fun"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;and we talked and talked. I kept cracking jokes because that me! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"Im about to call Mike and see what he doing,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"iight"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Oh yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"I guess I'm about to go in the house," i said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;we kept saying stuff like that but neither one of us initiated that we should kick it. It was like we were waiting on each other to say it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;So I was &lt;strong&gt;driving&lt;/strong&gt; down my block and &lt;strong&gt;I saw him&lt;/strong&gt; turning the corner. If only I was a minute or two early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Now the &lt;strong&gt;fairytale&lt;/strong&gt;...or love story is over. I really like him and wanted to be with him. I really wish I coulda been his girlfriend. But now that a never happen so I'm trying to get over but I just start to remember everything. I really don't feel like typing everything that happened. I will finish one day. Eric and I always get into some type of drama together. I just wonder what the future holds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD please no more bad luck, and drama, just goodness!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-2269839990366155199?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/2269839990366155199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=2269839990366155199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/2269839990366155199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/2269839990366155199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2007/08/flashback-2-i-love-eric.html' title='Flashback #2: I love Eric'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-8015479888990069972</id><published>2007-08-24T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T14:33:30.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'>How to deal</title><content type='html'>with STRESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i pretty much zoned out since yesterday. i haven't talked to my friends in days and the keep calling. I really just wanna block all communication from the outside world. Sit around in this house and rot to death. Just my luck huh? No school! WHY MEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo i wrote a song last night. tried to record it today and hated how it sounded. I just cant get into it and its pissing me off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I dont know if I should call my friends back or not.&lt;br /&gt;cus i really dont wanna talk about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im trying to hold it in. I say to my self "stop being a cry baby, dont cry, dont cry"&lt;br /&gt;but i really want to go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im waiting on a miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONATE TO THE POOR!! ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol! im serious&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-8015479888990069972?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/8015479888990069972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=8015479888990069972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/8015479888990069972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/8015479888990069972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-to-deal.html' title='How to deal'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-1658268577062052774</id><published>2007-08-23T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T16:32:34.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cry'/><title type='text'>College Cry Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How could this happen to me now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got on the computer to check my loan status. School starts in two weeks and I'm still not registered for class. I was waiting on my loan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wasnt apporved. This is the third time I tried to apply and I thought with the co signer I had I would get the loan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sat in the bathroom for about 15 minutes, crying asking why, when I want to be in school soooo bad. I would still be in the bathroom right now if my little sister didnt come knocking at the door. This is sooo stressful. My parents want me in school but they are not supporting me finacialy. They say the dont have the money. Finacail aid didnt give me much. I guess my mom makes to much. I cried. I cried and I meant it. I really wish I could go to school this semester. I would like to think that God has something better in store for me but thats the same thing I thought the last semester I took off. Its meant for me to be in school I know it. What else am I suppose to do with my life if not school?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;College is very expensive. Tooo expensive for no reason really. I just really wanna go back. My major is Journalism. Yeaa I like to write. It just hurts soo bad when you cant get something you want. Some kids wish they never had to go to school and here I am begging to go. All I need is a reason for this happening. A lesson. I dont know. Now my eyes are burning for crying soo hard. My plan is to hide. Stay locked up in this house. Study nothing. Whats my next move? I wish I knew. I guess its just not for everyone. I went 1 semester and it just seems like its not meant for me to go back but now my heart is hurt because I wanna go to school sooo bad. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-1658268577062052774?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/1658268577062052774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=1658268577062052774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/1658268577062052774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/1658268577062052774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2007/08/college-cry-baby.html' title='College Cry Baby'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-6534444020646276542</id><published>2007-08-22T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T21:54:48.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lilly allen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschool musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zac efron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><title type='text'>just to keep you updated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__wWfzM-ikTE/Rs0RXZbp79I/AAAAAAAAAC8/EBTmAiJSGVo/s1600-h/lily-allen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101753046542184402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__wWfzM-ikTE/Rs0RXZbp79I/AAAAAAAAAC8/EBTmAiJSGVo/s320/lily-allen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lilly is sooo cool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nothing really has been going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well i did talk to Anthony last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;he was tweaking like really kept saying things like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"thats how you gone do me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"you acting a fool"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"now you gone act like you dont know what I'm talking about like you dont know whats going on"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was laughing sooo hard b'cus I had no idea what he was talking about and he was soooo serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;like whats up with that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-I talked to Happy today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-I got a HUGH crush on Zac Efron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-I am like sooo jealous of his relationship with Vanessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Who ever thought High School Musical was gonna be such a hit. and who would have thought that I would actually have a HUGE crush on ZAC!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__wWfzM-ikTE/Rs0SV5bp7-I/AAAAAAAAADE/ZUjPwpVoNQ4/s1600-h/090506_efronwhite300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101754120284008418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="254" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__wWfzM-ikTE/Rs0SV5bp7-I/AAAAAAAAADE/ZUjPwpVoNQ4/s320/090506_efronwhite300.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-6534444020646276542?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/6534444020646276542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=6534444020646276542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/6534444020646276542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/6534444020646276542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-to-keep-you-updated.html' title='just to keep you updated'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__wWfzM-ikTE/Rs0RXZbp79I/AAAAAAAAAC8/EBTmAiJSGVo/s72-c/lily-allen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-1534172403159409726</id><published>2007-08-20T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T14:16:20.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bordem</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;There is nothing to do today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm super bored and drowsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Well Anthony tried to talk to another friend of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm not impressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I do wish that i could find love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;A guy thats perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;That takes me places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;buys me things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;expresses his love for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;thats honest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and loyal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;some one that im very comfortable around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;thats tough but sensitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;that understands that the world revolves around Brooke lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;that loves me much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;that i can sit and watch 100 movies with and never get bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;that i can be on the phone with for hours saying nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;thats not only out for sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;someone who is religious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;some one who has morals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;thats smart and RICH!! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;that understands that family comes first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;thats mature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and very attractive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-1534172403159409726?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/1534172403159409726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=1534172403159409726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/1534172403159409726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/1534172403159409726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2007/08/bordem.html' title='Bordem'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-1680811442081312939</id><published>2007-08-17T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T14:02:57.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad Pitt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty Rumors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angelina Joile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anthony'/><title type='text'>Dirty Rumors</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099777364153527634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__wWfzM-ikTE/RsYMfi_y7VI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pZasC-pHy0U/s320/angelina-jolie-brad-pitt-dining.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__wWfzM-ikTE/RsYJ7S_y7UI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zQlhyxrRSro/s1600-h/jolie-pitt-family-museum-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__wWfzM-ikTE/RsYJ7S_y7UI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zQlhyxrRSro/s1600-h/jolie-pitt-family-museum-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Every time I think its over something new comes up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anthony this is what Anthony told me last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Brooke you know Eric looking for you," he laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Yeah he looking for you too," I said pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Naw, naw for real. I was with the guys today. They crazy. You 'posed to had fucked Eric," Now I was just shocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"WHAT?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Yeah, you 'posed to had fucked Eric and Happy," I couldn't believe my ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"yea he looking for you. He said he need to talk to you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How did this manage to happen. I bet it was all Anthony's doing because Eric would never spread a rumor like this. For me and him not to even talk to each other we get into a lot of drama together. Its almost like we might as well mess around since that is what is being said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMAZING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/3336957428487297273-1680811442081312939?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/1680811442081312939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=1680811442081312939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/1680811442081312939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/1680811442081312939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2007/08/dirty-rumors.html' title='Dirty Rumors'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__wWfzM-ikTE/RsYMfi_y7VI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pZasC-pHy0U/s72-c/angelina-jolie-brad-pitt-dining.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-5852143401333633467</id><published>2007-08-16T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T13:25:18.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black Snake Moan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot chick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uffie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. and Mrs. Smith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I think I love my wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roll Bounce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anthony'/><title type='text'>My Decision!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;-I decided to not take &lt;strong&gt;Anthony&lt;/strong&gt; serious anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;-He texted Ciara saying &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;you never have time for me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Like WHAT THE FUCK&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;-He really needs to get it together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;-So I'm not going to worry about &lt;strong&gt;disrespecting&lt;/strong&gt; him by being we other guys {&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;his friends for example&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;-I'm learning to let alot of things go and to not settle for less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;-So &lt;strong&gt;losers&lt;/strong&gt; don't even try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;-Anthony just called me twice. I didn't answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;-I cant talk to him everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;plus when I'm mad at him and I talk to him I seem to forget that I was even mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;-He's no good for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;My cousin who betrayed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Ok I have a cousin who betrayed me now the whole family disowned her {&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can you say &lt;strong&gt;MAFIA&lt;/strong&gt; she's lucky shes still alive..lucky this is not the Sopranos LOL&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Well Everything I like she likes because shes a &lt;strong&gt;follower&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;So its this guy that's hot. She likes him only because I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I seek &lt;strong&gt;revenge&lt;/strong&gt; yes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;so just wait to she see me riding around with him in his car! &lt;strong&gt;YAY&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm Like Hot Chick that you can't even touch!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uffie so Cool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099541832441982226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__wWfzM-ikTE/RsU2Ry_y7RI/AAAAAAAAAAU/btk8IGlhDL0/s320/409117176_c34543de98.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a movie Junkie!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well Today I Watched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Smith {my fav!!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think I love my wife {So funny!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Black Snake Moan {GREAT!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Roll Bounce {Bow wow is sooo HOT!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Learned from the Big Screen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A9G_RtlfOcVGX0YApGyjzbkF/SIG=14u65fbh0/EXP=1187416799/**http%3A//us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/fox_searchlight/i_think_i_love_my_wife/_group_photos/chris_rock1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A9G_RtlfOcVGX0YApGyjzbkF/SIG=14u65fbh0/EXP=1187416799/**http%3A//us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/fox_searchlight/i_think_i_love_my_wife/_group_photos/chris_rock1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"You lose money chasing women but to never lose women chasing money" Just a quote that I remembered for &lt;em&gt;I think I Love my Wife. &lt;/em&gt;This movie helped me understand to stop looking for all the flaws in a relationship and be happy with what's there. Everything is not what it seems. You may be with your boyfriend and meet another guy that's just HOT but is he really worth losing someone you shared almost everything with???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2006/04/23/arts/23john.395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2006/04/23/arts/23john.395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Black Snake Moan&lt;/em&gt; was a very interesting movie. Its kind of funny because even though I'm a virgin I think that I'm going to be a &lt;strong&gt;sex addict&lt;/strong&gt; and that's like my biggest fear! Just remember take control because you're the only one that's in control of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A9gnMiFtPcVGsKkAcAyjzbkF/SIG=13eisrko2/EXP=1187417837/**http%3A//www.down.co.il/DB/MOVIES/Actions/Mr_And_Mrs_Smith/Z_Mr_And_Mrs_Smith43420147105.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A9gnMiFtPcVGsKkAcAyjzbkF/SIG=13eisrko2/EXP=1187417837/**http%3A//www.down.co.il/DB/MOVIES/Actions/Mr_And_Mrs_Smith/Z_Mr_And_Mrs_Smith43420147105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Call me crazy but I've always wanted to have a &lt;strong&gt;huge fight&lt;/strong&gt; with my boyfriend like in &lt;em&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Smith&lt;/em&gt;. Wouldn't that be hot? Ok I know I'm not like the only one who feels this way. This movie is so hot. Maybe because Angie {&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's what I call her&lt;/span&gt;} and Brad are like the sexiest people in HollyHell {&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's what I call it&lt;/span&gt;}. I'm like Angie's biggest fan and honestly I get some of my swag {&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;personality or COOLness&lt;/span&gt;} from her. This movie is clearly the best. Who wouldn't want to be a hot assassin and fight off bad guys with a sexy guy like Brad Pitt on your side. Next relationship I'm in has to be kick ass like this one! Bonnie and Clyde or Mr. and Mrs. Smith either way love is war and I got a few ex's who ass I wanna kick just like in this movie. Just imagine the sex after a fight like that. Tantalizing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A9gnMiaxP8VGI2cAgxGjzbkF/SIG=12bib16vb/EXP=1187418417/**http%3A//thecia.com.au/reviews/r/images/roll-bounce-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A9gnMiaxP8VGI2cAgxGjzbkF/SIG=12bib16vb/EXP=1187418417/**http%3A//thecia.com.au/reviews/r/images/roll-bounce-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I simply enjoy this fun film. It just makes me want to put on some roller skates and get on the floor even though I might fall flat on my butt. Bow wow did good. I really think in &lt;em&gt;Roll Bounce&lt;/em&gt; his performance was at its best. I love this movie plus I met like half the cast, well the guys at least, and I actually &lt;strong&gt;dated&lt;/strong&gt; one of the guys. Bet you a never guess who?? {&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;} I'll never tell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;by the way Anthony just called like 10 times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;JERK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-5852143401333633467?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/5852143401333633467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=5852143401333633467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/5852143401333633467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/5852143401333633467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-decision.html' title='My Decision!'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__wWfzM-ikTE/RsU2Ry_y7RI/AAAAAAAAAAU/btk8IGlhDL0/s72-c/409117176_c34543de98.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-17468494186846689</id><published>2007-08-15T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T15:09:31.122-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex-girlfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virgin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keisha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rush Hour 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anthony'/><title type='text'>Update!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Remember the crazii night and Anthony's &lt;strong&gt;ex-girlfriend&lt;/strong&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well she busted his car windows out that same night. So now he's like missing all of his windows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;GREAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I wanna kick her ass but I'm not  going to feed into that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well me and Anthony is talking again!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;GREAT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I went outside with &lt;strong&gt;Happy&lt;/strong&gt; last night. I love that guy. He's such a bad guy lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Either he doesn't know about what happened between me, Anthony and Eric or he's just playing it off real good because they all live in this neighborhood and they are all &lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt;. {that sucks!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh yea I'm really changing my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUESS WHAT HAPPENED?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well I went to the movies to see &lt;strong&gt;Rush Hour 3&lt;/strong&gt; so my phone was on silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I saw I had 4 missed calls all from a private caller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I instantly thought &lt;strong&gt;KEISHA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but it was a girl and this is what she said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Bitch I found your number in my mans phone, he got all type of stuff dumb bitch he got aids and you gone &lt;strong&gt;die &lt;/strong&gt;too hoe"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well luckly I'm a &lt;strong&gt;VIRGIN&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but like who calls a random girl in her boyfriends phone and says he has aids and why is she even with him???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so not cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To top it off she didnt leave her name or his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Like WTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;he could be anybody and so could I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it didnt sound like Keisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;laughed&lt;/strong&gt; at the whole situtaion because I have so much drama going on at once right now and its crazii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I really wanna know who the guy is so I can know &lt;strong&gt;NOT to hook up&lt;/strong&gt; with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is just all to much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And it could be anybody. A guy I never talked to that had my number for years. I told Happy I told Anthony... I dont think its them anyways but I guess i'll find out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-17468494186846689?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/17468494186846689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=17468494186846689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/17468494186846689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/17468494186846689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2007/08/update.html' title='Update!!'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-5353484851281815118</id><published>2007-08-14T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T13:22:33.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hook up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>This is just GREAT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;remember Eric??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yea well his girlfriend cussed him out because..me I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Where Anthony been at?" his girl asked him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"I saw him last night with two girls," Eric answered her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Who?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"I don't know the girls. Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So Ciara told her it was me and her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"I asked about Anthony, he told me he saw him," Eric's girl friend Keisha told Ciara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Yea me and Brooke was with him," Ciara told her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"That's why he didn't wanna tell me who Anthony was with because of Brooke. I heard from people that she be looking for him," Keisha told her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LIKE WHAT THE FUCK?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How did my name get in this??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;GREAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anthony called me to tell me that Eric woke up with missed calls and voice mails and it was Keisha calling cussing him out talking about..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"So you was with Brooke last night. Y'all hung out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Supposedly, Eric tried to hook up with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Never happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Supposedly he hopped in the car and we all got drunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Never happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We didn't even look at each other let along HOOK UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How did I manage to get in that. I haven't seen or talked to this guy in months and I know him just like I know everybody else off the strength that we all went to school together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I really hope that they don't break up over such a misunderstanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Because I heard that they had a big fight. BIG FIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but I'm changing my name because I don't wanna be in nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;God please help me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;these people are insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-5353484851281815118?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/5353484851281815118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=5353484851281815118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/5353484851281815118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/5353484851281815118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-just-great.html' title='This is just GREAT!'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-4682683205204037459</id><published>2007-08-14T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T12:52:42.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbreak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anthony'/><title type='text'>Love is a Losing Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I woke up yesterday morning with lots of missed calls and voicemails. I talked to Anthony he wanted to know if it was really over. Deep down inside I didnt want to let him go. I love him too much but I know that if I stick around the drama is only gonna get worst. He told me that he couldnt lose me. He said he just couldnt take that lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept asking me "is this the end, so its over" and I never answered so he knew that I didnt want to end it. So he started asking me to make it official.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whats the difference from being girlfriend and boyfriend and what we have now," he asked me.&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing," I answered him.&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly," he responed back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I dont know how we got to this point but he was like ok I cant keep doing this. Then he asked me if he could talk to my friend. MY FRIEND. the girl we were with last nigth, Ciara. He told me he liked her and if he could have sex with her and would every thing between me and him would be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago he asked me the same thing and I hooked them up but at the time it didnt matter that much to me then but it still did because how could he do something like that to me if he cared about me sooo much. I told him he could but it hurt me. He told me he need a girlfriend he's not gay and I guess since I wasnt trying to be it he was gone go to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me he would do anything for me and I know every word of that was true and I would do anything for him but as much as he loves me he destroys me at the same time. I never had heartbreak the way I have it now almost to the point where I want to call him and say lets be together. I thought I had never been inlove but now I know I've been inlove the whole time. I never felt heart ach before and now I feel it for someone that I thought was really nothing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as it hurts I gotta let it go. Its eating me up inside that he would even do that to ME. I know I'm wrong too but just like I asked him how would he feel if I hooked up with one of his friends. I'm almost to the point where I just want to delete all the number out of my phone and start new. Its almost impossible for me not to talk to him or have him in my life because he is a big part of me. Hopefully just like all the other times we end up friends again because I love him soo much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-4682683205204037459?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/4682683205204037459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=4682683205204037459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/4682683205204037459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/4682683205204037459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-is-losing-game.html' title='Love is a Losing Game'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-5795309308969975555</id><published>2007-08-13T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T16:03:12.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex-girlfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attached'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anthony'/><title type='text'>What a night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was with &lt;strong&gt;Anthony&lt;/strong&gt; last night and he really pissed me off. I really care about him and I know he a do &lt;strong&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/strong&gt; for me but I just can't commit. He wants a &lt;strong&gt;relationship&lt;/strong&gt; but I'm just not sure if I can give him that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Last night was soooo crazy. First him and his friend came and got me and we went and pick up my friend. Its like she has a super guard up. She don't even wanna talk to new guys. He was just asking for her name and stuff and she wouldn't even took at him. so we took her back home after they &lt;strong&gt;cussed&lt;/strong&gt; her out and went and got my other friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We rode around went and bought something to drink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the liquor store..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anthony's friend Benny went and bought us something to drink. So we pull up in this lot and we all just got &lt;strong&gt;drunk&lt;/strong&gt;... Anthony threw the bottle out his sunroof and &lt;strong&gt;broke his back window out&lt;/strong&gt;.. Can you say DRUNK. We had to go to the gas station and vacuum all the glass out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now we riding around without a back window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm driving and Anthony's &lt;strong&gt;ex-girlfriend&lt;/strong&gt; pull up on the side of use and says "HEY BOO," to  him like I'm supposed to be mad. But what pissed me off is that she called his phone, left 3 voice mails saying that I'm a fourth grader..GREAT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ready to &lt;strong&gt;fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We go back to the liquor store and see his friends &lt;strong&gt;Eric&lt;/strong&gt; and Isiah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I got mad because he told Eric that I had been looking for him all day. I had been asking about him. I was pissed. Plus he called me a bird! great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We leave them me and Anthony are still arguing. My friend is driving his car now. i go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He called my phone at least &lt;strong&gt;30&lt;/strong&gt; times last night or more. Left&lt;strong&gt; 6&lt;/strong&gt; voice mails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He told me he really wanna be with me, he &lt;strong&gt;loves me&lt;/strong&gt;, and all this stuff. Im thinking to myself I can not forgive him this time but its like im just to &lt;strong&gt;attached&lt;/strong&gt; to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so i put my phone on silent and woke up with missed calls and voicemails. He wanted to know if I was serious about what I had said the other night. I told him &lt;strong&gt;we were over &lt;/strong&gt;and I wasnt gonna talk to him anymore..I'm too attached!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-5795309308969975555?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/5795309308969975555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=5795309308969975555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/5795309308969975555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/5795309308969975555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-night.html' title='What a night'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-2295516869311268436</id><published>2007-08-11T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T15:02:14.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>Just thinking......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Last night as I was driving I saw &lt;strong&gt;Trey&lt;/strong&gt; standing outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I started to remember when I didn't like him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm just the type of person that hates to put myself out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It may not seem like a big deal to other people but it is to me. It took alot for me to let him know I was even interested in him. I'm a person with alot of &lt;strong&gt;pride&lt;/strong&gt; and I let that go for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I started to realize that maybe my standards are to high but then again I have alot of &lt;strong&gt;confidence&lt;/strong&gt; and I hate guys that lack that. I'm starting to set new goals for myself and not even get involved with guys that are a waste of time. I'll keep the old ones around for a while but no new &lt;strong&gt;low-life's&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm starting to think that guys are really &lt;strong&gt;intimidated&lt;/strong&gt; by me. I'm not like other girls I'm kinda conservative if that's what you wanna call it. I do &lt;strong&gt;flirt&lt;/strong&gt; alot, I like to have fun, and be the center of attention but I'm very mature about things. I don't smoke, drink or hook up with random guys. I'm smart I have a future and guys are intimidated because they feel that they are not good enough for me. I just want somebody who cares about me, that's as &lt;strong&gt;romantic&lt;/strong&gt; as I am and sees a relationship as more then just sex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have always had guys knocking at my door, just not the ones I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-2295516869311268436?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/2295516869311268436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=2295516869311268436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/2295516869311268436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/2295516869311268436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-thinking.html' title='Just thinking......'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-840622467567948219</id><published>2007-08-10T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T13:17:08.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback #1: Kiss and Don't Tell</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;While I was still in a "relationship" with Larry I &lt;strong&gt;hooked up&lt;/strong&gt; with this other guy, Curtis*. My friend and I were having movie night. He called my phone and asked if he could stop by so me and my friend went outside to talk to him. It was him and his 2 brothers anywayz we were talking all hugged and stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then they suggested we sit in the &lt;strong&gt;car&lt;/strong&gt; since it was like the winter time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why did I get in that &lt;strong&gt;backseat&lt;/strong&gt; with him???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He kept kissing on me. So we ended up &lt;strong&gt;making out&lt;/strong&gt; and just a little more. Then he asked me to come to his house. &lt;strong&gt;NO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He knew I had a boyfriend and I later found out that they knew each other. They only lived a few blocks away from each other and went to &lt;strong&gt;elementary school together&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I only felt bad because that was the &lt;strong&gt;first time&lt;/strong&gt; me and Curtis kicked it and here I was having a major make out session with him and couldn't even kiss my own boyfriend.. *&lt;em&gt;confused*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I still talk to Curtis now. Why????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh yea and by the way we were in a truck and one of his brothers was in the truck watching us and my friend and his other brother was in the front seat arguing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-840622467567948219?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/840622467567948219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=840622467567948219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/840622467567948219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/840622467567948219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2007/08/ok-while-i-was-still-in-relationship.html' title='Flashback #1: Kiss and Don&apos;t Tell'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-5921689461607519087</id><published>2007-08-09T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T22:08:13.197-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brandon Hines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Facebook: Trey</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am like so not &lt;strong&gt;tripping&lt;/strong&gt; right now..but I did send him a message liked he ask for and he did not reply..and yes he has been online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;he hates me *tear*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but meanwhile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love &lt;strong&gt;Brandon Hines&lt;/strong&gt; music..its like his voice just relaxes me and I feel as if I'm in &lt;strong&gt;heaven&lt;/strong&gt; {I know I'm a &lt;strong&gt;dork&lt;/strong&gt;} I forget about all of my problems.&lt;strong&gt; I LOVE HIM!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-5921689461607519087?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/5921689461607519087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=5921689461607519087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/5921689461607519087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/5921689461607519087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2007/08/facebook-trey.html' title='Facebook: Trey'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-6172692524644794460</id><published>2007-08-08T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T16:52:18.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Just a few things that I'm tired of waiting for....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trey.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well for starters I still haven't replied to Trey and I'm ready to start something with him {friendship or relationship} NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For guys to give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well at least this guy that likes me. Evertime he asks why we are not together I tell him. He just don't take NO! for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Real love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have never been in love. EVER.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My real life to start.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This just can't be right. This can't be life. To much war not enough love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The perfect love song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are many songs that I relate to and sounds as if they were written for me but I wish there was just one song that said it all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My prayers to be answered.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everynight I pray of course. and there is something I always ask for and I have been asking for this everysince I was 10.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comments!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lol yea what does it takes to get a few comments on here. Guess I'm not that interesting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-6172692524644794460?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/6172692524644794460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=6172692524644794460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/6172692524644794460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/6172692524644794460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-few-things-that-im-tired-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-49919720852766794</id><published>2007-08-08T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T01:48:25.964-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris Brown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keisha Cole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brandon Hines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Jeezy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Confusing &amp;&amp; Celebs they remind of</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; Trey responded...and now I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; to do. I'm so effing confused. I'm scared to tell him, childish of me right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I just like him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; much that I don't want nothing to mess it up. Like what should I send him? Like what should I say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;This sucks! Majorly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are some celebs the guys remind me of:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Larry reminds me of Chris Brown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="170" alt="" src="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/i/Q/O/stomptheyardpic3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy reminds me of Young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jeezy&lt;/span&gt; or Gucci Mane &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="263" alt="" src="http://z.about.com/d/rap/1/7/N/8/-/-/YoungJeezyTheIinspiration.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trey reminds me of Brandon Hines&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096243815679890818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__wWfzM-ikTE/Rrl-v9JhlYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PWtAglV8HKE/s320/977584363_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I talked to Anthony today and my feelings for him is still not as strong as they use to be. I really feel that I cant trust him and I feel that maybe if I wasn't involved with him then I wouldn't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of the problems I have now. But how do I let him go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lyrics to listen to and understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You need to get if he don't wanna, Love you the right way He ain't gonna"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from Let it go by Keisha Cole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-49919720852766794?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/49919720852766794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=49919720852766794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/49919720852766794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/49919720852766794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2007/08/confusing-celebs-they-remind-of.html' title='Confusing &amp;&amp; Celebs they remind of'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__wWfzM-ikTE/Rrl-v9JhlYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PWtAglV8HKE/s72-c/977584363_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-475923430775003625</id><published>2007-08-07T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T21:08:08.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Facebook Honesty Box: Trey {Can you say impatient??}</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok&lt;/strong&gt; I admit I was a little &lt;strong&gt;impatient&lt;/strong&gt;. Ok i was &lt;strong&gt;totally bugging&lt;/strong&gt;. Trey responded &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt;, and made my day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;his response!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnstate.facebook.com/profile.php?id=64502694"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnstate.facebook.com/profile.php?id=64502694"&gt;Trey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;send me a message 2 my inbox. all this mystery is pointless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cool beans&lt;/strong&gt;!! I feel relieved now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now lets see how far this goes...knowing my luck {nowhere} but I'm going to stay positive because I'm &lt;strong&gt;AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy Birthday Atta!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe he really is my Superman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-475923430775003625?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/475923430775003625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=475923430775003625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/475923430775003625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/475923430775003625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2007/08/facebook-honesty-box-trey-can-you-say.html' title='Facebook Honesty Box: Trey {Can you say impatient??}'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-513485736515268986</id><published>2007-08-07T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T14:48:24.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Facebook Honesty Box: Trey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ok there's this guy that I &lt;strong&gt;really &lt;/strong&gt;like. He raps and I always like his music and a friend of mine is friends with him. One day I was with my friend and we went to Trey's*, the guy I like, barber shop. That was my &lt;strong&gt;first time&lt;/strong&gt; seeing him in person and that was like 3 months ago &amp;amp; every since then I cant stop thinking about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a &lt;strong&gt;Facebook&lt;/strong&gt; page and as soon as he got a &lt;strong&gt;honesty box&lt;/strong&gt; you better believe I was sending him anonymous messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and this is our exact conversation.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://colum.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1138950107"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u be my superman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnstate.facebook.com/profile.php?id=64502694"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnstate.facebook.com/profile.php?id=64502694"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;depends on who it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://colum.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1138950107"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't be disappointed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnstate.facebook.com/profile.php?id=64502694"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnstate.facebook.com/profile.php?id=64502694"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why dnt u tell me and find out, cuz I might wnt u 2 be my superwoman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnstate.facebook.com/profile.php?id=64502694"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeaa but if i told you, you still wont know who i am since we only saw each other once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnstate.facebook.com/profile.php?id=64502694"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnstate.facebook.com/profile.php?id=64502694"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how long ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnstate.facebook.com/profile.php?id=64502694"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnstate.facebook.com/profile.php?id=64502694"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u still should tell me cuz I prolly do kno who u are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://colum.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1138950107"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummmm it was like in June I think....... you know a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnstate.facebook.com/profile.php?id=64502694"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnstate.facebook.com/profile.php?id=64502694"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wut friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://colum.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1138950107"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this guy that live around me...i dont kno if i should tell you because it might be a give away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnstate.facebook.com/profile.php?id=64502694"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it bein a give away would be a good thing. cuz then we can possibly work toward me bein yo superman....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://colum.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1138950107"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well you kno 2 people i kno DJ* and Waterboy*...my friends use to talk to them but that dont really matter cus all i wanna do is get to know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;like where did i go &lt;strong&gt;wrong&lt;/strong&gt;. I knew I shouldn't have told him who the guys were. Its been like &lt;strong&gt;3 days&lt;/strong&gt; and he still haven't replied back (&lt;strong&gt;bummer&lt;/strong&gt;!), and yes I have been really bitter about it because I &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; like him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Real Names have been changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-513485736515268986?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/513485736515268986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=513485736515268986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/513485736515268986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/513485736515268986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2007/08/facebook-honesty-box-trey.html' title='Facebook Honesty Box: Trey'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336957428487297273.post-7025403715102578483</id><published>2007-08-06T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T14:50:04.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1:39am. I close my eyes and think about my day. The only thing that seems to cross my mind is how much I want to be with "him" and how much I wish "the one" I am with was "him". The only way for me to get this off my chest and stop letting is stress me is to blog it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm 19 years old, freshly, and my last "relationship" ended in December, He cheated. I never had strong feelings for him so it only hurt because I thought that I was the greatest thing, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;guess not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Let's Get To Know The Guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Larry*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I met him over the net to start with. That was in like 2003. I thought he was really cute and we started talking. It never got anywhere until recently. We got back in touch over &lt;strong&gt;Myspace&lt;/strong&gt; in the summer of 2006 and jumped right into a relationship (I must have been bored). I knew he was a male whore but I didn't really have intentions on having sex with him seeing that I was (or still am??) a virgin at the time. For some reason I couldn't kiss him (virgin lips also). We went through alot because alot of my friends know and &lt;strong&gt;HATE&lt;/strong&gt; him but we stuck through it. He was the biggest freak! &lt;strong&gt;Sex addict!&lt;/strong&gt; and here I am little miss &lt;strong&gt;Virgin Mary&lt;/strong&gt;. He cheated I found out over &lt;strong&gt;Facebook&lt;/strong&gt; and I broke up with him. Now he's &lt;strong&gt;engaged&lt;/strong&gt; and under aged (Better her that me! :) !!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Happy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I met him while I was &lt;strong&gt;dating Larry&lt;/strong&gt;. It was just one of those summer nights. I was hanging out with his friends and he liked me. I gave him my number and from then on we have been together (not in a relationship). Its been &lt;strong&gt;over a year&lt;/strong&gt; now and I have strong feelings for him but something is missing. Plus he's a &lt;strong&gt;rebel &lt;/strong&gt;without a cause. Can you say &lt;strong&gt;GANGSTA&lt;/strong&gt;?? My parents would just die. He is the only guy I feel that I can trust (and I have &lt;strong&gt;HUGH&lt;/strong&gt; trust issues). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anthony*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've know this guy since &lt;strong&gt;elementary school&lt;/strong&gt;. He has been through alot and I care about him. He keeps me laughing but I don't feel I can trust him at all. He's &lt;strong&gt;immature&lt;/strong&gt;, (huge turn-off) but for some reason I can' t leave him alone but since today my feelings for him is at an all time low low. He will probably do anything for me but he surrounds himself with &lt;strong&gt;prostitutes&lt;/strong&gt; literally and he feels that most girls are &lt;strong&gt;whores&lt;/strong&gt; (maybe that's why he's so attached to me because I'm not). Oh yea he is like best friends with &lt;strong&gt;Happy &lt;/strong&gt;and that SUCKS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Since 2007 started I've been through hell. There are soooooo many other guys and love mistakes its almost unbelievable. My life is a love song rather is a good in love forever song or cry for days eating gallons of ice cream love songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;*Names have been changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336957428487297273-7025403715102578483?l=brookeslovesong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/feeds/7025403715102578483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336957428487297273&amp;postID=7025403715102578483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/7025403715102578483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336957428487297273/posts/default/7025403715102578483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeslovesong.blogspot.com/2007/08/intro.html' title='Intro'/><author><name>Brooke Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00673415840104413013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_743_38692.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
