Darmen...are you OK? No seriously...are you OK? If I ever had the wrong mind to do that, I would die out of heart attack. But then again I have a right mind Lol. .:peace n luv:.

July 19, Night Just came from the precaribanna jam in my area, checked out the guys, watched them dance, ate, and left..thats it. You think I know...but I have no idea. .:peace n luv:.

Hey, Mizz_Lexus good question Lol. Let me see...what turns me on in a guy hmmm... -Sweet -Honest (hard to find) -Looks Decent (dont gotta be the finnest guy in the world but looks ok atleast) -Voice (nice and deep not to deep) -Personality Thatz All...I can't think of the rest but I got the important ones there. .:peace n luv:.

What Up?! You got beat up by a kid and you like his name? Lol. Well anywayz to your post, hun I honestly agree with you with the fact that many girls are lazy, but hey its nature, we tend to get lazy. I like the way you adressed your issue, unlike some men :rolleyes: . I also believe this goes the other way around as well too, not only girls but guys too. Some guys tend to just sit around as well. And as much as you care about your lazy-somalian-girls, I care about my lazy-somalian-guyz. Lol. (I thought men like girls with meat...Hmmm. :confused: ) .:peace n luv:.

Whats Up?! Before you read this poem I would like to say I didn't write it. I recieved it through email and it made me sad, na mean. Just read and tell me what you guys think. My name is Sarah, I am but three, My eyes are swollen, I cannot see, I must be dumb, I mush have been bad, What else could have made my daddy so mad? I wish I were better, I wish I weren’t ugly, Then maybe my mommy would still want to hug me, I can’t speak at all, I can’t do a wrong, Or else I’m locked up, all day long, When I awake I’m all alone, My house is dark my folks aren’t home, When my mommy does come I’ll try to be nice, So maybe I’ll get just one whipping tonight, Don’t make a sound! I just heard a car, My daddy is back from Charlie’s Bar, I hear him curse, my name he calls, I press myself against the wall, I try to hide from his evil eyes, I’m so afraid now I’m starting to cry, He finds me weeping he shouts ugly words, He says it’s my fault that he suffers at work, He slaps me and hits me and yells at me more, I finally get free and I run to the door, He’s already locked it and I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me against the hard wall, I fall to the floor with my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues with more bad words spoken, “I’m sorry!” I scream but it’s much too late, His face has been twisted into unimaginable hate, The hurt and the pain again and again, Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end! And he finally stops and heads for the door, While I lay there motionless sprawled on the floor, My name is Sarah and I am but three, Tonight my daddy murdered me. In reality this happens we all need to realize that. .:peace n luv:.