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mocha....</title><subtitle type='html'>a collection of personal thoughts, what I've seen heard and know!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><generator 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url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Q-ik5g_ROJs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-74776828958298028</id><published>2011-10-17T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T07:39:49.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fake and phony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KC5lNpZgauo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&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;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KC5lNpZgauo&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#POW me spreadin sum knowledge !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yessss follow me @wrecklessasfuk on twitter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/KC5lNpZgauo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-6782867319072561825</id><published>2011-01-25T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T11:36:05.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tainted perfection</title><content type='html'>lovin u no more i jus i jus i jus cant keep lovin u no more&lt;br /&gt;echos in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you yellin at me im yellin at you&lt;br /&gt;i get in your face you walk away&lt;br /&gt;i cry to myself as i hear your foot steps pace&lt;br /&gt;upon your return we pretend it's okay&lt;br /&gt;forced smilie's and still glances looking each others way&lt;br /&gt;some days i could tell you i hate you but i know that would be a lie&lt;br /&gt;we say things out of anger that often cut like a knife&lt;br /&gt;i cant leave u like this....&lt;br /&gt;anger on your mind and me with tear stained cheeks&lt;br /&gt;everytime you say i love you a part of me wonders&lt;br /&gt;do u love me when your mad&lt;br /&gt;do u love me when we argue&lt;br /&gt;do u love me when im not around?&lt;br /&gt;my past may seep into my present at times&lt;br /&gt;jading my thought's making me wonder if you'll be here&lt;br /&gt;making me wonder if your just another impending heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;but my mind always fights those thought's&lt;br /&gt;at times i forget you have thought's of your own&lt;br /&gt;paired with a jealous heart&lt;br /&gt;you probably wonder what i do when your not around&lt;br /&gt;there's no fight in me left ive done this before&lt;br /&gt;no dective shyt i refuse to explore&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to go looking for somthing when im not ready for whats in store&lt;br /&gt;i hope u feel the same cuz i dont keep locked doors&lt;br /&gt;i opened my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;i hope you opened your eyes&lt;br /&gt;my love is not a game&lt;br /&gt;not a toy or a consolation prize&lt;br /&gt;so when your mind starts to wonder know that im fully invested&lt;br /&gt;i love you to much not to prove this to you&lt;br /&gt;i hope you understand my words take heed to them too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dedicated to my heart i love u babe even wen im mad i love u if im sad i still love you and no matter what this worl puts us through we can make it together. i'll be your support system thats what im here for ily u my king everything will eventually fall into place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-6782867319072561825?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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eyes&lt;br /&gt;a menacing touch with no words rehearsed&lt;br /&gt;you love her and she told you first&lt;br /&gt;your futures clear with her near&lt;br /&gt;so keep her close and be sincere&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-471511579722814962?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/471511579722814962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=471511579722814962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/471511579722814962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/471511579722814962'/><link 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about&lt;br /&gt;of all the souls in all the world&lt;br /&gt;you couldnt have found a more perfect girl&lt;br /&gt;someone to share your dreams&lt;br /&gt;write you love poems and even sings&lt;br /&gt;when you sad she can make your day&lt;br /&gt;she seemingly makes all pain go away&lt;br /&gt;a soft kiss on the lips and loving eyes&lt;br /&gt;a menacing touch with no words rehearsed&lt;br /&gt;you love her and she told you first&lt;br /&gt;your futures clear with her near&lt;br /&gt;so keep her close and be sincere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this poem is dedicated to my heart.... i luv u jamie :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-8783347866898568525?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/8783347866898568525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-129138870825759395</id><published>2010-09-30T08:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T08:28:23.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lingering love</title><content type='html'>i used to stare into those eyes thinking they were beutiful but they were cold and heartless&lt;br /&gt;i use to kiss those lips not knowing they were slandering and venomous&lt;br /&gt;some days i look at your picture and remember&lt;br /&gt;we had so many good days but then we had our bad&lt;br /&gt;i realized being with you in the end made me constantly sad&lt;br /&gt; and im angry with myself for going thru what i endured&lt;br /&gt;but im more so hurt that you put me thru it&lt;br /&gt;lies and truths ur mind is a rubix&lt;br /&gt;i couodnt figure you out and i have yet to do so&lt;br /&gt;just wen i believe ive got it u change it up and switch shyt around&lt;br /&gt;just when i start to hate you&lt;br /&gt;you tell me u always loved me&lt;br /&gt;just when i start to forget about us&lt;br /&gt;you tell me u always think of me&lt;br /&gt;remebering my kisses&lt;br /&gt;rembering our love making&lt;br /&gt;thoughts of my smile leaving your heart constantly aching&lt;br /&gt;your body yearns to touch me and your heart skips a beat&lt;br /&gt; but after youve said all these things i see you standing at her feet&lt;br /&gt;she fuked up our happy world and the sad part is you let her&lt;br /&gt;you didnt trust me enuff to give me benefit of doubt&lt;br /&gt;when all along it was you who was stepping out&lt;br /&gt;and now look at us&lt;br /&gt;what are we now...&lt;br /&gt;you told me we were forever and i believed you&lt;br /&gt;you told me you loved me and i felt i needed you&lt;br /&gt;some small part of me hoped that you loved me still after all that we've been thru&lt;br /&gt;and even when you stared deep in my eyes and told me you did&lt;br /&gt;i honestly dont know if i can believe you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-129138870825759395?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/129138870825759395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=129138870825759395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/129138870825759395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/129138870825759395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2010/09/lingering-love.html' title='lingering love'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-6372910487490606112</id><published>2010-09-30T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T06:20:24.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>college shyt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TKSLs8ODgUI/AAAAAAAAAY8/PQ7QDpJxEC8/s1600/rwtw.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522692647258652994" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TKSLs8ODgUI/AAAAAAAAAY8/PQ7QDpJxEC8/s200/rwtw.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; college is not for everyone let me repeat that COLLEGE IS NOT FOR EVERYONE. it takes a hell of a student to be motivated and dedicated to continue there schooling to a bachelors and even more so a masters. its time consuming  and fustrating especially when dealing with finacial aid . i have been to 3 different universities i spent my freshman year at morgan state, sophmore at university of dc and my junior year at strayer university. now when i say i have dealt with THE WORST finacial aid reps i mean it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TKSLsmr2nTI/AAAAAAAAAY0/xrhjY54SkvA/s1600/jnazhrh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522692641478057266" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TKSLsmr2nTI/AAAAAAAAAY0/xrhjY54SkvA/s200/jnazhrh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; there were so many times wen i completly just didnt have any fight left in me and said fuck school i even skipped a class or 2 or 3 lol. but at the end i kept telling myself im making a better future for me so if i suffer now i reep the benefits later. now here i am senior year i can barely believe i made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TKSLsQZLj7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/Wj8ZeytO34g/s1600/gyyhh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522692635494158258" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TKSLsQZLj7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/Wj8ZeytO34g/s200/gyyhh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; then lets talk about my journey here! college is full of distractions! 1.) sexy men and women everywhere from different states and countries around the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) parties !!!! im talkin about every kinda party u can imagine foam parties, frat parties, parties at clubs, parties at lounges, homecoming, dorm parties, house parties and my favortie random parties on the lawn of the freshman dorm or football field lol. parties are great you meet lots of people get wasted and probably go back to your off camous apartment to have drunk sex. lol thats always great lollololol no but seriously there are so many easy distraCTIONS IN COLLEGE  that u jave to constantly remind yourself what you are there for! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i suggest that if yiu are goiing away to school stay in the dorm at least freshman year im telling you its a hell of an expirence and although i am not the "roomate" type it was a great expirence and im glad to have done it. i have lots of late night dorm memories! college changed me as a person it really helped me figure out who i am and discover the adult me. i was pushed into the real world head first and i loved every minute of it looking bacl i say going to college was the best decision i ever made. i have life long friends, secondary education, i will have a degree and memories that will last a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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shyt'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TKSLs8ODgUI/AAAAAAAAAY8/PQ7QDpJxEC8/s72-c/rwtw.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-1679303780007801486</id><published>2010-09-16T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T06:55:04.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forever love</title><content type='html'>everytime i see you my heart skips a beat&lt;br /&gt;i seemingly freeze nothing on my body moves&lt;br /&gt;except my feet they glide in your direction&lt;br /&gt;even when my mind tells me to retreat&lt;br /&gt;i spent 2 years in a world that revolved around you&lt;br /&gt;a world i never wanted to leave&lt;br /&gt;and now that were over every nigga after you&lt;br /&gt;has had to compete but no one has filled your seat&lt;br /&gt;its empty just like my heart&lt;br /&gt;my world crashed down wen we fell apart&lt;br /&gt;my pride wouldnt let me tell u i really didnt want u to go&lt;br /&gt;my mouth wouldnt even say the very things that i wanted you to know&lt;br /&gt;i spent moths wondering why me curled up in a dark room with my tearz drowning me&lt;br /&gt;and just the thought of her being near u makes me sick&lt;br /&gt;she will never love you half as much as i do&lt;br /&gt;she will never touch you like i did&lt;br /&gt;kiss u like i did&lt;br /&gt;hold u like i did&lt;br /&gt;console u like i did&lt;br /&gt;i was there for you wen u were going through some of the worst shyt&lt;br /&gt;and i always had your back no matter what we went through&lt;br /&gt;and u had mine to and for that very reason i will always love you&lt;br /&gt;it hurts to see you standing right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;knowing we arent the way id want us to be&lt;br /&gt;deep inside i secretly hope that we will eventually get us right&lt;br /&gt;but until that day comes just know a part of me silently weeps&lt;br /&gt;for you every single night&lt;br /&gt;i loved u at your worst and i loved you at your best&lt;br /&gt;im blinded by my htoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;they never succomb to all the rest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-1679303780007801486?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/1679303780007801486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=1679303780007801486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/1679303780007801486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/1679303780007801486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2010/09/forever-love.html' title='forever love'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-3147709417619743627</id><published>2010-09-15T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T12:01:22.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love anomoly</title><content type='html'>It’s a thin line between love and hate&lt;br /&gt;You cross it everyday&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of you constantly invading my space&lt;br /&gt;How much does it take? For you to realize what you’ve done&lt;br /&gt;No we weren’t perfect baby angels don’t reside on earth&lt;br /&gt;But you destroyed us&lt;br /&gt;You abandoned us&lt;br /&gt;You left us&lt;br /&gt;I tried to fix us&lt;br /&gt;I tried to make it work&lt;br /&gt;I tried to love u but nothing worked&lt;br /&gt;I was once told “Some things aren’t meant to be”&lt;br /&gt;But I always assumed that had nothing to do with you and me&lt;br /&gt;I thought u were the one I had been searching for my entire life&lt;br /&gt;But you were actually the type of man I will spend a lifetime running away from&lt;br /&gt;That heart wrenching soul churning typa love that no woman or man ever wants to turn away from&lt;br /&gt;Its bad for you but it feels so right&lt;br /&gt;Wen things are going good were great when theyre bad we were worse&lt;br /&gt;An unavoidable collision in front of us and we were headed that way with no obstructions In our path&lt;br /&gt;I always basked in our aftermath an explosion of emotions that we’d always have&lt;br /&gt;But love nun the less was visible yet it was never enuff&lt;br /&gt;Love didn’t keep u home&lt;br /&gt;Love didn’t make u tell her no&lt;br /&gt;Love didn’t make u not break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Love didn’t make u stop the tears from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And love didn’t bring you back to me&lt;br /&gt;Our love was astonishing from good to worse&lt;br /&gt;From better to best I always thought u and I were miles above the rest&lt;br /&gt;But look what we started that we will never finish&lt;br /&gt;Dreams and hopes filled with wishes&lt;br /&gt;U say u love me but should I believe it?&lt;br /&gt;I look into your eyes and I fade to black&lt;br /&gt;I try to grasp ur words but my heart beats so loud I feel as though im def&lt;br /&gt;In the end I sit and think whats left of our once great love&lt;br /&gt;An anomaly of emotions&lt;br /&gt;Memories to cherish&lt;br /&gt;Fights to hate&lt;br /&gt;Dates to rember&lt;br /&gt;And a love that slowly dissenigrates&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-3147709417619743627?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/3147709417619743627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=3147709417619743627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/3147709417619743627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/3147709417619743627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-anomoly.html' title='love anomoly'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-5458184346708575635</id><published>2010-06-01T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T12:36:50.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love this song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUQY1UuXDqU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUQY1UuXDqU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-5458184346708575635?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-4162080920088394178</id><published>2010-05-25T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T10:05:53.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHHHHHHHHHHHHYyyyyyyyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/S_wDRElAlRI/AAAAAAAAAYc/1JKoF9350ag/s1600/30849_113613318676940_100000848185066_81128_1081411_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475254838797309202" style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/S_wDRElAlRI/AAAAAAAAAYc/1JKoF9350ag/s200/30849_113613318676940_100000848185066_81128_1081411_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i luv me sum nicki she badddd but what the shit where these people doing?????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/S_wDQ7rF-bI/AAAAAAAAAYU/2ONoPlzq9GA/s1600/17237_1242857444006_1606462706_579576_5195063_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475254836406909362" style="WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/S_wDQ7rF-bI/AAAAAAAAAYU/2ONoPlzq9GA/s200/17237_1242857444006_1606462706_579576_5195063_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1708208036770126719-4162080920088394178?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/4162080920088394178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=4162080920088394178' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-8878426311826304988</id><published>2010-05-13T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T06:03:50.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reconcilliation</title><content type='html'>im finished his image no longer pressin my existence&lt;br /&gt;i did it live, luv and let go&lt;br /&gt;i find comfort in knowing karma always does its job&lt;br /&gt; i was a imperfectly perfect chapter but your book was flawed&lt;br /&gt;when you flip through ur pages i hope you remember me&lt;br /&gt;remember the tears remember the look on my face&lt;br /&gt;remember the pain you caused that will never be erased&lt;br /&gt; i hope it makes you feel some type of guilt&lt;br /&gt;to reminisce on the once great luv u kilt&lt;br /&gt;and one day when a girl breaks your heart&lt;br /&gt;i hope you think of me when you feel like your worlds falling apart&lt;br /&gt;I once knew this pain at your hands&lt;br /&gt;feeling like i couldnt eat or sleep and would never love again&lt;br /&gt;I thought you had broken me but i refuse to give you that power&lt;br /&gt;because there's no time for judgment in loves final hour&lt;br /&gt;just pure emotion for another human on this earth&lt;br /&gt;one day i'll be whole again and i'll take my heart back&lt;br /&gt;i'll smile and be fruitful&lt;br /&gt;and you will feel pain back to back&lt;br /&gt;the things you said will run through your mind&lt;br /&gt;your mind will be clouded because time is unkind&lt;br /&gt;and when you finally grow up and let go of your hurtful ways&lt;br /&gt;you should just hope that someone is there to love you inspite of your less promising days&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a wieght is lifted and your spell has been broken&lt;br /&gt;Im getting back to me and the things i once loved&lt;br /&gt;i left my thoughts of you to float in all the misguided clouds up above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is dedicated to my ex james... i loved you , i hated you and one day i will forget you a man i was once enamored with that has hurt me more than any other man ive ever meet i will always associate your name with some type of mild regret i hope one day you see what you put me through and one day some women that you love will do this to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-8878426311826304988?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/8878426311826304988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=8878426311826304988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/8878426311826304988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/8878426311826304988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2010/05/reconcilliation.html' title='reconcilliation'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-5620459870732853661</id><published>2010-03-19T12:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T12:50:17.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time to vent...</title><content type='html'>ugggghhh okay first of all you have no right to be angry in any way shape or form cuz u cheated on me and lied to me for 2 fucking years. now a lesser woman wouldve came down to sersum quarters n stole yo ass but im workin on controlling my anger sir.... first and foremost i have the right to feel however the fuck i want about this whole situation and any opinoin i have about u i can voice via facebook or in your face.... lets get to it you are petty and childish as shyt u fucked up so i brooke up with you only to find out that u wasnt shyt all along and that i waisted 2 years of my life loving a man who couldnt keep his dick to himself and wouldnt know the truth if it sat on his face. when i tried to be nice and talk to you like i have some sense ur raunchy ass wanted to be ignorant it seems like the only way i can communicate wit u is when im cussing ur black ass out. you told me whatever happend while we were together is irrelevant because i broke up with you okay tru shyt so boo if im so fucking irrelevant than why do u feel the need to call me a bitch and say you gonna do sumthin 2 my car and all that big wild shyt????????????????????????/ hmmmmmmmmmm i know that if i feel sum1 is irrelevant ignore there ass and pretend they dont exist.... i tried to be nice and chill and tell u ima be grown and im not off no beef shyt cuz really after the age of 21 u shuldnt still be fighting with ex's over he said she said thats sum high school shyt and frankly babe its beneath me... REALLY but apparently you are childish you are 23 and you are acting like you are 16 yes you james antwane gross. it would be nice if you acted your age and not your shoe size. i mean why are u even mad???? u fucked up not that u probably even care because if u lied about a child then theres no telling what else you lied to me about shyt everything u ever told me u probably never meant. you know writing is the best way for me to get shyt out so yeah this was neccesary. what kinda grown ass man threatens to do somthing to a females care because they aint together.... im a fucking female and i dnt even go around doin shyt like that u dnt have a fucking car for me to do shyt to and if u did i wuldnt because im OVER IT. YOU and this whole situation im a good woman and i dnt need any1 to tell me that i know that but u were to busy trying to impregnate every female in the dmv to notice that so u win sum u lose sum but u aint knock me up boo so yeah i get to move on and not be attached to u for 18 years. GET OVER IT yes i came for u viz facebook 2 ur baby mother and i dnt care if u knw if i didnt want u to know i wuldnt have done it publicly DUHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you have really succeded my expectations i knew you had a raunchy attitude but LMFAO u really take the cake... the audacity of you to feel as if you need some type f get back action.. hahaha i am trying not to let u get me out of my character cuz i really dont wanna have to act a fucking fool in public thats not ladylike. but we both know you have a way of pushing my buttons just enuff to the point where i wanna reach out and touch ur ass.. yeah i said it just like that day i was talking to renita and u was ear hustling.. you could make a nun curse u aint shyt in my eyes a couple of weeks ago i was boo this and boo that now im that bitch this and that bitch that...lololol by the way thats so disrespectful who the fuck taught u this shyt... oh yeah u did mmmmmmmm enuff said well sir im done venting and i just want you to know that niggas like you are the reason why females go gay!!!!!! and the reason why so many grown ass women feel the need to say niggas aint shyt but i know better all niggas arent the same and in my eyes u just aint shyt i cant believe i ever loved you. now i just want to hate you for all the bullshyt u have done and the drama that u are keeping alive. I am doing an immaculent job at keeping my self composed and controlling my temper but bitch dnt tempt me.... seriously let me be irrelevant to you and get the fuck on wit ur life im pretty sure you got some bait to tell lies to so go live ur life and ima live mine..... MIZZEZ MOCHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-5620459870732853661?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/5620459870732853661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=5620459870732853661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/5620459870732853661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/5620459870732853661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-to-vent.html' title='time to vent...'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-2130257044468329121</id><published>2010-03-18T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T06:14:50.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love? lost</title><content type='html'>u were suppose 2 be the one but u hurt me&lt;br /&gt; and after all that weve been thru u deserted me&lt;br /&gt; i loved u to much at times&lt;br /&gt;i never thought things would end like this&lt;br /&gt; i spend everyday rembering what happend, things u said things u did&lt;br /&gt; i never imagined life without u would hurt this bad&lt;br /&gt;and i dnt wana wake up everyday feeling this sad&lt;br /&gt;everyone has an opinion on how we should be&lt;br /&gt; but the fuked up thing is u wont even listen 2 me&lt;br /&gt;wont take my calls wont look me in the eyes&lt;br /&gt; i always thought u were different than all the other guys&lt;br /&gt; lately im feeling like ur just like the others do me wrong then leave&lt;br /&gt; but just like the rest someday you'll be back&lt;br /&gt; and if i no longer feel the way i do now you'll spend a lifetime of regret after that&lt;br /&gt; i never thought u were the type of man to lie to my face&lt;br /&gt; tell me you love me yet i was so easily replaced&lt;br /&gt; in the end people always seem to rember the beginning&lt;br /&gt; at first it was so perfect, we were so perfect and now im finding out it was all a lie&lt;br /&gt; it was wrong form the start you fucked around with my heart&lt;br /&gt;and now you tell me " you have no words"&lt;br /&gt;well why the hell not?&lt;br /&gt;you should have alot of things to say how bout im sorry for starters???&lt;br /&gt; sorry for lying&lt;br /&gt;sorry for hurting you&lt;br /&gt;sorry for stringing you along when i was doing wrong&lt;br /&gt; sorry for wasting 2 years of your life&lt;br /&gt; sorry for telling you i love you and painting a picture of our future when i knew we never had one&lt;br /&gt;sorry for ever speaking to you in the first place&lt;br /&gt; everyday i think of you and i wish we never meet&lt;br /&gt;you have givin me so many things to regret&lt;br /&gt; I feel so stupid for falling so deeply in love&lt;br /&gt; now i have so many things wondering thru my mind that i barely sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;did you ever really love me?&lt;br /&gt;did you ever give a fuck?&lt;br /&gt;was i one in ten?&lt;br /&gt;was anything you said true?&lt;br /&gt;did u ever love me as much as i loved you?&lt;br /&gt;i guess my questions will never be answered&lt;br /&gt;and i cant understand&lt;br /&gt; how could i not see the character of this man&lt;br /&gt;and despite all the things that i now know some small part of me wished it wasnt true&lt;br /&gt;some small part of me kept screaming "NO NOT YOU..."&lt;br /&gt;i never saw this coming and it hit me hard as hell&lt;br /&gt;nothing like a bitch slap into reality to make you see things clear&lt;br /&gt; i was blind for love for to damn long&lt;br /&gt;you taught me a good lesson babe&lt;br /&gt; and i'll rember you when ur gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; this poem is dedicated to james gross a.k.a.  noonie my ex thank you for showing me that even the things that are right in front of us can be tainted and love acts as rose colored glasses a person can only hide who they are for so long sooner or later you true colors will show and yours did and now im gonna take these past 2 years as a good lesson learned...&lt;br /&gt;1.)never give more than you get&lt;br /&gt;2.)never put all of you into a relationship&lt;br /&gt;3.)your instincts are your best asset&lt;br /&gt;4.)never be a fool for love cuz it may end up fooling you&lt;br /&gt; 5.) sometimes the things we want the most arent good for us&lt;br /&gt;6.) if its broken there is only so many times you can try to fix it until you realize its broken beyond repair thanks james for helping me realize that i dont ever wanna fall in love again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-2130257044468329121?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/2130257044468329121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=2130257044468329121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/2130257044468329121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/2130257044468329121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-lost.html' title='love? lost'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-7202889523030686963</id><published>2009-12-15T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T10:08:49.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 star chick****</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/Syftr2IiWmI/AAAAAAAAAXs/S7dXAQERroI/s1600-h/med_alicia_keys_artist_photo50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415558414457789026" style="WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/Syftr2IiWmI/AAAAAAAAAXs/S7dXAQERroI/s200/med_alicia_keys_artist_photo50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SyftrpCYeSI/AAAAAAAAAXk/wfpAGGceZtQ/s1600-h/jada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415558410942314786" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SyftrpCYeSI/AAAAAAAAAXk/wfpAGGceZtQ/s200/jada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SyftrVMuF4I/AAAAAAAAAXc/z0zDsyDwnsA/s1600-h/Angelina_Jolie_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415558405616965506" style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SyftrVMuF4I/AAAAAAAAAXc/z0zDsyDwnsA/s200/Angelina_Jolie_21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SyftrChpWhI/AAAAAAAAAXU/hSPt8G_0RRI/s1600-h/13078_angela_basset_2006_black_movi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415558400604461586" style="WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SyftrChpWhI/AAAAAAAAAXU/hSPt8G_0RRI/s200/13078_angela_basset_2006_black_movi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;            okay recently i have come across so many women calling themselves 5 star CHICKS...... ladies we are not all 5 stars as nicki said lil mama u a 3 star. some of these females i see lately are still searchin for there other 2 stars. Why is it that women go to the club drssed like slores but expect men not to treat you as one. Ladies men are very visual creatures they act upon what they see if you are wearing a little dress and bendin ova lettin everyone see ur ass they are gonna treat u like a hoe cause thats how your actin. A man will only do what you allow him to so &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;STOP COMPLAINING&lt;/span&gt; and do something about it. If your relationship isint working leave! And please ladies stop trying to change men! dammmmmmmmmnnnnn he is who tha hell he is stop trynna turn him into the perfect guy there is NO perfect guy. And news flash if sumone doesnt want to change they wont not for you or anyone else they will only change when they see fit. Females can be real wreckless I've seen some women do some cold hearted things and it always seems that them acting that way stems from  some past relationship. bringing me to my next point  &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;LET THAT SHYT GO&lt;/span&gt;!!!! its your past for a reason damn stop dwelling on a nigga that hurt you 5 years ago let go and let live. on another note Im seein way to many young girls grownin up way to fast. SLOW IT DOWN life is already short enough to begin with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now for all the grown women who dont act there age this is for you... if you fit in to any one of these choices its time to grow up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) live with your parents and still ask them for money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) if your jobless but find a way to go shopping 3 or 4 times a month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) if you only look a guys way because is car is "pretty"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) if the only reason he got your number is because he has dreads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) if your having the walk of shame and the guy you just slept with doesnt even know your last name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.)if your 21 and over and still fightin in the club&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.)if you drink damn near everyday just to get shyt done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.) if you have no idea who ur babbys daddy is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.) if your a carrer baby momma a.k.a. a trapper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.) if you are over 21 and hang with 16 year olds ur friends should not fucking be in high school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.) if you still blamin everybody else for why your life isint going the way u thimnk it should be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.) if you meet men and have sex with them within a 24-48 hour period but u cant figure out why no man wants to date you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13.) if your a self proclaimed hoe you call it " doin you" and you lecture your younger sister on not doing the very same things she whatches you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14.) if your still walking around sayin niggas aint shyt... maybe you just date aint shyt typa niggas because you cant handle a real man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15.) if your not exclusive with the "cookies"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.)living out of your means...example buying 60 dollar designer boots when you only make 1200 a month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17.) living with a family member and expecting a man to be your sugar daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18.) playin dudes for money and gifts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19.)smashin the homies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20.) throwing a fit when you dont get your way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21.) dressin like a slore but getting mad when your treated like one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       BABYYY do not pass go do not collect 200 dollars &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU ARE NOT A 5 STAR&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;In order to be a grown woman you have to handle your b.i.&lt;/span&gt;! which means you take care of yourself. You dont need a man but you understand the importance of a strong man in your life and you know how to treat them. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A grown woman doesnt play games&lt;/span&gt; she knows what she wants and she goes after it. little girls play games women dont. A woman is intelligent and can hold an educated conversation. A grown woman is a role model for younger girls showing them what they should be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you are....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) in school with a 2.9 or higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) have your own place, working and going to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) being an immaculent example for your daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) being super mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.)on your hustle doing whatever it takes to make your dreams become a reality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.) a virtuos woman and a shinig example of how a lady walks, talks, and acts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then you are a 5 star&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;things a five star knows....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) how to cater to her man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.)how to be a lady in public&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) bein classy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.)furthuring your education may not be for everyone but it takes a strong determined person to do so and finish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.)respect people around you... becareful how you speak to people you may be entertaing an angel unaware&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.) make your money but dont let the money make you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.)  respect yourself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          THere are to many little girls running around claiming they are grown when they are totally dependent on someone else for there survival. daddy buying you a care doesnt mean its yours sweetie buy your own. pay your bills on time, have good credit!  know how to treat a man with respect now thats a real women &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/1708208036770126719-7202889523030686963?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/7202889523030686963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=7202889523030686963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/7202889523030686963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/7202889523030686963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/12/5-star-chick.html' title='5 star chick****'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/Syftr2IiWmI/AAAAAAAAAXs/S7dXAQERroI/s72-c/med_alicia_keys_artist_photo50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-7829224160787770034</id><published>2009-12-15T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T09:56:34.923-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real shyt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honest'/><title type='text'>man vs. boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SyfNwtl4eWI/AAAAAAAAAXM/1nCwUKxkV7o/s1600-h/stock-photo-handsome-teen-boy-in-suit-with-water-gun-2076061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415523313692211554" style="WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SyfNwtl4eWI/AAAAAAAAAXM/1nCwUKxkV7o/s200/stock-photo-handsome-teen-boy-in-suit-with-water-gun-2076061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SyfNwVLoGYI/AAAAAAAAAXE/tTN6-77OEL4/s1600-h/ist2_4603224-man-in-chains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415523307139635586" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SyfNwVLoGYI/AAAAAAAAAXE/tTN6-77OEL4/s200/ist2_4603224-man-in-chains.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im a firm believer that women are just as capable of doing all the things men do. especially when it comes to breaking hearts. but today we arent gonna talk about the ladies guys this post is strictly about you... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I am noticing a trend lately of boys who want to be men. Its like an epedemic!!!! here are some clues of how to spot a want to b man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.) if you drive a lexus, charger, challenger or any type of sports vehicle and are still living with your parents&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.) if you dont have a job and never furthered your education yet you wonder why the job field is limited to hair nets and name tags&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.) you still expect christmas and bday gifts from your mom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.) if yiu thik its unfair to work on holidays&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5.) if you still loooking for a "ride or die"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;6.)if you call all female bitches&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;7.) if you get mad when the "shawty" number u was trynna get walks away so u call her a hoe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;8.) if you wait outsidfe the club for it to be over so u can " pull badd bitches"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;9.) if you tink its okay to not want a relationship but everyone is elligable for friends with benefits&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;10.) If you think you can look at a gurl and tell if shes burning or not&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;11.) if your over the age of 21 and all of your friends are at keast 2 or 3 years younger than you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;12.) if your 28 or older and still trying to club hop everyweekend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;13.)if you play more than 15 hours of madden every week&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;14.) if you have authentic louis vittn shoes but dont have your own apartment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;15.) if you go to your bestfriends wedding and rant in your speech about how single life is the shyt!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;now I could go on and on but lets cut to the point. Sum of you guys not all but sum need to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;GROW THE FUCK UP&lt;/span&gt;. there is no excuse for why you are 21 doing the same dumb things you did at 16. are you serious. Its time to be grown ass men seriously learn to take responsibility for your own actions stop blaming everybody else for your personal problems. AND sex ... ughhhhh where do i start!!!!! GOD y are u fucking females raw &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;WHYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;/span&gt; omg young there are so many things being passed around its crazy like one night of pleasure can cause you a lifetime of pain baby u better wrap it up before u go deep sea divin cuz the good good lookin more kike lava now a days. u play with fire huney you get burned. thas for sure&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fellas stop lyin to these women!!!!! damn fellas you keep feedin ladies this bullshyt&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; was really gucci?&lt;/span&gt; here goes yall best bull shyt lines...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.) im just not ready for a relationship right now ive been hurt and i wanna take it slow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.) I know we just b-u-d-d-y's but your the only one im fuckin right now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.) dont i always keep it 100 with you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.) lets just be friends for right now and we will see where that goes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5.) i dont think we should label our feelings for one another lets just let it happen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now let me tell u guys something all the females that yall consider wreckless are that way for a reason! some guy fed them this vetry same bullshyt they fell in love then realized way to late that they were nothing but a good fuck. then they become cold heartless bitches who cheat on every guy there with and walk all over men leaving some poor guy wondering what they did wrong. when guys run into this women they never wonder what guy made her this way or how she ended up llike this they just assume she's cold blodded. Guys let me tell you something the maybe a newsflash to you all but let me bold this &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FEMALES WILL RESPECT YOUR HONESTY SO JUST KEEP IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 100&lt;/span&gt; dont lie and sell dreams cuz at the end of the day who are you really hurting? if you spend your whole life playin around and doggin females you will end up alone old and unhappy. Its okay to fall in love guys its okay to admit your lookin for mrs. right cuz what you put out into the universe you shall bring unto yourself! &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;when are you gonna bookshelf that players card and really try to make a man out of the boy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-7829224160787770034?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/7829224160787770034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=7829224160787770034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/7829224160787770034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/7829224160787770034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-firm-believer-that-women-are-just-as.html' title='man vs. boy'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SyfNwtl4eWI/AAAAAAAAAXM/1nCwUKxkV7o/s72-c/stock-photo-handsome-teen-boy-in-suit-with-water-gun-2076061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-6539119050778904166</id><published>2009-11-05T11:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T11:43:07.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>domestic violence</title><content type='html'>I was on my way to work this morning and as i was listing to 95.5. they started talking about Rhianna's 20/20 interview thas airing tomorrow. they played a snippet of it. After listening to it i found a new level of respect for Rhianna and here's why. ALot of people are saying theres two sides to a story and she hit him first shes playing victim. but as a person who was once in an abusive relationship i just feel where she's coming from. If u listen closely she says that she went back 9 times. No woman ever pictures them selves being that "dumb broad" in a lifetime movie that stays with a dude that puts his foot up her ass. But honestly everyone says "i"d leaVE THE FIRST TIME" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ITS REALLY NOT THAT SIMPLE&lt;/span&gt; physchologically you go through so much.At first you hurt and sad you go thru the why me then you get angry like "how dare he do this", then theres the revenge stage then you move on to forgiveness. this is the most dangerous stage because here you stop thinking of yourself as a victim and you reflect on the relationship. You start to question your behaviour in correspondence to his actions and you may convince yourself he wont do it again he loves me and you go back.As Rhianna said most women don't tell anyone because its embarrassing and who wants there personal life spread out for everyone to see? but here's was VERY public. Alot of famous people argue that they aren't a role model and they are just human and why should they have to live up to societies standards of a role model for their fans. But lets be real here when you are famous and in the public eye there will always be someone looking up to you. Especially singers.... there is some little girl somewhere who wants to be just like you. dress like you, talk like you, walk like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me respect her is instead of saying I'm no role model she accepted responsibility for her personal life and said hey I am selfishly in love. I am setting a bad example for every little girl who looks up to me for every teenager who listens to my songs. She said maybe Chris wouldn't ever hit her again but by being back with him it sends a message to women and girls that its okay to go back. And they might not be as fortunate to have the abuse end. This touched me to see a 20 year old woman younger than myself be responsible for the message she sends to the world and be accountable for her actions. that was so touching i encourage everyone to tune into the 20/20 interview this Friday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-6539119050778904166?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/6539119050778904166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=6539119050778904166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/6539119050778904166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/6539119050778904166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/11/domestic-violence.html' title='domestic violence'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-8273883492409684379</id><published>2009-11-05T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T11:15:44.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHHHHHHHYYYY... facebook edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SvMjwdgBi3I/AAAAAAAAAV0/qyTNNOqvf84/s1600-h/n628675364_4177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 91px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SvMjwdgBi3I/AAAAAAAAAV0/qyTNNOqvf84/s200/n628675364_4177.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400699693606996850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my my my this bitch tried to cum for my cuz on facebook so that landed her a prime spot on WHY? here is a tip dont go on people if u are unattractive and cant dress....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firts of all ur 50 with a facebook so that alone makes u FIRED!&lt;br /&gt;then those size 12 silver rainbow clearence rack shoes.... oh fuk to tha no&lt;br /&gt;and of course bitch whop wears straight back cornrows step ur game up ur showing ur age boo&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least BITCH that blue outfit&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhh GOD ur matching 12.99 seperates from dress barn wearin ass&lt;br /&gt;old i shop a tj-max ass GURRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLLL u walmart bargin bin shoppin manly lookin bitch&lt;br /&gt;bifocal wearin asss&lt;br /&gt;ugggggghhhh im done she's to much in a day.hahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-8273883492409684379?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/8273883492409684379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=8273883492409684379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/8273883492409684379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/8273883492409684379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/11/whhhhhhhyyyy-facebook-edition.html' title='WHHHHHHHYYYY... facebook edition'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SvMjwdgBi3I/AAAAAAAAAV0/qyTNNOqvf84/s72-c/n628675364_4177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-1584487923221854056</id><published>2009-10-15T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T14:04:33.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>instead of sitting in ur bushes i'll monitor ur ass cheecks from my cell phone</title><content type='html'>wtf kinda insecure little asshole would buy these??? are u serious what nosey ass nigga created these i couldnt believe this shyt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://forgetmenotpanties.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;protect her privates&lt;br /&gt;Ever worry about your wife cheating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know where your daughter is late at night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to know when your girlfriend's temperature is rising?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This amazing device will answer all of your questions! These panties can give you her location, and even her temperature and heart rate, and she will never even know it's there! Unlike the cumbersome and uncomfortable chastity belts of the past, these panties are 100% cotton, and use cutting-edge technology to help you protect what matters most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make sure you will never be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;forget-me-not panties™ have built-in GPS and unique sensor technology giving you the forget-me-not advantage. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget-me-not panties will help protect the women in your life!&lt;br /&gt;These panties will monitor the location of your daughter, wife or girlfriend 24 hours a day, and can even monitor their heart rate and body temperature.&lt;br /&gt;Based on pioneering research developed by the U.S. military at DARPA (Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency), we have brought this revolutionary technology, previously only available to the military, to you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These "panties" can trace the exact location of your woman and send the information, via satellite, to your cell phone, PDA, and PC simultaneously! Use our patented mapping system, pantyMap®, to find the exact location of your loved one 24 hours a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The technology is embedded into a piece of fabric so seamlessly she will never know it's there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;checkout the testimonials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;david:&lt;br /&gt;When my daughter hit puberty I nearly had a heart attack. She started looking like a woman and suddenly she was wearing revealing clothing and staying out late with her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than become an over-protective parent , I decided to try forget-me-not panties™. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They work wonderfully. My wife and I bought our Sarah several pairs so we can watch her around the clock, and if we see her temperature rising too high, we intervene by calling her cellphone or just picking her up wherever she is. My only comment is it would be great to have a video camera, maybe you can work that into V.2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks forget-me-not panties™, now we have true peace of mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tim:&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I got married three years ago. Last winter I started suspecting her of cheating. It was tearing my heart out to think of her with another man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an act of desperation I bought these panties, and boy am I glad I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out, she was sleeping with her coworker! She was going to a hotel near her office nearly every workday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I monitored her through the mapping software, pantyMap®, for several weeks,and then I confronted her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget-me-not-panties™ saved me from a bad marriage. We are getting a divorce, and I have records for my divorce lawyer proving what a fraud she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW there 100 dollars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-1584487923221854056?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/1584487923221854056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=1584487923221854056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/1584487923221854056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/1584487923221854056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/10/instead-of-sitting-in-ur-bushes-ill.html' title='instead of sitting in ur bushes i&apos;ll monitor ur ass cheecks from my cell phone'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-5011246242967778445</id><published>2009-10-14T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T10:34:12.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>d.c. streets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/StYLS9-3BUI/AAAAAAAAAVs/A_upBZjvnL0/s1600-h/GR2009101302772.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 139px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/StYLS9-3BUI/AAAAAAAAAVs/A_upBZjvnL0/s200/GR2009101302772.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392510024326513986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i heard about this i just had to post it. it seems like the dmv is having growing homicides and many of the vicitims are young minority men and women. This useless violence is ridiculos. now some mother has to bury her 15 year old son and another her 18yr old. children are meant to bury there parents not the other way around. When you kill sumone your not just hurting them but your effectng so many other peoples lives. these nieghboorhood beefs are getting real wreckless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/10/13/AR2009101302377.html?sub=AR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/video/2009/10/13/VI2009101303630.html&lt;br /&gt;here is a video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two teenagers were killed, and three others were wounded Tuesday in what police think was a drive-by shooting in Northeast Washington that might have stemmed from an ongoing dispute between two rival neighborhoods, police said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Story&lt;br /&gt;2 Killed, 3 Hurt in D.C. Drive-By&lt;br /&gt;2 Killed, 3 Hurt in D.C. Drive-By&lt;br /&gt;The dead were identified late Tuesday night as neighborhood resident Davonta Artis, 15, and Daquan Tibbs, 18, of Southeast. Earlier, Mayor Adrian M. Fenty said the other three teens "are likely to make it through." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shooting happened shortly after 4 p.m. in the 5300 block of Clay Terrace, D.C. police spokesman Quintin Peterson said. Artis died at the scene, and Tibbs died at a hospital. The shootings took place in the Clay Terrace housing complex, an area long known for a problem with violent crime and drug activity. Last year, a joint D.C. police and U.S. Drug Enforcement Agency Task Force shut down a drug ring in the neighborhood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fenty said Tuesday's shootings show that, despite that operation, "there's still a lot of work to be done." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police Chief Cathy L. Lanier said police were looking for a black sport-utility vehicle with tinted windows that was seen leaving the shooting. Police also were investigating whether there was an exchange of gunfire between two groups because investigators found several types of shell casings at the scene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked about a possible motive, Lanier said: "Right now there's the possibility of an ongoing dispute between neighborhoods. We're not going to let this continue." She declined to identify the second neighborhood. "There's more than one beef going on with the guys at Clay Terrace," Lanier said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 20-year-old man who lives in Clay Terrace, speaking on condition of anonymity out of concern for his safety, said he was getting ready to walk out of his apartment when he heard the shots. "I went back inside and laid on the floor," the man said. "When I came back out again, I saw five people" shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man said that in recent weeks he had seen a police car stationed at two intersections near the shooting, at 53rd Street and Clay Terrace and 55th and Blaine streets. But the man said he did not see police cars in those locations Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lanier confirmed that police have had a heavy presence at Clay Terrace recently because of the problems. She said that included placing patrol cars along 53rd Street and other "fixed locations." Although she did not know whether officers were there at the time of the shooting, she said that a patrol car was nearby and that an officer heard the shots and responded in seconds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annette Mountjoy, who was at the scene of the shootings, said Artis was an eighth-grader and was on his way home from Ronald H. Brown Middle School when he was struck by gunfire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He was a good boy. He goes to school every day; he's an A student," she said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darryl Profit was in his house about a half-block from the shooting, which occurred in a parking area between two two-story brick buildings. "I heard about 30 gunshots, and it sounded like three different guns," he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon Sims, 55, was driving through the neighborhood to pick up a friend from work when he heard the shots. "It was like we were at war," Sims said. "It was a lot of shots. I can't say how many it was, but it was a lot of shots." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour after the shooting, several relatives, neighbors and friends were crying and hugging each other in the street. Many were on their cellphones, trying to find out whether their loved ones were victims. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lanier noted that the shootings occurred in broad daylight and said that police need witnesses to help them stop the violence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It might not be your child today, but one day it could be," she said. She noted that there was a crime camera nearby and that investigators were downloading pictures from it Tuesday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staff videographer Anna Uhls contributed to this report.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-5011246242967778445?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/5011246242967778445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=5011246242967778445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/5011246242967778445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/5011246242967778445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/10/dc-streets.html' title='d.c. streets'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/StYLS9-3BUI/AAAAAAAAAVs/A_upBZjvnL0/s72-c/GR2009101302772.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-4491003315969037921</id><published>2009-09-23T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T15:26:18.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>artist spotlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;luv suportin local talent dc is filled with so many talented individuals this weeks artist spotlight is on a group called....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TRU SHOOTAS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SrqcSnUzrMI/AAAAAAAAAVc/CXnY0xehM6g/s1600-h/shootaz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384788148082683074" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SrqcSnUzrMI/AAAAAAAAAVc/CXnY0xehM6g/s200/shootaz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SrqcpF9e0MI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ZwZ0hWvm0FI/s1600-h/6769_130494807141_130493402141_3025192_7243010_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384788534263468226" style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SrqcpF9e0MI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ZwZ0hWvm0FI/s200/6769_130494807141_130493402141_3025192_7243010_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the group member are very talented indiviulas but together there dynamic Sincere is not only a great femcee but a talented graphics designer as well  Syn, Ace &amp;amp; Marley kill beats. this isnt your ordinary makeshift band. The music is studio quality and sounds as if it can compete with  any group on the radio now. my personal favs are swag aplashin and what a  hata think. Check em out you'll luv there music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/trushootaz1&lt;br /&gt;http://imeem.com/trushootazhttp&lt;br /&gt;http://youtube.com/trushootaz&lt;br /&gt;http://twitter.com/trushootaz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/5grpbGvS2o/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/5grpbGvS2o/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=5grpbGvS2o" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=5grpbGvS2o" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=5grpbGvS2o" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=5grpbGvS2o" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/5grpbGvS2o/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/shezs0sincere/music/5LDp5JbG/sincere-sincere-swag-splashin/"&gt;Sincere - Swag Splashin - Sincere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/xCttd2VwFN/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/xCttd2VwFN/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="340" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=xCttd2VwFN" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=xCttd2VwFN" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=xCttd2VwFN" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=xCttd2VwFN" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/xCttd2VwFN/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/shezs0sincere/playlist/_xveObUS/sincere-multimedia-exclusive-tracks-music-playlist/"&gt;// SINCERE MULTIMEDIA --- EXCLUSIVE TRACKS  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-4491003315969037921?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/4491003315969037921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=4491003315969037921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/4491003315969037921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/4491003315969037921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/09/artist-spotlight.html' title='artist spotlight'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SrqcSnUzrMI/AAAAAAAAAVc/CXnY0xehM6g/s72-c/shootaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-5539118007461839611</id><published>2009-09-23T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T14:44:57.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>homie lover buddy friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So last night i was havin a convo with a dear friend hey double a!!!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;we were talkin about female and male friends and the down sides to that type of friendship. Now ladies I must ask WTF is wrong wit yall??????? Okay you can nit lemme repeat that shyt &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CAN NOT&lt;/span&gt; have makeshift boyfriend-friends. You cant spend all this time with a guy go out to eat go to the movies, stay at his crib , get undressed n front of him then expect him not to try to fuck u. DUH bitches thas like getting ass naked in front of a man and expecting him not to look. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;STUPID AS SHYT&lt;/span&gt;.  Fist of all if you are a sexual uninhibited female theres nothing wrong with that and you may like conversing with your friends about sex and you various skills theres also nothing wrong with that BUT if your male friend is getting treated like your boyfriend the least you can do is suck a nigga dick or sumthin. LMAO I mean damn how u gonna get mad at him for wantin to sex you when &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;BITCH YOU FLAUNT THE PUSSY!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;  and then when he asks for sum or hint at it you act like he just tried to shoot the pope… ladies ladies ladies this shyt aint cool don’t call this nigga in the middle of the night bitchin about “ my boyfriend doesn’t do this and he don’t do that , the sex isint great” WTF okay if ima dude ima say well shyt bring urself over here and let me burn dat ass up all night ill give u sumthin to talk about. You trynna act like ur pussy is holier than though when both of yall know bitch u&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;BOPPIN&lt;/span&gt; so why u fakin on the nigga that give u quality time and stay on the phone n take u out… oh but u let the nigga u met at the club last night hit and u dnt even fukin know his last name? SMH bitches……  like women get made at there male friends for comin on to them but we set ourselves up sumtimes… you gonna get undressed in front of a man and when he try to come for you u get mad ughhhhh &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;DON’T SHOW ME A BOOB IF I CANT SUCK IT AND DON’T SHOW ME A  ASS CHEEK IF I CANT FUCK IT&lt;/span&gt; real talk truest shyt I ever said…. &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;BEIN YOUR FRIEND GETS A NIGGA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;BLUE BALLS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;AND A HEADACHE AND YOU WONDER WHY HE DISTANCES HIMSELF FROM YOU&lt;/span&gt;. All im sayin is see shyt from a dudes point of view sumtimes. I know its ur pussy u will do with it what u please but sum shyt just makes NO sense men are simple creatures they see it , they want it the go after it so don’t get mad if ur “homie” tries to b ur B-U-D-D-Y. musiq said it best a buddy is a equal benefical arangment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hNJ6J5NVpwY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hNJ6J5NVpwY&lt;/a&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/1708208036770126719-5539118007461839611?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/5539118007461839611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=5539118007461839611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/5539118007461839611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/5539118007461839611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/09/homie-lover-buddy-friend.html' title='homie lover buddy friend'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-2006605949142416293</id><published>2009-09-16T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T06:43:43.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tests of faith</title><content type='html'>people say god has a way of showing you who's god&lt;br /&gt;but i been searchin all my life n im still lookin 4 it&lt;br /&gt; trial after tribulation and im still goin thru it&lt;br /&gt;damn i want shyt 2 be better&lt;br /&gt;but y i feel like im goin thru hell to do it&lt;br /&gt; laugh now cry later thas sum tru shyt&lt;br /&gt;looks like life catches up wit u faster than u ever knew&lt;br /&gt;wen every chance u ever had u blew&lt;br /&gt;im just lookin 4 tha right tunnel so i can follow thru&lt;br /&gt;hidden tears behind smiles i just breeze through life&lt;br /&gt;you'll never know my struggles&lt;br /&gt;you'll never see my pain&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when it storms but i damn sure love the rain&lt;br /&gt;it brings me relief so i can cry in peace&lt;br /&gt;pacin down a empty sidewalk with tear stained cheeks&lt;br /&gt;i found my way to the church and as i was standin at the stairs&lt;br /&gt;the heavens opened upi swear i could hear an angels prayers&lt;br /&gt;it was then that i knew exactly where i should be&lt;br /&gt;i put all my faith in god because he put all his love in me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-2006605949142416293?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/2006605949142416293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=2006605949142416293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/2006605949142416293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/2006605949142416293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/09/tests-of-faith.html' title='tests of faith'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-3761405576009082359</id><published>2009-09-16T02:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T02:11:05.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHYYYYY?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SrCrqYbpE3I/AAAAAAAAATk/zmRgZwcTwTk/s1600-h/0912090002-765375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SrCrqYbpE3I/AAAAAAAAATk/zmRgZwcTwTk/s320/0912090002-765375.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381990299308987250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Omfg... Drop socks????? Okay so im n the club partyin like shyt while my lil cuz performin then i turn to my left and see this shyt.... I wish i wouldve got the whole outfit. This crackhead lookin bitch had on liquid leggings a white t a mans vest that was hideous! And drop socks wit reebooks.... BITCH ima need you to steep into 2009 and leave 1993 there! What the hell now whomever let her walk out the house like this is dead ass wrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-3761405576009082359?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/3761405576009082359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=3761405576009082359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/3761405576009082359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/3761405576009082359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/09/whyyyyy.html' title='WHYYYYY?????'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SrCrqYbpE3I/AAAAAAAAATk/zmRgZwcTwTk/s72-c/0912090002-765375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-5728335238531838127</id><published>2009-09-15T22:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T06:17:39.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.i.p.</title><content type='html'>The big brown eyes u luved to look in to are tired of looking at u&lt;br /&gt;The heart u loved is tired of breaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats worth losing me?&lt;br /&gt;Money, friends material things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive asked u for nothing and given you everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In return what have i recieved?&lt;br /&gt;Tear stained pillows&lt;br /&gt;Lonely nights&lt;br /&gt; headace's derived from our constant fights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i"d love u forever&lt;br /&gt;I thought u were my last&lt;br /&gt;but now i realize You will inevitably become just another man in my past&lt;br /&gt; A face with a name and no feelings attached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never loved a man more than i loved u&lt;br /&gt;Today i realized we wouldnt work and my heart ripped in 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knw part of me will die with the memory of you&lt;br /&gt;A life will never happen&lt;br /&gt;Smiles we wont share&lt;br /&gt;Laughter we wont hear&lt;br /&gt;Moments we wont rember&lt;br /&gt;and memories we wont have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A plane wont take flight to a destination where a honeymoon would have been filled with lustful nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An aisle i'll never walk with u 2 words i wont say... "I do"&lt;br /&gt;Our unborn child will never have a chance to see daddy's smile every morning and feel mommys hands&lt;br /&gt;so many plans we made for our future that will never come to pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.i.p. To all the things we once were and the many things that will never be&lt;br /&gt;I hope u find what your looking for and i leave our luv with your memory of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-5728335238531838127?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/5728335238531838127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=5728335238531838127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/5728335238531838127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/5728335238531838127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/09/fwd-rip.html' title='R.i.p.'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-3339650127806473594</id><published>2009-09-15T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T19:54:41.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a womens heart</title><content type='html'>im not meant to be broken&lt;br /&gt;not meant to be hurt&lt;br /&gt;not meant to be your sidewalk on days you feel like being a jerk&lt;br /&gt;and love isint a joke i dont take it lightly&lt;br /&gt;in spite of your lack of enthusiasum&lt;br /&gt;i tried to make it work but as we both know you hit me where it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you promised you'd never make me cry&lt;br /&gt;promised you'd never scheme or lie&lt;br /&gt;promised to be there&lt;br /&gt;promised to love&lt;br /&gt;promised to chersish me and put me above all things&lt;br /&gt;you said you were different but in reality u were just like the rest&lt;br /&gt;this was the final exam and baby you horribly failed the test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was everything you could want and everything you'd ever need&lt;br /&gt;but you just couldnt give me a few simple things&lt;br /&gt;your love&lt;br /&gt;trust and loyalty&lt;br /&gt;and i wont scream and shout i wont even strike you&lt;br /&gt;even though some days i feel like throwing liquid on you and staring while i ignite you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youve made me want to be like the very men i despise&lt;br /&gt;telling niggas i luv them and filling there head with lies&lt;br /&gt;telling them i care knowing i really dont&lt;br /&gt;and telling them there always be my one and only when i know they wont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could be vindictive and i could be a bitch&lt;br /&gt;but theres only one thing i really really wish&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could forget all the heartaches and all the pain&lt;br /&gt;that way i'd never have the thought that all men are the same&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could go back to the day we meet and stop myself from doing somthing i'd regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish this didnt hurt so much&lt;br /&gt;some times i cant take what i feel&lt;br /&gt;so i light it up n take a drink till its my face i cant feel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-3339650127806473594?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/3339650127806473594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=3339650127806473594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/3339650127806473594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/3339650127806473594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/09/womens-heart.html' title='a womens heart'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-3035120201268906903</id><published>2009-09-12T12:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T12:28:55.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early morning bullshyt</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/Sqv2dwwYwcI/AAAAAAAAATc/4QzTyFPsDls/s1600-h/0911090002-735443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/Sqv2dwwYwcI/AAAAAAAAATc/4QzTyFPsDls/s320/0911090002-735443.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380665170988679618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I hate fuckin wakin up in the morning and traffic is that bullshyt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-3035120201268906903?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/Sqv2dwwYwcI/AAAAAAAAATc/4QzTyFPsDls/s72-c/0911090002-735443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-3470205712383616567</id><published>2009-09-11T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T16:25:48.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS WHY MEN ARE IDIOTS....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SqrcQR8nyLI/AAAAAAAAATU/qxPT2xndq7s/s1600-h/sexy%2520woman%2520with%2520gun%2520(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380354877101164722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SqrcQR8nyLI/AAAAAAAAATU/qxPT2xndq7s/s200/sexy%2520woman%2520with%2520gun%2520(3).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SqrcPyiHQbI/AAAAAAAAATM/BdVfCmqeBrY/s1600-h/1406186807_1fde059a35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380354868668481970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SqrcPyiHQbI/AAAAAAAAATM/BdVfCmqeBrY/s200/1406186807_1fde059a35.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SqrcPhJ0ZQI/AAAAAAAAATE/DS_FzYJM0R8/s1600-h/679071054_af0a316552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 153px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380354864003179778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SqrcPhJ0ZQI/AAAAAAAAATE/DS_FzYJM0R8/s200/679071054_af0a316552.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;09/11/2009 &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;05:07AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:openPopup('5')" href="https://myaccount.boostmobile.com/servlet/ecare?inf_action=BoostAccountActivity#"&gt;Multi-Media Messaging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09/11/2009 &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;05:05AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:openPopup('6')" href="https://myaccount.boostmobile.com/servlet/ecare?inf_action=BoostAccountActivity#"&gt;Multi-Media Messaging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09/11/2009 &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;04:47AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:openPopup('7')" href="https://myaccount.boostmobile.com/servlet/ecare?inf_action=BoostAccountActivity#"&gt;Multi-Media Messaging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09/11/2009 &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;04:39AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:openPopup('8')" href="https://myaccount.boostmobile.com/servlet/ecare?inf_action=BoostAccountActivity#"&gt;Multi-Media Messaging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09/11/2009 &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;04:39AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:openPopup('9')" href="https://myaccount.boostmobile.com/servlet/ecare?inf_action=BoostAccountActivity#"&gt;Multi-Media Messaging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09/11/2009 &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;04:38AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:openPopup('10')" href="https://myaccount.boostmobile.com/servlet/ecare?inf_action=BoostAccountActivity#"&gt;Multi-Media Messaging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09/11/2009 &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;04:37AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:openPopup('11')" href="https://myaccount.boostmobile.com/servlet/ecare?inf_action=BoostAccountActivity#"&gt;Multi-Media Messaging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09/11/2009 &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;04:37AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:openPopup('12')" href="https://myaccount.boostmobile.com/servlet/ecare?inf_action=BoostAccountActivity#"&gt;Multi-Media Messaging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09/11/2009 &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;04:36AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:openPopup('13')" href="https://myaccount.boostmobile.com/servlet/ecare?inf_action=BoostAccountActivity#"&gt;Multi-Media Messaging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09/11/2009 &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;04:36AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:openPopup('14')" href="https://myaccount.boostmobile.com/servlet/ecare?inf_action=BoostAccountActivity#"&gt;Multi-Media Messaging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09/11/2009 &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;04:35AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:openPopup('15')" href="https://myaccount.boostmobile.com/servlet/ecare?inf_action=BoostAccountActivity#"&gt;Multi-Media Messaging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09/11/2009 &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;04:33AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:openPopup('16')" href="https://myaccount.boostmobile.com/servlet/ecare?inf_action=BoostAccountActivity#"&gt;Multi-Media Messaging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09/11/2009 &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;04:32AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:openPopup('17')" href="https://myaccount.boostmobile.com/servlet/ecare?inf_action=BoostAccountActivity#"&gt;Multi-Media Messaging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09/11/2009 &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;04:31AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:openPopup('18')" href="https://myaccount.boostmobile.com/servlet/ecare?inf_action=BoostAccountActivity#"&gt;Multi-Media Messaging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09/11/2009 &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;04:29AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:openPopup('19')" href="https://myaccount.boostmobile.com/servlet/ecare?inf_action=BoostAccountActivity#"&gt;Multi-Media Messaging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09/11/2009 &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;04:24AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:openPopup('0')" href="https://myaccount.boostmobile.com/servlet/ecare#"&gt;Multi-Media Messaging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09/11/2009 &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;02:51AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:openPopup('1')" href="https://myaccount.boostmobile.com/servlet/ecare#"&gt;Multi-Media Messaging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09/11/2009 &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;02:41AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:openPopup('2')" href="https://myaccount.boostmobile.com/servlet/ecare#"&gt;Multi-Media Messaging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09/11/2009&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; 02:41AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:openPopup('3')" href="https://myaccount.boostmobile.com/servlet/ecare#"&gt;Multi-Media Messaging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09/11/2009 &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;02:41AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;okay so fellas here is a tip if your cheating on your girlfriend make sure she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; know the password to all your online accounts... because nothing is more incriminating than #1 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; #2 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; and #3 YOUR FUCKING ONLINE BILL SUMMARY!!! technology is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mutherfucka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; it???? okay no straight man in his right mind is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; another man at the times listed above.... therefore this combined with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;odd behavior, random m.i.a. sessions and less sex&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;= A &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FUKING&lt;/span&gt; CHEATER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but what makes me made even more is that when i try to be civil and just confront the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; he plays dumb and now he ignores my calls.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TRUUUEEEE&lt;/span&gt; we been together for 2 years and this is how the relationship is gonna end? i have to applaud u baby for being a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANYTHING ASS &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NIGGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you are a spineless bastard instead of looking me in my face and saying it's over you wanna play childish games like a high &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;schooler&lt;/span&gt;. how about this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GROW A PAIR OF NUTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and just tell me what it is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; grown boo if you a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;triflin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cheatin&lt;/span&gt; ass &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; just what you are point blank PERIOD. he is lucky that he no longer owns a car cause i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt; even break his windows i would set that bitch on fire. so words of caution fellas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"karma is a bitch and revenge is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mothafucka&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;niether&lt;/span&gt; have shit on a woman scorned"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lmao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;laughin&lt;/span&gt; now see what i do...&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/1708208036770126719-3470205712383616567?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/3470205712383616567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=3470205712383616567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/3470205712383616567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/3470205712383616567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-why-men-are-idiots.html' title='THIS IS WHY MEN ARE IDIOTS....'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SqrcQR8nyLI/AAAAAAAAATU/qxPT2xndq7s/s72-c/sexy%2520woman%2520with%2520gun%2520(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-5673127930235941604</id><published>2009-09-11T10:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T10:38:44.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mizz mocha</title><content type='html'>people say god has a way of showing you who god is, but i been searchin all my life n im still lookin 4 it , trial after tribulation and im still goin thru it damn i want shyt 2 be better but y i feel like im goin thru hell to do it, laugh now cry la...ter thas sum tru shyt looks like life catches up wit u faster than u ever knew wen every chance u ever had u blew im just lookin 4 tha right tunnel so i can follow thru..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-5673127930235941604?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/5673127930235941604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=5673127930235941604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/5673127930235941604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/5673127930235941604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/09/mizz-mocha.html' title='mizz mocha'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-764620366172453924</id><published>2009-09-09T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T11:00:29.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK relationships.... yeah i said it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/Sqfs7-NI75I/AAAAAAAAAS8/5iq38h4fNpI/s1600-h/gc0929_450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379528794971893650" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/Sqfs7-NI75I/AAAAAAAAAS8/5iq38h4fNpI/s200/gc0929_450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;man being in love is hard but you know whats harder???? having a relationship. see people tend to take advantage of you when they know you love them. They do shit just because you love them so much you will let them get away with it. The only thing worse than a relationship is when its over!!!!!! ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;when its over you feel like you've wasted years you will never get back days u will never again have moments you will never forget and memories you will never be able to erase. See once you love a person I mean truly love a person they will always have a place in you heart even if they did you really wrong you may stop loving them but you will never forget about them. You will move on and get on with your life but in the back of your mind they will still occupy sum small place.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew what love was but now that I'm older i look back and i realize so many times have i used that word in vain. many times have i said "i love you" and i really didn't. Now i know that I've only really loved 3 men in my life. my first love Although we were young I still often think of him i miss him and in sum ways i luv him but am not in love with him. my second love was a man i thought could do no wrong he treated me like i was the most important thing in his life. he made me feel like i was unbreakable. AND last but not least the third... and most recent god this man&lt;br /&gt;i believe I loved him the most. Like settle down spend the rest of my life with u type of love&lt;br /&gt;He made me feel like i was floating whenever i was with him. and when we were apart my heart grew fonder i missed him he was my waking thought and my reoccurring dream. he was my perfect man.... or so i thought he was beautiful long dreaded hair perfect chocolate skin tall a beautiful smile and a loving touch. He was intelligent thoughtful, caring, considerate a model man and an outstanding father but maybe that was the problem i put him up on a pedestal as if he was above every other man i labeled him my last and only but as time went on things changed...&lt;br /&gt;our perfect relationship became flawed, he became flawed and the more problems arouse the more i held on the harder oi tried to be a perfect girlfriend to be there for him to be his everything. but the more i tried the more he seemed to slip from my grasp.&lt;br /&gt;And people say in the end you see the beginning. I did and that made the end hurt so much more. I never thought I'd hurt like this over a man&lt;br /&gt;the sky is less blue, the sun's not so bright, i cant sleep because he invades my dreams and when I'm awake my awakening thoughts often drift to him. I feel as if sum one stabbed me and everyday they just twist the jagged edged knife a little more.&lt;br /&gt;I tried escaping my reality with alchol&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't work because when I'm sober and sooner or later your always sober.lol. the pain came back&lt;br /&gt;I tried to smoke it away but once i was sober the pain came back&lt;br /&gt;everyone keeps telling me to get over him date sum one else to get my mind off of it. but how do you date sum one Else's when u met Mr. right and he was wrong?&lt;br /&gt;how do you hold hope for any other relationship when the man of your dreams became you worst nightmare?&lt;br /&gt;now I reflect on love relationships and people of my past and i ask myself am I meant&lt;br /&gt;to be loved? will I ever really love sum one like I love him?&lt;br /&gt;everyone keeps saying " your to young to give up on love" but love has hit me 2 times to many and fucked me over every time&lt;br /&gt;relationships have fucked me over every single time&lt;br /&gt;when is enough just... enough???????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-764620366172453924?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/764620366172453924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=764620366172453924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/764620366172453924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/764620366172453924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/09/fuck-relationships-yeah-i-said-it.html' title='FUCK relationships.... yeah i said it'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/Sqfs7-NI75I/AAAAAAAAAS8/5iq38h4fNpI/s72-c/gc0929_450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-4360470769719541797</id><published>2009-08-18T20:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T20:59:49.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somthing profound i heard today</title><content type='html'>Death leaves a heart-ache no one can heal but love leaves a memory no one can steal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-4360470769719541797?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/4360470769719541797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=4360470769719541797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/4360470769719541797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/4360470769719541797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/08/somthing-profound-i-heard-today.html' title='Somthing profound i heard today'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-8860454477743951067</id><published>2009-08-16T23:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T12:42:53.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince or player?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SyALtivi1bI/AAAAAAAAAW8/2WfNeNj2WjA/s1600-h/neyo_gentleman_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413339629147575730" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SyALtivi1bI/AAAAAAAAAW8/2WfNeNj2WjA/s200/neyo_gentleman_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; prince...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SyALtTMpEoI/AAAAAAAAAW0/yfvgmI3vZdw/s1600-h/pimp+c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413339624974652034" style="WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SyALtTMpEoI/AAAAAAAAAW0/yfvgmI3vZdw/s200/pimp+c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or player???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A player may pipe u down, but a prince wont break your heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which would u prefer? I was listing to this song on jazmine sullivans cd called "another man" now while listing to tha lyrics it inspired me to write a blog. In one verse she says..." u should go and find sumone else who can treat you right,give u tha world. Sumone who understands the man u are cuz baby u shine so bright i would just dim your stars. A girl who treats you like u treat them boy i know theres plenty women who would love to have a man like you but im in love with sumone else"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;" i cant explain why its him and not you and at the end of the night i just dnt want to, cuz he aint no... and we always seem to fight he got the perfect body and he dnt even treat me right. Ohh but when im with him, hey when im with him aint nobody else like it. I luv him, i luv him , im so sorry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a funny subject im curious ladies why do you leave the good guy for the badass? Why isint the sweeheart enuff?&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather have the man who is evertyhing u want but lacking in the bedroom or the man who is a complete asshole and is inconsiderate but can fuck you ten ways from sunday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its funny that alot of women choose the second guy and then they complain about how he treats them. Why are u with him if your gonna continue to bitch about the way hee treats you?&lt;br /&gt;If you are a grown ass women still walkin around sayin niggas aint shyt you need to ask yourself why r u still fukin wit "aint shyt type of niggas" a man can only do what u allow him to.so lets take sum personal responsibility here ladies... Heres somthin i wanna pass on to u that my dad told me. " A MAN WILL ALWAYS SHOW U WHO HE IS " meaning u can only be a wolf in sheeps clothing for so long. There are always warnings and clues people unintentionally show you. So who will you choose? Player or prince...&lt;/p&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/1708208036770126719-8860454477743951067?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/8860454477743951067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=8860454477743951067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/8860454477743951067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/8860454477743951067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/08/prince-or-player.html' title='Prince or player?'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SyALtivi1bI/AAAAAAAAAW8/2WfNeNj2WjA/s72-c/neyo_gentleman_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-882888348248306017</id><published>2009-08-12T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T14:08:07.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stacks on mi culo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SoMrazkglqI/AAAAAAAAASs/nmpoeb4LScU/s1600-h/Picture-33.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369182920275695266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SoMrazkglqI/AAAAAAAAASs/nmpoeb4LScU/s200/Picture-33.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;okay im pretty sure noone can miss this obessesion wit big ass booties. example cubana lust , angel lola luv and  bria myles. now i myself am a fan of the "donk" dont get me wrong but there are so many women who have a chronic case of " nasatall"(no-ass-at-all) or "moasdenenuff" (more-ass-than-enuff). lmao them bytches need to share the wealth no bullshyt. the good lord didnt bless us all with huge booties and little waist's but for those of you  who just dnt "measure" up in the butt here are a few optoins to get a lil more junk n ur trunk...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) This trully amazes me stick on butt pads??? who is buying this shyt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.siliconebody.com/Sticky-Butt-Pads-PEEL-and-STICK"&gt;http://www.siliconebody.com/Sticky-Butt-Pads-PEEL-and-STICK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.)brazilian butt lift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.locateadoc.com/pictures/cosmetic-surgery/buttock-lift-brazilian-butt-lift.html"&gt;http://www.locateadoc.com/pictures/cosmetic-surgery/buttock-lift-brazilian-butt-lift.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plasticsurgery.com/liposuction/the-brazilian-way-shapely-buttocks-with-your-own-fat-a157.aspx"&gt;http://www.plasticsurgery.com/liposuction/the-brazilian-way-shapely-buttocks-with-your-own-fat-a157.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) pills???? hmmm ima lil skeptical poppin pills for tha booty? who knows &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dimecurves.com/"&gt;http://www.dimecurves.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) wax on wax off LOL big booty cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glutimax.com/"&gt;http://www.glutimax.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) back shots!!!! (not those kind) hahha needle a day makes tha butt bigs niggas run ur way lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ezinearticles.com/?Hydrogel-Buttocks-Injections---What-To-Expect-After-the-Procedure&amp;amp;id=1970115"&gt;http://ezinearticles.com/?Hydrogel-Buttocks-Injections---What-To-Expect-After-the-Procedure&amp;amp;id=1970115&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.squidoo.com/BUTTOCKS"&gt;http://www.squidoo.com/BUTTOCKS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/1708208036770126719-882888348248306017?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/882888348248306017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=882888348248306017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/882888348248306017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/882888348248306017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/08/stacks-on-mi-culo.html' title='stacks on mi culo'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SoMrazkglqI/AAAAAAAAASs/nmpoeb4LScU/s72-c/Picture-33.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-7770052392189142391</id><published>2009-08-07T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T06:18:57.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beauty is in the eyes of the beholder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SnxVX6upQEI/AAAAAAAAASk/VDjOSdx98EA/s1600-h/south+africa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367258725309038658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SnxVX6upQEI/AAAAAAAAASk/VDjOSdx98EA/s200/south+africa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SnxVX8W5UuI/AAAAAAAAASc/CPERYPn2fFc/s1600-h/mPic001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367258725746299618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SnxVX8W5UuI/AAAAAAAAASc/CPERYPn2fFc/s200/mPic001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SnxVXUO6R8I/AAAAAAAAASU/AHX6pjc4ZFM/s1600-h/l_29717341d1154b9dbcc173db76af2454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367258714975389634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SnxVXUO6R8I/AAAAAAAAASU/AHX6pjc4ZFM/s200/l_29717341d1154b9dbcc173db76af2454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SnxVXDBHfmI/AAAAAAAAASM/GQkbixakZX8/s1600-h/3096623204_aeca884b5f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367258710354132578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SnxVXDBHfmI/AAAAAAAAASM/GQkbixakZX8/s200/3096623204_aeca884b5f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SnxVXL3Q2qI/AAAAAAAAASE/OfR7PnJQO0s/s1600-h/1190138498_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367258712728722082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SnxVXL3Q2qI/AAAAAAAAASE/OfR7PnJQO0s/s200/1190138498_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SnxNrI7cljI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yfsJUdgyOK8/s1600-h/draft_lens1821538module7868688photo_WorldsMostBeautifulWoman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367250259445323314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SnxNrI7cljI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yfsJUdgyOK8/s200/draft_lens1821538module7868688photo_WorldsMostBeautifulWoman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(what i find beautiful)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SnxMa4n72yI/AAAAAAAAARs/4Zpj8YRmXEI/s1600-h/jkrowlingc-761486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367248880678984482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SnxMa4n72yI/AAAAAAAAARs/4Zpj8YRmXEI/s200/jkrowlingc-761486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(what the world finds beautiful)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have noticed in the last couple of years magazines and t.v. have considered "beauty" to be a fake warped version of the tru thing. Even the girls on the front of magazines that women old and young want to look like dnt even look like that in person... Beautiful comes in all shapes and sizes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What is the perfect body?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THERES NO SUCH THING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one body can be the epitome of what all body's should look like. baby variety is the spice of life! And dont you ever forget that. god made us in his image and you should be beautiful in the skin you are in because who made up this thing that beautiul is not being in double digit clothing???? i have to b a size 4 to be sexy??? to be considered to have a nice shape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;NO THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will take my double d's and my nice ass and thighs anyday over being a toothpick!&lt;br /&gt;Why do females strive to be somthing no one is? we tourture ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;sitting uder hot ass hair dryers to get the perfect hair style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;putting on make up to have the perfect look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;high heels to be sexy and statuesque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is it???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will the main stream media start to accept beauty in all its forms?&lt;br /&gt;tall thin and blond doesnt automatically equal beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;beautiful &lt;/span&gt;can be thick thighs and full lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; can be kinky hair and dark skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; can be short and built&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the world finds beautiful is usually unrealistic newsflash everybody cant wake up in the morning looking like the could b on the cover of vouge.. not even the females on the cover! so &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;next time you think of what is beautiful to you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;broaden your horizons baby cuz theres more than one path to take to your destination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1708208036770126719-7770052392189142391?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/7770052392189142391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=7770052392189142391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/7770052392189142391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/7770052392189142391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/08/real-women-have-curves.html' title='beauty is in the eyes of the beholder'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SnxVX6upQEI/AAAAAAAAASk/VDjOSdx98EA/s72-c/south+africa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-6049191606490193659</id><published>2009-08-04T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T09:27:19.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love lost</title><content type='html'>Beep beep beep beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeppppp&lt;br /&gt;I flatlined today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah my heart just broke&lt;br /&gt;I was layin there in my mind thinking sumhow this must be a joke&lt;br /&gt;I never fathomed being without you&lt;br /&gt;I never thought one day I’d wake up and you wouldn’t be around&lt;br /&gt;Its so silent here…. In my world since you’ve been gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every song reminds me of you, of us….&lt;br /&gt;Every poem makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;I stare aimlessly into the world when im walking down the street&lt;br /&gt;Life falls on deaf ears for me, its like all I hear is your heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;They say the pain should lessin with time&lt;br /&gt;But as each day goes by I remebr more and forget so much less&lt;br /&gt;I miss your carress&lt;br /&gt;Your kind words and funny jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My momma always told me I had to whatch out for people like you&lt;br /&gt;The kind that creep in your heart and never leave your mind&lt;br /&gt;There memorys always withstand the test of time&lt;br /&gt;Some days I wake up I don’t know if I should laugh or cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I forget you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I want to say and so many things we should’ve done&lt;br /&gt;I knew from the moment we meet you where the one&lt;br /&gt; but life has a cruel and unusual type of humor&lt;br /&gt;and I guess we are its amusment at the moment &lt;br /&gt;because as soon as our silver lining came I saw storm clouds coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I will always rember your face &lt;br /&gt;the same face that gave me tears&lt;br /&gt;gave me joy&lt;br /&gt;gave me fear&lt;br /&gt;gave me love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the man of a thousand masks&lt;br /&gt;and you wore them all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep you close to me &lt;br /&gt;Right in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Our fairytale ends in the beggening &lt;br /&gt;And happily ever after is so far away &lt;br /&gt;But that’s the reality of life it comes and it goes&lt;br /&gt;And one day I’ll wake up&lt;br /&gt;One day my heart will beat again &lt;br /&gt;One day I will have you to look forward to but until then…...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SnhhSpa482I/AAAAAAAAARU/-1T7ACHmt_s/s1600-h/tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-4661679209646074404</id><published>2009-07-31T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:34:49.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fairytales and reality</title><content type='html'>this is a lil poem i wrote off the top of my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SnNSp_s1A0I/AAAAAAAAARM/WD1l11qb_9w/s1600-h/cinderella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SnNSp_s1A0I/AAAAAAAAARM/WD1l11qb_9w/s200/cinderella.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364722462555964226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn some days i wake up feeling like this... &lt;br /&gt;shyt i drink to much maybe i should quit&lt;br /&gt;cuz the bright lights of the night always callin my name&lt;br /&gt;and all my life i've prayed for fortune and fame&lt;br /&gt;i long wished i could change things&lt;br /&gt;but it seems like the more i pray the more things stay the same&lt;br /&gt;and i woke up one day angry with the wrong person&lt;br /&gt;and my ill feelings couldnt be shooken&lt;br /&gt;i often want to reach out and apologize for those ive hurt&lt;br /&gt;but my pride gets in the way and i end up feeling worse&lt;br /&gt;yet everyday i wake up get made up and paint on my smile&lt;br /&gt;damn if you could walk in my shoes u'd have alotta miles&lt;br /&gt;seen alot and done just as much&lt;br /&gt;but it seems like the one thing i want to attain i cant touch&lt;br /&gt;but ima keep reachin out and hope i catch it&lt;br /&gt;cuz my bottles is gettin empty and my life is kinda hectic&lt;br /&gt;now im on to the next trick how to get this money as fast as i spend it&lt;br /&gt;fast lane life is all i ever needed and im lookin blessed now&lt;br /&gt;so excuse me if im concited but they aint want me then&lt;br /&gt;but know ima commodity &lt;br /&gt;my name in their mouth like im some kinda celebrity &lt;br /&gt;keep hatin on me cuz im in the fast lane passin you by&lt;br /&gt;lifes roulette to me  yeah i really do spin it&lt;br /&gt;black or red baby which one we gettin it in wit?&lt;br /&gt;ima pour me another drin and evaluate more &lt;br /&gt;it feels so good to be here sumthin i adore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-4661679209646074404?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/4661679209646074404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-9003128826617750140</id><published>2009-07-28T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T12:25:19.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dress for success</title><content type='html'>Many professional women are guilty of multiple fashion HELL NAW'S and their lack of judgment can sometimes lead to being passed over for a job or promotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressing for success means business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much cleavage&lt;br /&gt;   Showing too much cleavage at work is the No. 1 &lt;br /&gt;unless you work for  40 oz bounce.com or sum other porn joint then cover up da ta ta's. Bottom line: If you want to get ahead, ditch the low-cut top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mini skirt&lt;br /&gt;   Wearing a micro-mini may send the message. If you are showing off your legs people will never look at your face by people i mean MEN... Also some guys have this wierd train of thought that goes like this little skirt= easy access. so unless your a "hoe fo sho" (lmao luv that movie) then try knee lenght or all together slacks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See-through clothes&lt;br /&gt;   see through stuff may feel cool and pretty,but you will reveal a little to much of your personal business to the office. there is no reason i should be able to tell what type of vicki's you have on. save the see-throughs for fredricks and the bedroom not ur job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over-accessorizing&lt;br /&gt;      toomuch is never a good thing. too much perfum and u smell like ass to much of one color and you look frumpy. so accessories is also the same way. minamal is always good as well as conversational piecse. example bold necklace then skip the braclets and go for studs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing the beach into the office&lt;br /&gt;    flip-flops.... ughh crocs... unless you work in the mail room and want to stay there let these GO... Nothing makes you look less professional than coming to the office like you're dressed for the beach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-9003128826617750140?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/9003128826617750140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=9003128826617750140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/9003128826617750140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/9003128826617750140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/07/dress-for-success.html' title='dress for success'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-8778802530683323723</id><published>2009-07-28T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T05:31:18.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh WOW....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/Sm7u39V5zPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/-J91nzho5Go/s1600-h/tat+mj+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/Sm7u39V5zPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/-J91nzho5Go/s200/tat+mj+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363486851371486450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/Sm7u4RQSgDI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0HKuDy7Mhqg/s1600-h/tat+mj.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/Sm7u4RQSgDI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0HKuDy7Mhqg/s200/tat+mj.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363486856716648498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i know mj was the best performer and inspired many lives. BUT WTF is wrong with people ???? are u serious this is no longer a recession we are offically in a deppression and you spend your money on big colorful tats.... hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or stuff like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/Sm7vQq5yhnI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/EmwGfofyAuM/s1600-h/t-pain-big-ass-chain-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/Sm7vQq5yhnI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/EmwGfofyAuM/s200/t-pain-big-ass-chain-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363487275918460530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man some people never cease to amaze me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-8778802530683323723?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/Sm7u39V5zPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/-J91nzho5Go/s72-c/tat+mj+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-2677638853232486263</id><published>2009-07-16T05:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T05:38:58.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vistoso bossess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new music'/><title type='text'>orgasm for your ears...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aDwGPmRRBUs&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aDwGPmRRBUs&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this song has prob benn out but i just heard it.... its called delirious by Vistoso bosses. its cute and girly and fun i luv the video and the girls look great hope to see more from them in the near future check out the vid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-2677638853232486263?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-7774866216236132840</id><published>2009-07-11T19:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T19:00:17.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST BECAUSE....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SllDsfGkGYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/0efBguPcbO8/s1600-h/0629090001-717462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SllDsfGkGYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/0efBguPcbO8/s320/0629090001-717462.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357387663276251522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is gonna b my new series just like (WHYYYYYYY) this one will be the statemnt just because followed by sum common knowledge about whatever the picture is for example in this picture....&lt;p&gt;Just because you thought handcuffs were cute what the fuck made ur bamma ass put them on ur belt loop? Newsflash huney this shyt went out n 2001 so either take ur ass back to a time where this shyt was &amp;quot;cool&amp;quot; or upgrade ur shyt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-7774866216236132840?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/7774866216236132840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=7774866216236132840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/7774866216236132840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/7774866216236132840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-because.html' title='JUST BECAUSE....'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SllDsfGkGYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/0efBguPcbO8/s72-c/0629090001-717462.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-6979977413321077410</id><published>2009-07-09T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T11:26:18.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when i @#$% u so good y would u wanna break up?????</title><content type='html'>WEllll.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yh-YVrd6IO8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yh-YVrd6IO8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugghhhhh relationships NOW i luv mario and gucci and on a side note sean garret can sing but this is my first time seeing him why is he a big evander holyfield lookin nigga wit a Llyod voice????? hmmm okay ima leave that one alone. lmao but have u listened to this damn song?? this lil nigga has the audacity to say i know i be sayin i be faithful but i dont, i know i be makin u them promises then breakin ur heart again... but baby i love u.. WTF so now to the age old question why do niggas feel they can have there cake and eat it to? hmmmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For sum reason niggas think its okay to do who and what the fuck they want as long as they come home later and cupcake you..... WHERE IN YALL LITTLE ASS PERVERTED MINDS DID YOU FIGURE THIS WAS OKAY? LOOORDDDDD help dem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahhah now i wont lie im no angel i have cheated before but you know what they say what ur man wont do another man will...that was my situation but if your girl is BADDDDD dress her ass off beautiful smart and gives you everything you could ask for and more why is it neccessary for you to go sample sum more pum pum elswhere? do yall get stur crazi every once in a while and just have the urge to wyle the fuk out? sumone explain it to me cuz im at a loss of understanding... Now i can tell you what to do with ur "man business" but i cant for the life of me figure out why u act the way u do when u let ur "jewels" think for you. Is that one night of lust really worth throwing away years of a relationship u built? You may not get caught now but u will sooner or later cuz baby whats done in the dark ALWAYS comes to ----&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SlY0393P0aI/AAAAAAAAAP8/G5r46FAOxoc/s1600-h/bulb.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356526942907519394" style="WIDTH: 77px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 67px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SlY0393P0aI/AAAAAAAAAP8/G5r46FAOxoc/s200/bulb.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it worth it????? so fellas before u cheat ask yourself is this really what i wanna do? if it is sattle up baby and get ready to ride the shyt outta your consiquences.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-6979977413321077410?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/6979977413321077410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=6979977413321077410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/6979977413321077410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/6979977413321077410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-i-u-so-good-y-would-u-wanna-break.html' title='when i @#$% u so good y would u wanna break up?????'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SlY0393P0aI/AAAAAAAAAP8/G5r46FAOxoc/s72-c/bulb.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-3623716075592180451</id><published>2009-06-01T16:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:29:37.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHYYYYYY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SiRkYbCFVWI/AAAAAAAAAPs/hPBxDqMEMDE/s1600-h/0531090003-777740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SiRkYbCFVWI/AAAAAAAAAPs/hPBxDqMEMDE/s320/0531090003-777740.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342505428704384354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Um okay this bitch didnt gget the notice.... Chinese slippers went out the day they was introduced to every corner store in the hood... WHHERE THE FUK DID U EVEN FIND THESE? &lt;br&gt;Man..... This shyt makes me mad as hell it deeply disturbed my soul 2 c this bitch wearin these i wanted to kick her n the left ass cheek and snatch these mutha fukers OFF...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-3623716075592180451?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/3623716075592180451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=3623716075592180451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/3623716075592180451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/3623716075592180451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/06/whyyyyyy.html' title='WHYYYYYY'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SiRkYbCFVWI/AAAAAAAAAPs/hPBxDqMEMDE/s72-c/0531090003-777740.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-422950464741467815</id><published>2009-05-27T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T08:25:45.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>toxic frienemys</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Manipulative sean:&lt;/span&gt; These individuals are experts at manipulation tactics.  Is a matter of fact, you may not even realize you have been manipulated until it is too late.  These individuals figure out what your 'buttons' are, and push them to get what they want.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why they are toxic:&lt;/span&gt; These people have a way of eating away at your belief system and self-esteem.  They find ways to make you do things that you don't necessarily want to do and before you know it The world all of a sudden becomes centered around their needs and their priorities. This is the nigga that will fuck up your credit drive ur car to go see bitches and convince ur ass that the are the PERFECT boyfriend wen they r the exact opposite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Narcissistic shaunita:&lt;/span&gt; These people have an extreme sense of self-importance and believe that the world revolves around them.  You often want to say to them "It isn't always about you."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Why they are toxic:&lt;/span&gt; They are solely focused on their needs, leaving you in the dust.  You are left disappointed and unfulfilled.  Further, they zap your energy by getting you to focus so much on them, that you have nothing left for yourself. THe gimmie gimmie friends they always need shyt ur advice, ur time and every convo is about them&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3.  Downer dion:&lt;/span&gt; These people can't appreciate the positive in life.  If you tell them that it is a beautiful day, they will tell you about the impending thunder storm .  If you tell them you aced a mid-term, they'll tell you about how difficult the final is going to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Why they are toxic:&lt;/span&gt; They take the joy out of everything.  Your rosy outlook on life continues to get squashed with negativity.  Before you know it, their negativity consumes you and you start looking at things with gray colored glasses yourself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Judgmental jessica's&lt;/span&gt;: When you see things as cute and quirky, they see things as strange and unattractive.  If you find people's unique perspectives refreshing, they find them 'wrong'.  If you like someone's eclectic taste, they find it 'disturbing' or 'bad'. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why they are toxic: If the world was a homogeneous place, life would be pretty boring.  Spending a lot of time with these types can inadvertently convert you into a judgmental person as well. You can never have a tell all convo with this friend they will just tell you how u shouldnt do this and that and its wrong to feel this way, while giving u that durty look like you disguste them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Dream Killing Keiths&lt;/span&gt;: Every time you have an idea, these people tell you why you can't do it.  As you achieve, they try to pull you down.  As you dream, they are the first to tell you it is impossible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Why they are toxic:&lt;/span&gt; These people are stuck in what is instead of what could be.  Further, these individuals eat away at your self-esteem and your belief in yourself.  Progress and change can only occur from doing new things and innovating, dreaming the impossible and reaching for the stars. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. Insincere Illissas:&lt;/span&gt; You never quite feel that these people are being sincere.  You tell a funny story, they give you a polite laugh.  You feel depressed and sad and they give you a 'there, there' type response.  You tell them you are excited about something and you get a very ho-hum response.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why they are toxic:&lt;/span&gt; People who aren't sincere or genuine build relationships on superficial criteria.  This breeds shallow, meaningless relationships.  When you are really in need of a friend, they won't be there.  When you really need constructive criticism, they would rather tell you that you are great the way you are.  When you need support, they would rather see you fail or make a fool of yourself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;7. Disrespectful Davids:&lt;/span&gt; These people will say or do things at the most inappropriate times and in the most inappropriate ways.  In essence, they are more subtle, grown up bullies.  Maybe this person is a friend who you confided in and uses your secret against you.  Maybe it is a family member who puts their busy-body nose into your affairs when it is none of their business.  Or maybe, it is a colleague who says demeaning things to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Why they are toxic:&lt;/span&gt; These people have no sense of boundaries and don't respect your feelings or, for that matter, your privacy.  These people will cause you to feel frustrated and disrespected. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;8. Never Enough kelly's&lt;/span&gt;: You can never give enough to these people to make them happy.  They take you for granted and have unrealistic expectations of you.  They find ways to continually fault you and never take responsibility for anything themselves.you know the nigga that feels u changed cuz u got ur shyt together and moved out the hood and there still in it. You win the lotto and they feel there entitled to some of your money cause they r cool wit u...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Why they are toxic:&lt;/span&gt; You will spend so much time trying to please them, They will require all of your time and energy, leaving you worn out and your own needs sacrificed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these personalities have several things in common. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; 1) the more these people get away with their behavior, the more they will continue.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; 2) Unfortunately, most of these people don't see that what they do is wrong and as a result, talking to them about it will fall on deaf ears, leaving you wondering if you are the crazy one.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3) Most of these people get worse with age, making their impact on you stronger with time.&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, life is too short to spend your time dealing with these types of people&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/1708208036770126719-422950464741467815?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/422950464741467815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=422950464741467815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/422950464741467815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/422950464741467815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/05/toxic-frienemys.html' title='toxic frienemys'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-7273211212481044938</id><published>2009-05-18T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:25:08.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHYYYY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/ShImlGVs-6I/AAAAAAAAAME/CnzBouofXeY/s1600-h/0417090001-708949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/ShImlGVs-6I/AAAAAAAAAME/CnzBouofXeY/s320/0417090001-708949.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337370927186115490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;What kinda hood ass mcdonalds would do this? If u look closely u will see there is the cashier standing behind the speaker box with the entire computer to ring up orders and its sitting on top of a cardboard box...WOW what genious ass manager decided this whas a good idea? Good thing it didnt rain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-7273211212481044938?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/7273211212481044938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=7273211212481044938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/7273211212481044938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/7273211212481044938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/05/whyyyy_18.html' title='WHYYYY'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/ShImlGVs-6I/AAAAAAAAAME/CnzBouofXeY/s72-c/0417090001-708949.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-6306001101842190716</id><published>2009-05-16T20:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:43:02.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I never understood bitches...</title><content type='html'>I say bitches cuz the females im about to describe arent grown ass women there childish, ignorant, and idiotic...&lt;p&gt;Where the fuck is your self respect? Do you think its okay tp walk around looking like a low price whore? Little ass skirts with your ass hangin out mid drifts tramp stamps and stilletos sad thing is your jail bait baby barely 17... I keep looking around asking my self who made these girls like that? T.v.? Magazines? Broken homes? WHAT? I cant understand why little girls think the only way to get a mans attention is to show your body what the fuck are u leaving to his imagination sweety?&lt;p&gt;Let me tell you sumthin just in case you have yet to hear it. NO respectable GOOD MAN wants to wife a woman who&lt;p&gt;1.) has sex with them the first two days of knowing each other&lt;br&gt;2.) a woman who walks around all day showing off her ass and tittys&lt;br&gt;3.)a female who feels she needs a man to complete her&lt;br&gt;4. A female with no self respect&lt;p&gt;And im trying to figure out why little high school girls think its cute to be loud. Y am i on the opposite end of the train and i can hear your conversation?&lt;p&gt;Ive seen to many girls trynna be women way to soon. When I was sixteen i wasnt getting tattoos, postind pictures n my underwear on myspace n facebook for the world to see and having sex with men 6 years older than me.It seems like kids lose their innocence quicker n quicker these days. Babies havin babies everywhere the other day i was talking to a friend and she was telling me how she knew a  6th grader who got pregnant. WTF could u imagine what u would say to ur 6th grade little girl if she came home and said mommy im pregnant.... Shyt call me old fashion but i would have half a mid to put my foot in her ass. Im only 21 and i feel like the world im growing up in is passing me by everyone has a flash pass at the toll and im still passing the teller my 2.50&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-6306001101842190716?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/6306001101842190716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=6306001101842190716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/6306001101842190716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/6306001101842190716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-never-understood-bitches.html' title='I never understood bitches...'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-6655683693508022521</id><published>2009-05-12T19:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:14:05.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shyt you see on the metro green line</title><content type='html'>1.)Old ass niggas wit glasses that lense look like plexi-glass&lt;p&gt;2.) homos wit stretch jeans thaat only come half way up there ass so u can see there printed leggins underneath&lt;p&gt;3.) a old durty bastard look alike&lt;p&gt;4.) a bitch wit a technicolor weave and wayyyy to much make up on&lt;p&gt;5.) a 12 year old pushin a stroller by herself wit a 4 year old in it...( seriously does anybody else c whats wrong wit dat image?)&lt;p&gt;6.) never any seats until anacostia stop comes up EVERY FUKING Body gets off&lt;p&gt;7.) a lil wayne look- alike complete wit long ass dreads, face tats and piercing&lt;p&gt;8.) someones mother who is probably 50 dressed like she is a 19 year old prostitute&lt;p&gt;9.) the couple showing wayyyyyy TOO MUCH pda....i mean seriously they look like they bout to fuck on the train. And they prob are.lmao&lt;p&gt;10.) one real badd bitch steps on and EVERY half way decent lookin nigga breaks there neck to try n get her attention&lt;p&gt;11.) lil kids cussin who should prob have a parent wit them but of course there alone&lt;p&gt;12.) the durty muthafuka that scrathes there ass or coughs or digs up there nostrils then touches the poll&lt;p&gt;13.) the one chinese or white bitch gettin off at southern enue tthat looks out of place.&lt;p&gt;14.) two 16 year old hood rats screamin there convo to each other so loud that the next car can hear&lt;p&gt;15.) da crackhead dat got on the train with tha sole purpose of going car to car askin for not ten cent, not twenty five but A WHOLE DAMN DOLLAR so they can get there hit&lt;p&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-6655683693508022521?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/6655683693508022521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=6655683693508022521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/6655683693508022521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/6655683693508022521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/05/shyt-you-see-on-metro-green-line.html' title='Shyt you see on the metro green line'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-756894349874495234</id><published>2009-05-06T03:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T03:34:21.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early morning thoughts</title><content type='html'>The bottom seems low when your on top&lt;br&gt;But when your rock bottom the top seems to high to obtain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-756894349874495234?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/756894349874495234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=756894349874495234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/756894349874495234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/756894349874495234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/05/early-morning-thoughts.html' title='Early morning thoughts'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-5093298083168056645</id><published>2009-05-01T22:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:27:07.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whyyyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SfvZq9qQ2yI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Uge7MZOdJPs/s1600-h/0417090001-727858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SfvZq9qQ2yI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Uge7MZOdJPs/s320/0417090001-727858.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331093916052675362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Now this some hood shyt! Why would mc donalds do this? Only in d.c. Now what jerk fukin decided to put the whole damn computer outside?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-5093298083168056645?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/5093298083168056645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=5093298083168056645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/5093298083168056645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/5093298083168056645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/05/whyyyy.html' title='Whyyyy'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SfvZq9qQ2yI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Uge7MZOdJPs/s72-c/0417090001-727858.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-2527003130104651180</id><published>2009-05-01T10:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:57:11.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the end there's a beggining</title><content type='html'>No anamosity baby yeah we thru &lt;br&gt;and i can breathe just right cuz i definetly seee me without you&lt;p&gt;It was just the stupid shyt that you do &lt;br&gt;u know the uncontrollable things that make u.....YOU&lt;p&gt;no grudges held here baby im over it&lt;p&gt;Had your chance and now ur dismissed&lt;p&gt;And i seen this shyt, full force right in front of me i couldnt miss it&lt;p&gt;Your was wrong all along and i was sittin at home singin sad ass love songs &lt;p&gt;But im so much better now baby im gucci&lt;p&gt;And the shyt that used to phase me just dont get to me&lt;p&gt;Yeah baby im actin brand new....&lt;br&gt;Can u blame a bitch for not wantin 2 fuck wit you?&lt;p&gt;I know you&amp;#39;ll rember me when im long gone, my imagine ingrained in your mind with my voice replaying over and over sweety IM THAT BITCH YOU WILL NEVER FORGET&lt;p&gt;Breathe easy love your regret hasn&amp;#39;t started yet but life begin&amp;#39;s when shyt end&amp;#39;s rember i told you that♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-2527003130104651180?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/2527003130104651180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=2527003130104651180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/2527003130104651180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/2527003130104651180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-end-theres-beggining.html' title='In the end there&apos;s a beggining'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-4204410231336625179</id><published>2009-04-23T07:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T07:01:24.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING FOR ALL FEMALES BETWEEN 12-45</title><content type='html'>DO NOT TAKE THE GARDISL VACCINE.... No matter what your doctors says are the benifits &lt;br&gt;The side effects are horrible...its like having the flu and food poisinig 24-7. Everytime u eat u get queezy then u vomit.u expirence muscle weakness. If u have never felt that let me tell u it SUCKS. Your whole body feels sore like u ran a marthon and ur so exahusted that u literally will be in bed all day just getting up to use the restroom is a struggle. After taking the first of the 3 shot regimine i recieved an email warning about the vaccine but it was to little to late. The email talked about all the side effects and even mentioned that 32 females were killed by the vaccine! What kinda shyt is the pharmecutical companies on?&lt;br&gt;How can u give a vaccine to help prevent a serious illnes that makes u feel like u should b lying in a hospital bed?&lt;br&gt;This shyt is absolutely ridiculous i havvent taken the other two shots and i dont intend to either...taking this vaccine was quite possibly one of the dumbest decisions i have ever made&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-4204410231336625179?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/4204410231336625179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=4204410231336625179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/4204410231336625179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/4204410231336625179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/04/warning-for-all-females-between-12-45.html' title='WARNING FOR ALL FEMALES BETWEEN 12-45'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-8927513157238664164</id><published>2009-04-22T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:36:49.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mizz kim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/Se9jEN0luVI/AAAAAAAAALU/IeGvJilUHQY/s1600-h/ray-j-and-kim-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327585808283449682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/Se9jEN0luVI/AAAAAAAAALU/IeGvJilUHQY/s320/ray-j-and-kim-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/Se9jEIuk4uI/AAAAAAAAALM/GAbl9G5PLOU/s1600-h/kim.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327585806916051682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/Se9jEIuk4uI/AAAAAAAAALM/GAbl9G5PLOU/s320/kim.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd album&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i luv lil kim thru the years she has changed soooo much i dnt understand y people choose to do plastic surgery wen there already beautiful.... look at kim thru the years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/Se9jDyXSlII/AAAAAAAAALE/UHjwy1Gg5do/s1600-h/lil-kim-20050804-60113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327585800912802946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/Se9jDyXSlII/AAAAAAAAALE/UHjwy1Gg5do/s320/lil-kim-20050804-60113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after la bella mafia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/Se9jDyXSlII/AAAAAAAAALE/UHjwy1Gg5do/s1600-h/lil-kim-20050804-60113.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/Se9jDyXSlII/AAAAAAAAALE/UHjwy1Gg5do/s1600-h/lil-kim-20050804-60113.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back in the day&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/Se9jDpL_bqI/AAAAAAAAAK8/xwXOAN0NeYk/s1600-h/younglilkim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327585798449491618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/Se9jDpL_bqI/AAAAAAAAAK8/xwXOAN0NeYk/s320/younglilkim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1708208036770126719-8927513157238664164?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/8927513157238664164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=8927513157238664164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/8927513157238664164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/8927513157238664164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/04/mizz-kim.html' title='mizz kim'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/Se9jEN0luVI/AAAAAAAAALU/IeGvJilUHQY/s72-c/ray-j-and-kim-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-3475427208219983018</id><published>2009-04-21T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T01:06:33.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/video.php?v=wshhU4O03RiayC133Llt"&gt;http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/video.php?v=wshhU4O03RiayC133Llt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uyhh i luv lil wayne its cut5e to c him profess his love n all but i might have to catually kill nivea.... (joking) sad thing is i love 25 reasons da bish can sing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-3475427208219983018?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/3475427208219983018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=3475427208219983018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/3475427208219983018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/3475427208219983018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/04/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-5144319168532007581</id><published>2009-04-15T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:43:18.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hoessss</title><content type='html'>if ur gonna b a hoe... y dont u ask em where the cash at before u show em where the ass at....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-5144319168532007581?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/5144319168532007581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=5144319168532007581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/5144319168532007581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/5144319168532007581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/04/hoessss.html' title='hoessss'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-8804073965880209875</id><published>2009-04-15T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:55:05.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>letters 2 love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dear: Mr&lt;/span&gt;.202;&lt;br /&gt;  what can i say about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; ass. man you put me through hell n back luv &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; ass yet even still u gotta get it together we shall see what 09 got in store for u ...i luv u on everything u know how that goes. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; imagine life with out you. you are the only man besides god , my father and brother that i will love unconditionally. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;in my eyes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; perfect even when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; looking dead at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; flaws&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes i question if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; good enough for you some days i wonder if u even deserve me. Who ever said love makes you do crazy things was right. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Love over comes doubt, fear,and conscious. &lt;/span&gt;Ive often thought you would be the last man i love. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Some days&lt;/span&gt; i wonder if you will even be around. You have changed lately these last 6 months have been so hard for me. I've questioned your sincerity, your trust, and fidelity. but in the end i feel like no man could possibly love me as much as you do and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; luv another on the level that i love you. I hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not a distraction to you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; i wonder if i am because of all the things you have going on in your life how and where do i fit? i used to fit but lately i feel like more things have come along and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; slowly but surely being pushed back further and further away. I hope that if one of these days your love for me subsides that you will come to me and say so. I think of you constantly.... i have never in my life loved a man so passionatly, wanted a man so much and felt as if he was neccessary in my life. you brought out emotions and feelings that i'd barried way before you came along. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I thought of myself as a independent woman who didnt need anything or anyone. I didnt trust any man because my heart had been broken to many times and i NEVER submitted to love. but you changed all of that&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;At times it sadens me to admit that with wreckless abandonment i forgot about all of these things but it gives me immense pleasure to say im so happy i did&lt;/span&gt;. i might have missed the chance to get to know you, to love you, confide in you. you have become so much in my life a lover, confidant, and an amazing friend. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt; more than you can ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Mocha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-8804073965880209875?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/8804073965880209875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=8804073965880209875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/8804073965880209875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/8804073965880209875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/04/letters-2-love.html' title='letters 2 love'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-8545101710646891506</id><published>2009-04-05T05:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T05:03:35.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Times have changed</title><content type='html'>I just saw the wildest shyt yesterday....&lt;br&gt;Picture this mother and daughter right. The daughter is 15 but looks and dress like she 25 her and the mother have matching tounge rings and marilyn monroe piercings. Thas sum hood shyt why the fuck are u allowing ur 15 year old to get pieercings and tattos? &lt;br&gt;And whats with these 13 and 14 year olds having babies? I wasnt thinkin about fukin at tha age. And WHERE are the parents who actually discipline there kids? If i called my motheer anythinng besides mommy she wuld back hand me as well as my grandmother then father...times have changed&lt;br&gt;When did it become socially acceptable to do these things&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-8545101710646891506?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/8545101710646891506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=8545101710646891506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/8545101710646891506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/8545101710646891506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/04/times-have-changed.html' title='Times have changed'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-2560507419913480509</id><published>2009-04-02T04:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T04:54:20.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sumtimes luv comes around...</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;sometimes luv comes around and it knocks u down just get back up when it knocks u down&amp;quot;~keri hilson&lt;p&gt;My question is how many times are u gonna continue to get up when loves knocks u on ur ass? Some people have this amazing ability to be optomistic no matter what. Huney i am not one of those people.love is a RUDE bitch on her period... Me n her fight much to ofteen for my liking....ughhhh when will luv stop being a mean as bully and be my homie? When is enuff enuff? When can ur heart finally just say IM DONE, NO MORE, I QUIT?&lt;br&gt;Some people tell me im to young to give up on love and that i havent begun to expirence true love yet... I dis agree in my short 21 years i have been thru many relationships mainly 3 or 4 important ones and they have all taught me lessons about luv and life. Be it good or bad i&amp;#39;ve learned from them all.theres been times when i just was like fuck it i quit.but i cant help that im a hopless romantic even when i wanna give up my heart keeps tellin me theres nothin like bein in love. Love can make u feel high, like you dnt have a care in the world. It can also make u feel worthless...my question is when is enuff enuff? how many times do u have to get ur heartbroken before u say no more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-2560507419913480509?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/2560507419913480509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=2560507419913480509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/2560507419913480509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/2560507419913480509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/04/sumtimes-luv-comes-around.html' title='Sumtimes luv comes around...'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-8622078712489241801</id><published>2009-03-30T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:48:51.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the difference between college and an hbcu....</title><content type='html'>1. High school started before 8am, but now anything before noon is considered “early."&lt;br /&gt;2. You have more vodka than food in your fridge.&lt;br /&gt;3. Weekends start on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt; 4. 6am is when you go to sleep, not when you wake up.&lt;br /&gt;5. The health center gives out free condoms, and u grab ten or more&lt;br /&gt;6. You check Facebook more than once a day.&lt;br /&gt;7. You get drunk dialed on any night of the week.&lt;br /&gt;8. You wash dishes in the bathroom sink.&lt;br /&gt;9. The standard of meals per day falls to two, sometimes just one.&lt;br /&gt;10. Your trash is overflowing and your bank account isn’t.&lt;br /&gt;11. You go to Target or WalMart more than 3 times a week.&lt;br /&gt;12. Your idea of feeding the poor is buying yourself some ramen noodles.&lt;br /&gt;13. You pay $100 for a book you don't read once, return it four months later, and get $7.&lt;br /&gt;14. You wear flip flops in the shower&lt;br /&gt;17. You skip one class to write a paper for another.&lt;br /&gt;18. You have no idea where your tuition money is going... technology fees? I think not.&lt;br /&gt;19. You stay up late to finish homework then sleep through the class in which it was due.&lt;br /&gt;20. You craft ways to make any game into a drinking/stripping game.&lt;br /&gt;21. You meet the type of people you thought only existed in movies.&lt;br /&gt;22. Printers break down only when you desperately need them.&lt;br /&gt;23. Anything can be cooked in a microwave.&lt;br /&gt;24. Going to the grocery at midnight is completely normal.&lt;br /&gt;25. You can't imagine life without your computer/cell phone/ ipod.&lt;br /&gt;26. A canceled class is almost as exciting as Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;27. Your professors speak English... as a second language.&lt;br /&gt;28. You know what people carrying suspiciously heavy backpacks after dark are doing...&lt;br /&gt;29. The elevators take forever but you'll wait 10 minutes just so you don't have to climb stairs.&lt;br /&gt;30. Class size doubles on exam days.&lt;br /&gt;31. You no longer find it uncool to take naps. In fact, you quite enjoy them.&lt;br /&gt;32.It's illegal to drink in the dorms yet they sell an assortment of shot glasses, beer mugs, tankards, etc. in the bookstore.&lt;br /&gt;33.You know at least one person who has dropped his/her cell phone into a toilet.&lt;br /&gt;34.You admire people's alcohol bottle shrines.&lt;br /&gt; 35.You text faster than you type&lt;br /&gt;36.You run out of black ink and, instead of buying a new ink cartridge, decide blue is a nice substitute... adds a little flair&lt;br /&gt;37. You have a drinking buddy who can hold the most intellectual, deep conversations when drunk. Unfortunately, neither he/she nor you can remember most of it later. &lt;br /&gt;38.starbucks become your new best friends..&lt;br /&gt;39.You know exactly how much food will fit into a mini-fridge..&lt;br /&gt;40.You've made a sandwich on or eaten food off of your $1500 laptop.&lt;br /&gt;41.It is completely acceptable... and encouraged... to party on weeknights. What would life be without Wasted Wednesdays or Thirsty Thursdays?.&lt;br /&gt;42.You smell the clear liquid in your water bottle before you drink it... just to make sure it's actually water..&lt;br /&gt;43. You wonder why dorms stop serving breakfast at 11am. What gives?&lt;br /&gt;44. You finish reading this and wonder how you can procrastinate next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HBCU....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.you know u go to an HBCU when ur professor is fresher than u r&lt;br /&gt;2.where "diversity" is classified as having the thug, the skater boy, the rich kid, and they are all BLACK.&lt;br /&gt;3.You know you go to an HBCU when there's more of a crowd to the witness the half-time performance @ a football game than there is a crowd for the game itself.&lt;br /&gt;4.when the dorms are still sepatated by gender and there is sopposed to be a "curfrew&lt;br /&gt;5.You know you went to an HBCU when EVERYTHING on your campus is marked up with some frat/soro's sign, rocks,grass,trees,benches&lt;br /&gt;5.when there's always a fall/spring convocation and the attendance is mandatory.&lt;br /&gt;6.When people come to your homecoming and they NEVER attended the college.&lt;br /&gt;7.you know u go to an HBCU when its time to graduate, and the university tells u 3 days before graduation u have to meet new requirements&lt;br /&gt;8.u kno u go to an HBCU when there is more competition to be the drum major than the starting QB&lt;br /&gt;9.u spend more time in the registar and financial aid office than in class... *coughs* MORGAN STATE *&lt;br /&gt;10.when the one token white person on campus probably is an Africana Studies major, or just more hood than some of the black people on campus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-8622078712489241801?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/8622078712489241801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=8622078712489241801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/8622078712489241801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/8622078712489241801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/03/difference-between-college-and-hbcu.html' title='the difference between college and an hbcu....'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-2857803821608258824</id><published>2009-03-30T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:51:28.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>somthing we all should read</title><content type='html'>You may have gone to bed last night weary and wondering how, when and why?&lt;br /&gt;But thank God you woke up this morning and placed your feet on the floor&lt;br /&gt;And when you did, I'm sure the enemy said... "DARN, she is up again!"&lt;br /&gt;That's right. You are up again.&lt;br /&gt;You may still be discouraged, but you are not defeated!&lt;br /&gt;You are up again.&lt;br /&gt;Your head is up!&lt;br /&gt;Your gratitude is up!&lt;br /&gt;Your faith is up!&lt;br /&gt;You are standing up on your faith.&lt;br /&gt;You are cheering up and looking up.&lt;br /&gt;You are speaking up and thinking up.&lt;br /&gt;You are hooking up with the right people.&lt;br /&gt;You are growing up and maturing in your self-esteem, self-worth and self-control.&lt;br /&gt;You are up and ready to make it through and up out of your temporary circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;To get better sleep, reduce the news watching and distance yourself from the negative people. Prayer is better than prozac.&lt;br /&gt;There is no cost... just a lot of reward.&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you pray,&lt;br /&gt;and pray believing God will answer.&lt;br /&gt;May today be all you need it to be.&lt;br /&gt;May the peace of God and the freshness of the Holy Spirit rest and abide in your thoughts,&lt;br /&gt; rule in your dreams tonight, and conquer all your fears.&lt;br /&gt;May God manifest Himself today in ways you have never experienced.&lt;br /&gt;May your joys be fulfilled,&lt;br /&gt;your dreams be closer,&lt;br /&gt;and your prayers be answered.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that faith enters a new height for you;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that your territory is enlarged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; I pray for peace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;healing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;health,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;happiness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;prosperity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; joy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;true and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; undying love for God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-2857803821608258824?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/2857803821608258824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=2857803821608258824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/2857803821608258824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/2857803821608258824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/03/somthing-we-all-should-read.html' title='somthing we all should read'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-4708877852578923513</id><published>2009-03-29T22:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:36:47.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whhhyy????</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SdBab7VDuiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nMETLoau-6M/s1600-h/0330090004-707759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SdBab7VDuiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nMETLoau-6M/s320/0330090004-707759.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318850595753540130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Wtf is wit dese long ass dress shoes???? What r these nigga stilletos if u have a penis there is NO reason u shuld be wearin pointy toe shoes... Cum on man when and why did this trennd cum along if u wear a size 14 why would u buy bright white studded pointy toe shoes? Jus the description of that shoe on a man soundz wrong...LMFAO damn i cant even go in the club witout having to post a &amp;quot;whhhyy&amp;quot; blog about sum wild shyt i seen *smh* damn shame&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-4708877852578923513?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/4708877852578923513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=4708877852578923513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/4708877852578923513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/4708877852578923513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/03/whhhyy.html' title='Whhhyy????'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SdBab7VDuiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nMETLoau-6M/s72-c/0330090004-707759.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-8136557652626531331</id><published>2009-03-27T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:56:33.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wondering...</title><content type='html'>why every ugly bitch wanna be a model?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why every huge bitch wanna wear small as shirts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do niggas lie about how big there shyt is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do bitches pile on makeup to feel better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do hoes always swear ther innocent? &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;cum on bop city we all know how u get down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant people wit hiv fuck other people wit hiv so they can stop spreadin that shyt to people&lt;br /&gt;who dont have it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why isnt gas 1.89?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is a flight to japan so damn expensive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why every bitch say there the baddest when there barely aight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why life so difficult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why when one thing goes wrong ten other follow right behind it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do niggas get dumb when the weather gets hot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do gurls tell there boyfriends "i love u baby" and last night they was suckin sum dude dick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do bitches in the club say "im married" instead of im not intrested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do niggas sleep with there hand on there meat? &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;are u making sure its still there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do lightskin girls say there redbones ? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wtf is a redbone u bitch ur bones are white!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do people say " ur pretty for a darkskin girl"? &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;wtf is that supposed to mean u jerk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do bitches say dey got dat good good when there shyt is more like okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do men want women to be porn stars at home and christians in public?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are so many women afraid to get completly naked during sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do guys make that ugly ass face when there about to cum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what makes niggas think they have the right to fuck u without a condom because ur there girl??? &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;HELLO std's nigga.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are people so damn nosey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do niggas act like they the shyt n bed but can never find the whole?&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; its not rocket science duh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do people down south sweaaarrrr they are the freshest thing that graced this earth?&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; not in rebooks ur not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do new york niggas think there swag is on 1000 and everyone elses is on 25 cent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do africans come to the u.s. and think there better than african americans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do are cab drivers rude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do people from other countries choose not to wear deodorant??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do hbcu's always give u trouble wit financial aid? &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;shyt i bet if i went to gw i wouldnt be going thru this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does costumer service numbers always have automated sytsems ? &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;u just end up screaming at them cuz u say english and they say hola! bienvinidos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do females lie about masturbating? u know u do it1 lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why dont all niggas take a class on how to eat a pussy 101?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why dont bitches take a class on how to fuck n suck 101? &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;the world would be way less stressful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you gonna have sex when ur 80?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-8136557652626531331?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/8136557652626531331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=8136557652626531331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/8136557652626531331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/8136557652626531331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/03/wondering.html' title='wondering...'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-4944274038741459776</id><published>2009-03-26T03:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T06:46:59.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beat it right or not at all....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ima filet mignon that pussy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;If she let me in ima own that pussy...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;YES boy&lt;/span&gt;! Preach baby aint nuthin like a man that knows what tha hell he doin in bed.LOORRD Im takin yall to church this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Let the church say &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;AMEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now the bedroom is one place where i welcome and encourage arrogance. If u know u got dat dope dick and can turn a bitch out to the point whee she wanna stalk u then dont be afraid to say it huney. I have encountered sum characters in my dating life.fellas here is some advice if you are medicore or not to good &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt; lemme repeat that &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt; fake like you the best thing since sliced bread. Cuz i am one of those bitches who will tell u nigga &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;STEP YOUR DICK GAME UP...&lt;/span&gt; Read a book or sumthin shyt.&lt;br /&gt;Now sum of yall are &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;BLESSED wit amazing mouth skills&lt;/span&gt;. Ladies u know what i mean have u eve met a nigga that make yo ass climb the walls? Head so fuckin good you be daydreaming in the middles of the dday outta nowhere. The only problem wit young niggas wit head skills is they use that to get u off then they lack in the dick game because by that point they feel like there job is dun u came now its there turn. Hmmmmmmm Baby &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHO LIED TO YOU?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;Okay okay i know everybody cant be a bangin ass lover but guys serously? Whats this shyt about if ur not gonna do it right &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;DONT DO IT AT ALL&lt;/span&gt; theres nothing worse than a job half done.ugghhh &lt;p&gt;Then there's theyy guy who does not to well wit head but will dick you down like there is no tommorrow! Lolz now i know everyguy is not blessed with the ability to fuck you come and get hard again within 1 to 2 minutes and continue fucking ur ass royally for at least an hour or two. But damn the ones that can lemme tell you .&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i appreciate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ladies have u ever had a man...&lt;br /&gt;1.) make you scream so loud u woke the nieghbors&lt;br /&gt;2.) make u cum so many times from head u was begging him to fuck u&lt;br /&gt;3.)give u such a work out u pass out wen ur one n sp for a couple days.lol&lt;br /&gt;4.)meet a man that made u wet before he eventouches&lt;br /&gt;5.) turned u out. Had u doin all kinds of freaky shyt u though u would do &lt;p&gt;Mmmmm well huney if u havent met a dude like this i strongley suggest you go find one. &lt;p&gt;Fellas u should think of sex like this... It's a give and take thing.you should derive pleasure from making ur woman feel good as she should u as well. NOBODY wants a stingy lover who's out to get there nut and roll. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;NOT COOL&lt;/span&gt;. No man wants to fuck a girl who lays there like a dead fish. And no woman wants to fuck a man who tells you how he gonna war that out then comes in two minutes flat. This is not a track meet hun finishng first will not get u a gold medal boo... &lt;p&gt;i noticed Black woman particularly put a stereotype on certain sexual acts...&lt;br /&gt;* anal- why the fuck are u so afraid to take it?&lt;br /&gt;*oral- u the first muthafucka legs cocked wide open ready but yall so quick to say u dnt suck dick... Huney if u give head say it loud and proud get ur bop on bish. i mean come on a white bitch will tell u n a minute she gets it in on da head game maybe u shuldnt be afraid to say u do 2!&lt;br /&gt;*publicity-lmao nothing better than the chance of getting caught.mmmmm good times!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;REMBER BABY WHAT U WONT DO ANOTHER WOMAN WILL! PLEASE UR DUDE BEFORE ANOTHER BITCH TAKE UR SPOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guy.... uggghh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if you eat pussy dont be afraid to say so damn yall scared wtf. some niggas be like oh i dont do that but when you get they ass in a room the mouf go down south real quick.lmao&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;den u got the niggas who be like yeah gurl ima eat that ass up n when you get them in a room there mouth is everywhere except ur shyt.some niggas cice the shyt to get u in there bed and leave u with unfullfiled promises and desire for there pre-concived notions that they didnt live up to. guys if your not sure you puts it down then &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;DONT FAKE&lt;/span&gt; and say u the baddest. alotta bitches wont tell you that you sucked but huney I will if sumone dont tell you how will you ever know??? and the worst thing you can do is tell a gurl u gonna knock it out tha box and u pull down ur da da da duns and you got a lil toddler penis, but you standin there like she jus won a prize...NOOOOOOOO nigggggggaaa you knew ur dick was little! yo ass shulda turned off da lights and tried to jump into tha joint before she noticed ROFLMFAO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ladies if you find a man that can beat that joint like theres no tommorrow and eat it up KEEP EM! cuz that nigga shyt right there nigga that shyt right there nigga is a rare commodity.lolz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guys if you get a hold of a dick slayer.....keep her you know the youngin that is down for it all she can suck she can fuck, ride n slide.lol dat bitch gotta A++++ in fuckaniggaology keep her it's rare that you find a tru dick slayer you know the youngin that comes to your door ass naked in a trench coat and stilletos wit handcuff's in her hand...yeeeah nigga put a ring on it thas wifey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**disclamier** you can now tune back to your regularly scheduled program!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MWah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;luv&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;z &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;m&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&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/1708208036770126719-4944274038741459776?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/4944274038741459776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=4944274038741459776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/4944274038741459776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/4944274038741459776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/03/beat-it-right-or-not-at-all.html' title='Beat it right or not at all....'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-5473662264137803844</id><published>2009-03-24T03:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T03:40:12.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6:39 am bitchassness</title><content type='html'>People kill me wit there fuckin attitude problems they act like they the ONLY mutha fuka goin through sumthin. Then blow there situation outta proportion like its the worst thing to happen to any human being.... Wtf GET THA FUCK OVER IT &lt;p&gt;Shyt and i hate muthafukas who wake up and automatically start bitchin and complanin if ur not a morning person then just SHUT THE FUCK UP n the a.m. Till u feel u can open ur mouth and communicate like a normal person... &lt;p&gt;How bout people when people dnt feel like doin sumthin so they try to convince u to do it....MUTHAFUKA IF U DNT WANNA DO IT WTF MAKES U THINK I DO? &lt;br&gt;Pople b trippin like shyt i swear it&amp;#39;s to damn early n tha morning to deal wit everybodys bullshyt i DNT wanna hear it so....leave me the hell alone and have a nice got damn day fuck u very much....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-5473662264137803844?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/5473662264137803844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=5473662264137803844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/5473662264137803844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/5473662264137803844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/03/639-am-bitchassness.html' title='6:39 am bitchassness'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-6700283897637301233</id><published>2009-03-23T16:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:01:49.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never b witout tha crew</title><content type='html'>Life just wouldnt b normal iff u didnt hav those certain people around who always have a way of &amp;quot;spicing up the situation&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;Lmao! Lets go through them shall we?&lt;p&gt;1. The best friend- either male or female this is the person who holds an arsonal of deep dark secrets all about u the person who knows and loves u that u tell everything&lt;p&gt;2. The hood joint- the friend thas ghetto ask fuck and really dnt give a damn that says whateva, is funny as shyt and down for whatever whenever( usual the one u have thos memorable outings wit)&lt;p&gt;3.)partner n crime- ur right hand man! Ur goon ur homie ur cuzo this tha muthafuka u so close to dey might as well be blood instead of a friend yall got all the drunken nights memories, wild shyt yall got each other out of and all the trouble the two of u have got n to together&lt;p&gt;4.)functional crackhead- everyone knows a crackhead..... Lmao it might b ur cuz, aunt, uncle, sister, brother or momz... Its that person who gets paid and has no bills but there broke 24 hours after being paid  whenever they come around shyt always missin, they do randomly dumb shyt that no intellegent mutha fuka would do they jus pull crackhead movees on tha regular&lt;p&gt;5.) the trouble maker- the nigga das always up to no good robbin, stealin, shootin, fightin this tha homey dat jus cant get right they always din illegal shyt but they got u whenever u need somethin and they always got a get rich quick scheme&lt;p&gt;6.)the judger- the friend thas judgemental as shyt u luv hem to eath butu know its jus certain shyt u dnt tell them cuz they b lunchin fr time to time&lt;p&gt;7.) the getaway partner- tha friend thas spontaneous and does wild shyt onwim and invites u along for the ride, they make things so intresting....&lt;p&gt;Who&amp;#39;s who in ur life?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-6700283897637301233?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/6700283897637301233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=6700283897637301233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/6700283897637301233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/6700283897637301233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/03/never-b-witout-tha-crew.html' title='Never b witout tha crew'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-2043671387785701447</id><published>2009-03-23T15:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:43:23.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now whhyyy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/ScgQi4cyXSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-Oyv9vY7k_U/s1600-h/0323090001-703107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/ScgQi4cyXSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-Oyv9vY7k_U/s320/0323090001-703107.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316517551565593890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Okay its 2009 did this bitch really walkin into the class wit a damn flip????? GUUURRRRLLLL dis hoe need to be smacked this is a fukin mess thas what dis shyt it...mmmm damn shame&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-2043671387785701447?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/2043671387785701447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=2043671387785701447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/2043671387785701447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/2043671387785701447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/03/now-whhyyy.html' title='Now whhyyy?'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/ScgQi4cyXSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-Oyv9vY7k_U/s72-c/0323090001-703107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-432104886542082099</id><published>2009-03-20T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T08:43:11.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who is mocha?</title><content type='html'>she IS an &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;u&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;nstopabl&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;force to be wreckoned with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;kind-when neccesarry.lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;amorous- because she loves the thought of being in love theres nothing like it... love c an make u feel invincible baby have u been in love lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;unusal- everyone has there quarks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;spontaneous- runnning in the rain or dropping everything and driving hours away is so wonderful sometime people take life to seriously u need to break out of the same routine you have been following for years and go out and do somthing simpkly because YOU WANNA DO IT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;triumphant- even in the bad times she see's the silver lining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;successful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;determined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;outspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;honest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;talented&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;AMAZING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;open minded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is fashion , art, poetry, music, drawing, calligraphy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mocha is so many things but she is human and she makes mistakes. I am everything i want to be for now and as i grow and learn and change from the expirences that life throws at me i will become better... a better person, better lover, better friend  a better human being. And out of all the things I am u have to love me for just being simply... &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ME&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/1708208036770126719-432104886542082099?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/432104886542082099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=432104886542082099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/432104886542082099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/432104886542082099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-is-mocha.html' title='who is mocha?'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-4790750298724714917</id><published>2009-03-15T23:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T07:44:38.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear: love,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/ScOrzqJvSgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/uEbnTdlt6gM/s1600-h/sandy_heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/ScOrzqJvSgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/uEbnTdlt6gM/s320/sandy_heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315280889204132354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God i luv u so much.... Ur better than tha rest and hopefully the last. I think about u constantly hoping ur okay and wondering if ur thinking about me i dnt understand u love. I feel like u intentionally hurt me at times and others u make me feel like the most important thing in ur life. Love we have been thru so much we had goodtime but damn we&amp;#39;ve had bad ones too yet thru all tha bull shyt i still luv u. I can’t figure out this hold u have on me i feel like i will never leave and we will always be but our arguments are a constant reminder to me that we r no where near perfect. In fact were very flawed....yet i luv u despite them. I just can’t shake u. My heart starts to race, my palms shake whenever im n ur presence it’s hard to breathe.. God how i luv u. When u kiss me my knees feel weak i can barley speak i seemingly become demure and shy. But i wanna b ur everything. I cant deal with heartbreak again  not this time love please dnt walk n my life then leave me alone. I hope u feel the same way luv i jus had to clear my chest....love ur my everythingand to destiny i&amp;quot;ll leave the rest&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;Mocha♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-4790750298724714917?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/4790750298724714917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=4790750298724714917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/4790750298724714917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/4790750298724714917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-love.html' title='Dear: love,'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/ScOrzqJvSgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/uEbnTdlt6gM/s72-c/sandy_heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-789032249887551770</id><published>2009-03-10T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T08:55:32.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>orgasm 4 yo ears</title><content type='html'>i luv this song!!! check it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="javascript"&gt;var VideoID = "121"; var Width = 490; var Height = 400;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://gohatro.com/flv_player/einterface.php" language="javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-789032249887551770?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/789032249887551770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=789032249887551770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/789032249887551770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/789032249887551770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/03/orgasm-4-yo-ears.html' title='orgasm 4 yo ears'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-1329955444120912479</id><published>2009-03-08T08:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T08:53:07.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somedays i luv u and sum i hate u...your a walkinng talking contridiction in my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-1329955444120912479?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/1329955444120912479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=1329955444120912479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/1329955444120912479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/1329955444120912479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/03/somedays-i-luv-u-and-sum-i-hate-u.html' title=''/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-4322920367152770215</id><published>2009-03-05T06:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T07:46:42.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>liar liar pants on fire..</title><content type='html'>Is there a sign on my forehead that only men can c that states...&amp;quot; instructions if u have a penis 1.) date her n pretend to b nice 2.) wait exactly one year 3.) start treating her like shyt at year mark until she gets fed up then beg her to stay oh and dnt forget make sure u cheat at least 6 months outta the year that u date and then when its over pretend like its all her fault...&lt;p&gt;COME ON SERIOUSLY wtf is the deal like i dnt get it everyone always says ohhhh just try a different typa dude... Hmmmm well they were all different like night n day but u know what they all had in common they broke my damn heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-4322920367152770215?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/4322920367152770215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=4322920367152770215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/4322920367152770215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/4322920367152770215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-there-sign-on-my-forehead-that-only.html' title='liar liar pants on fire..'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-6249067851826457890</id><published>2009-03-04T15:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T07:52:11.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no one said this wuld b eazy</title><content type='html'>Your my addiction and u I have to kick u &lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how but I hope im strong enough to let go&lt;br /&gt;U have some type of control&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand the shyt you do&lt;br /&gt;Some days I feel like it's painful just to love you&lt;br /&gt;When im in your arms I feel safe and protected&lt;br /&gt;But when im not I feel severely neglected &lt;br /&gt;Some days I wonder if u even realize the fucked up shyt you do&lt;br /&gt;You tell me you love me&lt;br /&gt;But you don’t put me first and don't consider my feelings &lt;br /&gt;some days i resent you&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted to do is love you&lt;br /&gt;In my mind i've given 150%  and what have u given?&lt;br /&gt;You used to be the man of my dreams and now i feel like your fading away i see my self losing you more and more everyday&lt;br /&gt;I find myself wishing you'd take a step back in time and refresh your memory of how we used to  be, of how YOU used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my minds getting tired, my eyes are tired to my heart feels so heavy whenever im loving you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-6249067851826457890?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' 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of you thoughts disturb my mind&lt;br /&gt;of your touch&lt;br /&gt;your kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i to u?&lt;br /&gt;a temporary fix?&lt;br /&gt;my body may ablige u, but my heart cant take this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oneday your mine and the next your gone&lt;br /&gt;maybe in a perfect world we'd be together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but uncontrollable circumstances keep us apart&lt;br /&gt;and i will luv you forever you will always be in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i cry just thinking about what we could be&lt;br /&gt;and it hurts cuz i dnt want it to b like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep tellin myself one day everything will b straight&lt;br /&gt;till that day comes i'll solemly wait...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-1048665783301603866?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Johnta Austin - Bow Wow&lt;/a&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;ayeeeee aint i? aint i?  this joint crank on 1000.. dis my shyt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/W1BOx3pcV6/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/W1BOx3pcV6/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=W1BOx3pcV6" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=W1BOx3pcV6" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=W1BOx3pcV6" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=W1BOx3pcV6" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/W1BOx3pcV6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/yungla/music/tIch1T9U/yung_la_aint_i_feat_young_dro_ti/"&gt;Aint I feat. Young Dro &amp; T.I. - Yung LA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-7223482383416946528?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/7223482383416946528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=7223482383416946528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/7223482383416946528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/7223482383416946528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/02/orgasm-4-yo-ears_25.html' title='orgasm 4 yo ears ....'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-187522528755148839</id><published>2009-02-25T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T10:46:51.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>orgasm 4 yo ears...</title><content type='html'>luv this joint pleasure p always sing his ass off and i think ima lola fan .lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/W50-PlisNO/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/W50-PlisNO/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=W50-PlisNO" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=W50-PlisNO" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=W50-PlisNO" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=W50-PlisNO" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/W50-PlisNO/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/bombshellnerd/music/_HBTjT0o/haitian_fresh_ft_angel_lola_luv_pleasure_p_no_panties_lol/"&gt;No Panties [Lola Luvs Part] - Haitian Fresh Ft Angel Lola Luv &amp; Pleasure P&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/-MNOSIkj3H/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/-MNOSIkj3H/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=-MNOSIkj3H" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=-MNOSIkj3H" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=-MNOSIkj3H" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=-MNOSIkj3H" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/-MNOSIkj3H/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/sunshynexbrown/music/B5pOrtS6/lola_luv_boss_bitch/"&gt;Boss Bitch - Lola Luv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lola luv - boss bitch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-187522528755148839?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/187522528755148839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=187522528755148839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/187522528755148839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/187522528755148839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/02/orgasm-4-yo-ears.html' title='orgasm 4 yo ears...'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-8741996575452680110</id><published>2009-02-24T16:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T08:04:39.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss mocha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SagcZn6280I/AAAAAAAAAEo/10FieLqQ-EU/s1600-h/gucci1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307523387394290498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SagcZn6280I/AAAAAAAAAEo/10FieLqQ-EU/s320/gucci1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SagcZZb7X8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/6GPTb1LXvY4/s1600-h/Dior%20Couture%20Spring%2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307523383506460610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SagcZZb7X8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/6GPTb1LXvY4/s320/Dior%2520Couture%2520Spring%252007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SagcZHCD-8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Y_LGhaledqM/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307523378566134722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SagcZHCD-8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Y_LGhaledqM/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SagcRdcbemI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sp2sUhbkdQI/s1600-h/9824378_9d02457b1208370449_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307523247143352930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SagcRdcbemI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sp2sUhbkdQI/s320/9824378_9d02457b1208370449_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion is art....its another way to take everything on the inside and put it on display for the world to see. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; IS BEAUTIFUL &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;F&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; IS BEAUTIFUL &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and it is my life, my love...my passion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-8741996575452680110?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/8741996575452680110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=8741996575452680110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/8741996575452680110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/8741996575452680110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/02/miss-mocha.html' title='Miss mocha'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SagcZn6280I/AAAAAAAAAEo/10FieLqQ-EU/s72-c/gucci1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-7159364085369873824</id><published>2009-02-24T15:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:01:57.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whyyyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SaR8Zj0BnMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/lPNsPFkubAw/s1600-h/0223090002-717948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SaR8Zj0BnMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/lPNsPFkubAw/s320/0223090002-717948.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306503039501311170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Um okay its the middle of febuary in washington, d.c. And its gotta b like wp degress outside why do this funny lookin bitch got on a racer back tank top. And lets not even start on her fuked up weave...omg just why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-7159364085369873824?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/7159364085369873824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=7159364085369873824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/7159364085369873824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/7159364085369873824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/02/whyyyy_24.html' title='Whyyyy'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SaR8Zj0BnMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/lPNsPFkubAw/s72-c/0223090002-717948.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-1639322199801514471</id><published>2009-02-14T01:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T01:02:35.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whhhyyyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SZaIqxyaq4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/xonpRExBPj4/s1600-h/0119090001-755371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SZaIqxyaq4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/xonpRExBPj4/s320/0119090001-755371.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302575879776021378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Okay its so much wrong wit dis shyt...lolol.omg first off da bitch had on a white fur coat and it was fur....omg it had stains on it bitch had koo aid on her should hot sauce on her hip wtf. Deeeennn the youngins white a old ass white woman easily 50 wit cornrows and had blue beads on the end... Worst of all that i wish u could c she had a grill on...ooohhhhh NO.what possesd her to walk out the house like that?...mmm a WHOLE mess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-1639322199801514471?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/1639322199801514471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=1639322199801514471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/1639322199801514471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/1639322199801514471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/02/whhhyyyy.html' title='Whhhyyyy'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SZaIqxyaq4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/xonpRExBPj4/s72-c/0119090001-755371.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-3530224863434046262</id><published>2009-02-08T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T08:44:19.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex boyfriends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='female friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb niggas'/><title type='text'>if it aint broke dnt fix it and if it is super glue that shyt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;never believe what people tell you..... rumors are nothing more than lies and people who have nothing better to do with them selves love to lie... its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like to say to people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; met in my life.. people i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wit anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;id ask my ex why he took advantage of me and used me and why he was such an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; whore when all i wanted to do was love him he treated me like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;shyt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; n hit my ass and why he said he was sorry but never really meant it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;id ask an ex friend why it was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt; fr her to make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; small a big deal and blow the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;shyt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; outta proportion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ask my sis why she changed and became &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sumone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;id ask my friend why he always thinks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;playin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wit him when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dead ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;id ask the one i lost why he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; just wait a little while longer, he wanted things and i wanted to make sure he was there for the right reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;id ask &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Mr&lt;/span&gt; southern hospitality why he even bothered to kick it wit me from day one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;id ask a friend why he never gave me a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ask a female who i luv so much why shes so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; judgemental and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ask my brother if i never told him my secret would he have been angry to here it from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;sumone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ask my mother why she always made me feel like i was never good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i sit and think about my past the people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; known the things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; said and i ask myself do i regret things??&lt;br /&gt;i can honestly say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt; only one person in my life i wish i could forget and its because what he did to me made me look at all men as if they are out to do me wrong and because of him i may have treated other guys bad or just never gave them the time of day. I think because of a certain female and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;betrayal&lt;/span&gt; she gave me i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;dnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; trust very much i cant understand why she'd sink so low it hurts to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;watch&lt;/span&gt; someone you once loved do you dirty and talk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;shyt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about you like they never knew you. and through all of that i kept her secrets...whatever she told me i still with me but i guess bitches just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;dnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hold water. I regret not leaving I was so afraid to move because i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; want to leave the people i love the most behind i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; want them to grow old and live life without me. but life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be about regrets and past situations what matters the most is that you take every situation and you learn from them turn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; made into a lesson learned. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt; no point in crying over things you cant change... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;cnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; change people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;cnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; change the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and you cant change mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but you can live,love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;proceed&lt;/span&gt; and progress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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/1708208036770126719-3530224863434046262?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/3530224863434046262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=3530224863434046262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/3530224863434046262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/3530224863434046262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-it-aint-broke-dnt-fix-it-and-if-it.html' title='if it aint broke dnt fix it and if it is super glue that shyt'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-6898132185235363005</id><published>2009-02-07T21:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T05:13:27.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHYYYY????</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SY5tDQQXw4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/SUOahsNO6VA/s1600-h/0207090001-797227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300293714132321154" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SY5tDQQXw4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/SUOahsNO6VA/s320/0207090001-797227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is gonna be a series &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; i c sum wild &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shyt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ima&lt;/span&gt; post a blog titled why it may b a fucked up outfit a bad track or sum ugly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;muthafucka&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;p&gt;Why? I was a fort &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;totten&lt;/span&gt; n seen this... Teal liquid tights dark brown motorcycle boots and a tan jacket &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;theeennnnnn&lt;/span&gt; a red and black polka dot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Betsey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Johnson&lt;/span&gt; purse. Now its not that the clothes were ugly but the way they were together was a fucking mess.... U can wear random colors that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dnt&lt;/span&gt; match n still look cute but she put this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;shyt&lt;/span&gt; together &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; wrong den &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; bitch had he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pantyline&lt;/span&gt; showing...not sexy if u gonna wear liquid tights or leggings wear a g string or lace &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;boy shorts&lt;/span&gt; PLEASE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;pantylines&lt;/span&gt; fuck up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; outfit nice and good...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-6898132185235363005?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/6898132185235363005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=6898132185235363005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/6898132185235363005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/6898132185235363005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/02/whyyyy.html' title='WHYYYY????'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SY5tDQQXw4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/SUOahsNO6VA/s72-c/0207090001-797227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-5214129336101428907</id><published>2009-02-06T21:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T05:41:11.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus it bus it wide open...den tell her throw it back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aight&lt;/span&gt; guys were gonna get personal in this blog.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; gonna ask sum questions please feel free to post &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; answers! &lt;p&gt;I was thinking today sex is a wild ass thing. And good sex is crazier it can turn a bitch out!&lt;br /&gt;Fellas have you ever fucked a girl so good she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;moanin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;screaming&lt;/span&gt; from the moment you started to the very end?&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever made a bitch climb the walls?&lt;br /&gt;Ever fuck her so good she passed the hell out for hours n hours?&lt;br /&gt;Ever fuck her so good she just said "i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dnt&lt;/span&gt; wanna cum no more"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Thas&lt;/span&gt; that mind blowing, turn u out fuck u so good u get wet just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;thinkin&lt;/span&gt; about that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;typa&lt;/span&gt; sex.&lt;br /&gt;How many of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt; had this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Mmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lmao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;alota&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;niggas&lt;/span&gt; out her n most of em cant give u that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;shyt&lt;/span&gt; all day everyday i suggest if u find one that can u keep his ass.... &lt;p&gt;Lets talk about sex baby! &lt;p&gt;Lets chat a little shall we????&lt;br /&gt;Here are some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;styles&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;1.) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; man who eats a mean pussy but will fuck for less than ten minutes &lt;p&gt;2.)scared to eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; pussy but the dick is decent &lt;p&gt;3.) will fuck u ten ways from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; into trying new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;shyt&lt;/span&gt; u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;knw&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; that hits it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;frm&lt;/span&gt; the back, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;missionary&lt;/span&gt;, and u ride n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;das&lt;/span&gt; it &lt;p&gt;4.) the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;mediocre&lt;/span&gt; and goes for so long u just be like DAMN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;NIGGA&lt;/span&gt; CUM ALREADY! U &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;sweatin&lt;/span&gt; out my weave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;shyt&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;p&gt;5.) my fav....mr.down for whatever! Except homo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;shyt&lt;/span&gt; u can do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;whateva&lt;/span&gt; wit dis dude....he gonna eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; pussy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; ass, suck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; toes, lick EVERYTHING humanly possible, fuck u in every position, make u scream so loud the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;neighbors&lt;/span&gt; think he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;trynna&lt;/span&gt; kill yo ass. And when i say down for whatever i mean just that anyplace anytime anyway he gonna give u that good good. &lt;p&gt;Now lets talk about women!&lt;br /&gt;Fellas is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;gurl&lt;/span&gt; pussy so good that u get hard just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;thinkin&lt;/span&gt; at it?&lt;br /&gt;Ever fuck a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;youngin&lt;/span&gt; that made u wanna wife her it was so bomb? &lt;p&gt;Lets talk about the diff type of girls...&lt;br /&gt;1.) miss H20!! pussy get wet before u even touch her. No smell.like plies said" i need me a bitch that pussy smell like water,nice wet tight pussy wit no odor" &lt;p&gt;2.) ms. Vice grip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;shawty&lt;/span&gt; real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;badddd&lt;/span&gt; can ride u till u it hurts and her pussy feel like the first time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;3.)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;scaredy&lt;/span&gt; cat.... She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;neva&lt;/span&gt; wanna do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;shyt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;missionary&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;and u&lt;/span&gt; get tired of her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;borin&lt;/span&gt; ass &lt;p&gt;4.) the little engine that thought she could....u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;knw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt; hoe that think she can suck n fuck good but she really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;shyt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;5.) knowledge...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; bitch that can suck a mean dick... I mean suck it so good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; toes curl...then she fuck like a porn star..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;heres&lt;/span&gt; a tip ladies IF U &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;DNT&lt;/span&gt; KNOW WHAT UR DOING KEEP UR DAMN MOUTH AWAY FROM THE DICK...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; nothing worse than an a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;mediocre&lt;/span&gt; dick sucker... Go hard or go home! &lt;p&gt;6.) ms. Oh hell no... She either gotta a dry ass spot.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;lolol&lt;/span&gt; a funky ass body odor or been ran though so many times the bitch got more tire tracks than the jersey turn pike.. This is the bitch that no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; in his right mind will beat...U &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;CNT&lt;/span&gt; BLAME IT ON THE &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;LIQUOR&lt;/span&gt; this bitch is just a no no. &lt;p&gt;I suggest u go through this list peek at the good and bad an evaluate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;cutty&lt;/span&gt; buddy and or significant other and see what # they are &lt;p&gt;Feel free to add your types to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt; list n the comments &lt;p&gt;And please &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;dnt&lt;/span&gt; for Forget.... &lt;p&gt;EVERYBODY NEEDS A GOOD FUCK♥&lt;br /&gt;BUT MAKE SURE ITS A SAFE ONE!!! &lt;p&gt;Ladies its just as much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; as it is his wear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; raincoat they save lives its an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;epidemic&lt;/span&gt; out here&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-5214129336101428907?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/5214129336101428907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=5214129336101428907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/5214129336101428907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/5214129336101428907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/02/bus-it-bus-it-wide-openden-tell-her.html' title='Bus it bus it wide open...den tell her throw it back'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-4476284472064102025</id><published>2009-02-06T02:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T02:23:03.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sumthin i was feeling</title><content type='html'>This is a poem i just &lt;a href="http://wrote.im"&gt;wrote.im&lt;/a&gt; dedicating it to my aunt phyllis...i luv u slim u can NEVER be replaced R.I.P. Baby girl&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a better person never put on this earth&lt;br&gt;A stronger luv never felt&lt;br&gt;Truer words never spoken...&lt;p&gt;They told me i can live now and cry later but now never came&lt;p&gt;I loved you then and i love u know just the same&lt;p&gt;My very thoughts are laced with your name&lt;p&gt;They told me &amp;quot;shake it off, you&amp;#39;ll be aight the pain will subside you will make it past tonight&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;But that night never passed....&lt;p&gt;I still have nightmares about my past&lt;p&gt;I keep replayin that phone call i got about you saying you were gone n the lord took u because he loved u too.&lt;p&gt;I just wasnt ready yet my mind tried to fight the truth&lt;br&gt;What kinda world did i have to face if i didnt have you?&lt;p&gt;Damn this shyt hurts as bad as that night i wish i couldve been there to say goodbye&lt;p&gt;I hoppe you know i love u i hope u feel it to&lt;p&gt;They say life aint fair but i never imagined it would take you&lt;p&gt; I heard heavens better than earth and thas straight from the good book&lt;br&gt;I hope they love u half as much as i do up there cuz they just cant understand who they took&lt;p&gt;I sure could use your loving touch&lt;br&gt;Your hugs&lt;br&gt;Your cheek kisses&lt;p&gt;U were trully an angel on earth&lt;br&gt;And now u got ur wings&lt;p&gt;There are things in life that can never be explained and i rember that everytime i hear your name&lt;br&gt;I loved you then and even more now&lt;p&gt;Dnt forget to save a place for me somewhere up there beyond those misty white clouds...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-4476284472064102025?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/4476284472064102025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=4476284472064102025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/4476284472064102025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/4476284472064102025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/02/sumthin-i-was-feeling.html' title='Sumthin i was feeling'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-6214421216889283580</id><published>2009-02-06T02:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T02:07:22.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words for thought...</title><content type='html'>The maturation of a man is evident in the woman he chooses to place by his side....&lt;p&gt;Beautiful♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-6214421216889283580?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/6214421216889283580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=6214421216889283580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/6214421216889283580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/6214421216889283580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/02/words-for-thought.html' title='Words for thought...'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-2447996711137704564</id><published>2009-01-27T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T12:35:39.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>down for whatever....lets get offically {{stamped}}</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This topic has recently come to my attention because i know so many people doing it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Q: is it a good idea to tattoo ur significant others name on you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what do you think?&lt;/strong&gt; I have a few friends who are just SO IN LOVE(gross...)* sticks out toungen makes a vomit face* well so many people seem to be doing it. heres my train of thought we may be so in love now but what happens when the relationship ends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;everyone likes to think they have the perfect relationship and it will last forever and ever!!!! but realtity tells us that nothing is ever perfect and forever is never certain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; What if the person whos name on you hurts u in the most horrible way and u break up and u just want to forget about them.... HOW CAN YOU there name permantly tatted on you is a constant reminder of that person and not to mention yeah when ur 21 its hot but when ur 40 and things start to sag and move the name might go from david to avidad...LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; If yiou read my blog often you will see that i am not a judgemental person so im not saying dont do it i mean what the fuck its ur damn body im just saying think about it first evaluate ur relationship and if you still wanna do it then get ur ass on the first thing smokin to the closest tatto parlor theres a needle wit ur name on it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-2447996711137704564?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/2447996711137704564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=2447996711137704564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/2447996711137704564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/2447996711137704564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/01/down-for-whateverlets-get-offically.html' title='down for whatever....lets get offically {{stamped}}'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-363562651694258806</id><published>2009-01-27T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T12:21:08.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back where we belong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SX9sYKh4WhI/AAAAAAAAADw/BKFeTRvDkdk/s1600-h/whitney.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296070849210112530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SX9sYKh4WhI/AAAAAAAAADw/BKFeTRvDkdk/s320/whitney.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says u cant bounce back from crack? have u seen whitney on the bet honors awards????? i must admit she looks good i hope she comes out with a new cd because i have always been a huge whitney fan! welcome back honey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-363562651694258806?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/363562651694258806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=363562651694258806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/363562651694258806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/363562651694258806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-where-we-belong.html' title='back where we belong'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SX9sYKh4WhI/AAAAAAAAADw/BKFeTRvDkdk/s72-c/whitney.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-3983666981064298570</id><published>2009-01-21T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T08:49:39.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I refuse to apologize</title><content type='html'>I refuse to apologize for being me. Everybody wants that honest friend who will tell them how it is with out sugar coating it with bullshyt. IM THAT BITCH.... dont repremend me for keepin it real wit u. thas what u asked for. and honey dont ask for the truth if u wanna hear lies! Ima pretty honest person I will lie to keep my ass off the line just like anyone else. but truth is im a horrible liar! i mean terrible ... this is both a gift and a curse but mostly a gift. I know that everyone cant b ur friend and everyone wont like you. but let me sayh this to everyone IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH ME OR ANYTHING I SAY be a man or woman about yours and ask me about it i will GLADLY tell u whats good... Dont go behind my back n talk shyt thas not cool. I dont like people who aint doin shyt with there lives so in 09 those people have been DELETED!!!! LLS.... there are so many men out here who act like cold skirts..... MAN THE FUCK UP..DAMN and to all u wreckless ass bitches ATTEMPT TO B GROWN ABOUT YOURS! im tired of faCEBOOK AND MYSPACE GANGSTERS who start shyt on a damn computer but cant say shyt to you. And tired of niggas who are internet whores..its a new year people. Ive made so many changes this year already if u havent heard from me either via phone, text, email or fb then ur one of those changes... and you know who you are. for all of yall i fucks wit. you know me! u know how i am so if you dont want to hear the truth pleaaasssseee dont ask. ANd because u know me so well u know that i will come to you if ever your name is in ANYTHING thas bad. I wouldnt leave u out in the cold bout shyt that got to do with you thas how i am i'd respect u if you do the same. But dnt get salty cuz i ask u a question thats for kids. I respect people who are loyal and dont run baheind ur back and tell others shyt about you when ur not around. If you do that and its about me dont get mad when i pull ur cards on it real shyt. I thank everybody for readin this note either u a good friend n someone i fuck wit or you need to read this and really contemplate the shyt...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-3983666981064298570?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/3983666981064298570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=3983666981064298570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/3983666981064298570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/3983666981064298570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-refue-to-apologize.html' title='I refuse to apologize'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-3259473945083308236</id><published>2009-01-19T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:01:21.689-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fake friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb niggas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real shyt'/><title type='text'>amen!!!! u can say that shyt again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mind ur fucking business!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;wait one more time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mind ur fucking business!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lord theres nothing worse than a nosey muthafuka or a hater ... geesh does it make ur day to wake up in the a.m. and think of ways to fuck wit me? do you feel important when my name is coming out of your mouth? its strange how you dedicate notes to me via facebook and myspace just to talk shyt and yet i dnt gratify you with a particular response. well ima a lil feed up so mind it bitch! damn the phrase " hated by many envied by most" SO TRUE.. honey ima put it to you like this haters are annoying and they get old but if you dont have any then u aint doin sumthin right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; PREACH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and then you have the people who offer there opinion when no one asked for the shyt. *newsflash* if i didn't ask u what u think or what u would do then just shut tha fuk up!!!! ladies i know we all have those friends who just itch to give there damn opinion in certain situations when its not welcome. Fellas I know u got that one male friend who thinks he knows EVERYTHING and just cant help but to fill u in on all the shyt he's got cramed in his little head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;there are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;3 types of friends&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;1.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; the one that tells u what u need to hear even when u dont wanna hear it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;2.) the one who tells u what u should do but sugar coats it in an attempt not to hurt your feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;3.) the wild card that will say whatever the hell comes to mind you know the one that always says" guuuuuuuuurrrrlll i gotta knife lets roll by his house bet his car be on flats tomorrow" or in some cases the extreme one who says " bitch i got the gasoline u get a match he wont come tha fuck around no more" LOLOLOLOLOL (me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and on rare occasion #1 or 2 is a judgmental muthafuka... they just gotta tell you how you doing shyt wrong and what you need to do but there damn situation fucked up just as much as yours is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tell me this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HOW THE FUCK CAN U FIX MY RELATIONSHIP IF YOURS IS FUCKED UP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;geesh let me school these bitches do me a favor think about what your gonna say before you open your mouth and if you have the urge to give your opinion when no one asked for it just DON'T cuz 9 times out of 10 YOU are the only person who gives a damn about what u think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*this has been a public service announcement for hatin ass muthafuckas and nosey as bitches*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;thank you we will now tune back to your regularly scheduled program.LLS&lt;/span&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/1708208036770126719-3259473945083308236?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/3259473945083308236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=3259473945083308236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/3259473945083308236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/3259473945083308236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/01/amen-u-can-say-that-shyt-again.html' title='amen!!!! u can say that shyt again...'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-5570467319971651320</id><published>2009-01-15T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:40:54.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast from the past... La La land</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;decision's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decision's&lt;/span&gt;..... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt; Well recently I was riding the metro and wen my nice little ocean decided to get service again i realized i had a voicemail. so i listened to it... WOW it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mr&lt;/span&gt;. invisible!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;geesh&lt;/span&gt; an ex from a year ago who after we broke up just seems to like to pop in and out of my life. Our relationship &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; work cause trouble always seemed to find him! we were friends before we dated so we continued to be friends after. the transition was okay. but he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;disappeared&lt;/span&gt; 6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mths&lt;/span&gt; ago. then miraculously i get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;voicemail&lt;/span&gt; from him. and everything was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;coolin&lt;/span&gt; till he took a trip down memory lane and started to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;revisit&lt;/span&gt; the past... I just knew this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt; was coming! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ughHHHH&lt;/span&gt;.... its crazy when you love someone u fall out of love with them but u always have sum luv for them unless the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; do u &lt;strong&gt;REAL DIRTY&lt;/strong&gt;.... I care but we cool i never thought of revisiting us. He was the type of person who seemed so perfect on the outside and wen u learn about them they seem broken but they refuse to except &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; sympathy and despite all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;bullshyt&lt;/span&gt; life puts them through they keep it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;movin&lt;/span&gt;. i respect that... Not everyone can push aside the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;whoaaa&lt;/span&gt; is me mentality. Everybody says you have one true love in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; life and there is only 1 "the one". I feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;thas&lt;/span&gt; not true &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; been in love 3 times and at the time i thought everyone was &lt;strong&gt;THE ONE... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; but now i can say that one of them was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a BIG regret. I did whatever for this dude and in the end he repaid me by hitting me in the fucking face. Just goes to show you people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;arent&lt;/span&gt; everything u think they are... LA LA Land is all the mushy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;shyt&lt;/span&gt; that has to do wit luv. but this blast from the past got me thinking about all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;shyt&lt;/span&gt; i been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; in relationships....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHERE THE FUCK IS PRINCE CHARMING???&lt;/em&gt;&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/1708208036770126719-5570467319971651320?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/5570467319971651320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=5570467319971651320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/5570467319971651320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/5570467319971651320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/01/blast-from-past-la-la-land.html' title='Blast from the past... La La land'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-91106889456050474</id><published>2009-01-14T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:59:03.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first stop!!!!! hell wit gasoline draws on...</title><content type='html'>Okay when you were younger I know ur parents taught you about fibing! mine told me its a one way ticket to hell with gasoline draws on.LOL&lt;br /&gt;Lemme tell you guys the situation nd you let me know what you think okay here we go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Theres this guy I've known For quite sometime. ima call him "mason dixie line" We are just friends.... I have always told him the truth because that is how i want my relationships with others to be open and honest. He made it wierd by telling me he liked me and wanted to be with me. Now he knew that at the time he was saying all this I had a boyfriend whom ima call mr.411. I kindly declined the offer. we remained friends. My relationship was falling apart I got to the point where I was ready to give it up. I started to ponder what would life be like if I had takin mason dixie line up on his offer...truth be told befor i meet mr.411 I had a HUGE crush on south of the mason dixie line but I didnt have the balls to tell him because I thought he didnt like me that way. turns out I was wrong. In life we will miss so many opportunitys and be left with the What if's and Maybe's.... anywayz I ended up single at one point shortly after his little confession. I decided to give him a try but he was a little standoffish so i didnt push the subject. He brought up the convo once again and told me that he doesnt talk to anyone n isint seeing any female he just has friends. Ive been nothing but honest so i suspected he had no reason to lie. we start talkin.... OMG for those of you who dont know d.c. is small and WHAT U DO IN THE DARK ALWAYS COMES TO LIGHT !!! tru shyt is darkcame to light....hes a WHOLE HOE! i start seeing him with random ass bitches around town. and I wasnt angry that he was involved with sum one because i didnt expect him to wait around for me to be free. the thing that pissed me off is that he lied about it. WHY do you feel the need to lie to me? I never pass judgment when people confide in me so why lie? the day i saw him in action he was sooooo busy staring in sum gurls face he never noticed i was standing there! so i didnt say a word just observed from a far... yeah hes been deleted form my phone its 2009 im not playin this year liars get the boot i dnt care if u lie about sumthin small... it doesnt matter the fact is u lied... id b a raunchy bitch if i posted his picture up to let females know he a hoe but im not gonna do that... im playin nice this year fuck em&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-91106889456050474?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/91106889456050474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=91106889456050474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/91106889456050474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/91106889456050474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-stop-hell-wit-gasoline-draws-on.html' title='first stop!!!!! hell wit gasoline draws on...'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-600665735683281457</id><published>2008-12-17T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:14:52.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby he's just a friend... Who's this dude???★lolz</title><content type='html'>Well its been a while.... Finals been goin on but im back like cook'd crack bitches whas good???? LOLZAIGHT... Heres the new topic! *paranoid niggas*Fellas please tell me wtf do u get outta goin thru ur girls phone and textin niggas n it???? If ur over 18 and out of high school then what the hell is the deal? Being parinoid will not get u anywhere. No female wants a man who is insecure... And YES being paranoid makes u insecure! If you cant trust that she not fuckin wit otha niggas then u dnt need to b wit her. And ladies if u cant leave ur phone n the room without coming back n seeing a text from sumone cussin u out sayin fuk u das was up then u dnt need to be wit his ass. We are to fuckin grown to be going thru this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★*fellas*★&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If u cuss ur girl out everytime she go to the club find u a bitch that stays at home! &lt;br /&gt;* if u get mad when texts or im's come in her cell find a bitch thats a loser witout friends who can dedicate every wakin moment to u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥*ladies*♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *if u have to keeep changin ur security code cuz his top secret ass keep figurin out n readin ur shyt find a dumb fuck who cnt work phones&lt;br /&gt; *If you have to argue everytime a dude look @ u to long find a nigga better lookin  than u.lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres the clue darling's.... NO MORE PARANOID AND INSECURE MUTHAFUKAS...its bout to be 2009 step ur shyt up and grow up lets b adults babies ... Until next time MWAHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-600665735683281457?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/600665735683281457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=600665735683281457' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/600665735683281457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/600665735683281457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2008/12/baby-hes-just-friend-whos-this-dudelolz.html' title='Baby he&apos;s just a friend... Who&apos;s this dude???★lolz'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-1622044104057415157</id><published>2008-11-05T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:30:58.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pain</title><content type='html'>hello darlings!!!! today's topic is pain... I know we have all been hurt in some way by someone in our lifetime. Today i was thinking why is it that the ones u love the most seem to dissapoint you??? family is suppose to be the peopl who care for you more than anyone else yet lately i've been running in to people who's family are the ones fuking them over wether they realize it or not... man what do you do when they people who should have your back no matter what are the one's stabbing you in it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and who ever said love dont love nobody was a smart muthafuka man. why is it that you can love a man till u literally have nothing left in u and yet still they wont be satisfied. I've loved a man before who i did anything for. He was my first in so many things i treated him like the most important person in my life. whatever he waas going through i was there no matter how bad the situation yet i am the one he didnt give a fuck a about. He was so busy being all about his friends he forgot about the bitch he left at home... I vowed never again. see when u think u love someone you tolerate things that you usually wouldnt, u say and do things u may not like just to get the person u love to love you as much as u luv them. I learned sometimes its better to just give up and let go... shyt fuk kiesha cole say " if he dont wanna love you he aint gonna..." ain tthat the truth theres nothing you can say or do to change him so don twaste your time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain comes in many ways besides the physical how do we cop with th ebullshyt life throws and still keep an optomistic outlook on things????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-1622044104057415157?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/1622044104057415157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=1622044104057415157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/1622044104057415157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/1622044104057415157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2008/11/pain.html' title='pain'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-426734020487496021</id><published>2008-10-16T18:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:55:55.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silky suits and gator boots</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SPfwqwsxB2I/AAAAAAAAACY/jadKYv6smlo/s1600-h/1016080002-755171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SPfwqwsxB2I/AAAAAAAAACY/jadKYv6smlo/s320/1016080002-755171.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257935707396179810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-426734020487496021?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/426734020487496021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=426734020487496021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/426734020487496021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/426734020487496021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2008/10/silky-suits-and-gator-boots.html' title='Silky suits and gator boots'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SPfwqwsxB2I/AAAAAAAAACY/jadKYv6smlo/s72-c/1016080002-755171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-7453494134774300260</id><published>2008-10-15T16:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:54:39.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky cartoons and little minds</title><content type='html'>Okay today i was whatchin some throwback cartoons right n i laughed cause i started to realize dat them joints had underlying meaning. ..&lt;p&gt;Woody wood pecker-1st of all this nigga look like he on crack but he walks around all day sticking his face in holes... Now what does this remind u of???&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hey arnold-helga g patacky. This bitch is a stalker! Y the fuck does she punch arnold n his big ass hed but as soon as he turns away this bitch pulls a picture of him out of her flat little adolescent chest and stares n kisses it. Y r u teaching girls to stalk guys so young? Isint this bitch n 7th grade i didnt start stalkin niggas till high school&lt;p&gt;Popeye-okay this muthafuke is teachin us crack maybe wack but weed sure aint. U know damn well that aint no spinach n that pipe... This nigga has to be high. Olivoil dont want him she carrys him all the time and her linebacker lookin homie- lover -buddy -friend beats dis dude face every time he come around he gotta be high to keep trynna beat dat boney joint when she clearly aint havin it&lt;p&gt;Ren and stimpy- nickolodeon OMG a chiwawa and a hamster on meth... The hamsters dumb as shyt like real dumb and the dog is always fried.&lt;p&gt;Aladin- okay y is disney teaching kids that its okay to talk to imaginary things that dont exist HELLO GENIE... And when does the nigga from the hood actually get the bad bitch that happens to b filthy fukin rich?&lt;p&gt;Codename kids- this show is for head cases its entertaining but however why are all the main characters bipolar? These little fukers are kids one day and secret agents the next yet they dnt realize that there just kids... Mmmhhhh take ur pills baby&lt;p&gt;Man i just thought id share this with you baiscally children whatched thi shave grown up to become freaky stalking bipoolar weed and crack heads with high hopes of getting with people who dont want us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-7453494134774300260?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/7453494134774300260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=7453494134774300260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/7453494134774300260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/7453494134774300260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2008/10/freaky-cartoons-and-little-minds.html' title='Freaky cartoons and little minds'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-1835353945598433038</id><published>2008-10-03T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T06:18:00.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morning baby&amp;lt;!!!!!!!! Luv u lots&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-1835353945598433038?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/1835353945598433038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=1835353945598433038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/1835353945598433038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/1835353945598433038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-morning-baby-luv-u-lots.html' title=''/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-8570897027943783953</id><published>2008-10-02T19:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T19:37:29.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im whatching the debate right and im realizing that palin and mcCain have alot of adjectives and statements without fact or meaning. The bull shit there selling im not buying.... Im mean come on is this bitch serious???? &amp;quot;mcCain know&amp;#39;s how to win war&amp;#39;s&amp;quot; well bitch send that dumb fuck over there so the shyt can finally be over. Is this bitch palin serious wit her soccer mom bullshit? *im a mom blah blah blah im from alaska my daughters a whore so i lie n say shes getting married soo it looks like her teen pregnanccy doesnt matter* BITCH R U SERIOUS? Damn i mean its obvious this shyt is really stupid. We suppose to be over there to help give democracy to iraq yet instead we are in a 700 billion debt. And are now entering a depression. WOW its obvious we need to vote for barack!!!! McCain supported the war. Look what this war has gotten us. We bout to be livin like a 3rd world country in a minute man this shyt is ridiculous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-8570897027943783953?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/8570897027943783953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=8570897027943783953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/8570897027943783953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/8570897027943783953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-whatching-debate-right-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-1255779029244642772</id><published>2008-10-01T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T08:23:01.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONTRADICTING LOVE</title><content type='html'>we was suppose to have a happily ever after but you lied&lt;br /&gt;you told me you love me then you took it back&lt;br /&gt;you asked me 2 marry u then was like " i never said that"&lt;br /&gt;you kissed me sweetly then pushed me away&lt;br /&gt;you told me you hated me then asked me to stay&lt;br /&gt;once you got what you want you told me to go&lt;br /&gt;gave me a cold look and said love doesnt live here anymore&lt;br /&gt;you expressed how you werent a one woman man and how any future&lt;br /&gt;wit me and you wasnt in gods plan&lt;br /&gt;i believed every lie you feed me and every bullshit excuse&lt;br /&gt;i listened to your arsenic laced words knowing you were poision&lt;br /&gt;but just like eve couldnt resist the serpant i just couldnt leave well enough alone&lt;br /&gt;day after day my trust died&lt;br /&gt;my honor died&lt;br /&gt;my loyalty died&lt;br /&gt;my love died&lt;br /&gt;i died&lt;br /&gt;all because of you and you still dont see the pain you caused&lt;br /&gt;or the scars you left behind&lt;br /&gt;got me second guessin every nigga that comes in my life&lt;br /&gt;and i cant run to tha preacher cause he doesnt feel my pain&lt;br /&gt;I cant run to my mother she doesnt understand&lt;br /&gt;i cant run to my friends they just shake their heads&lt;br /&gt;truth is some days i feel so alone i think i'd be better off dead&lt;br /&gt;i try to get reality through my head&lt;br /&gt;i wont let him love me cause you did me wrong&lt;br /&gt;my mind thinks im the victim and my body plays along&lt;br /&gt;i know its time to move on so i had to say my last good byes&lt;br /&gt;no more tears for you your not worth them&lt;br /&gt;no more hugs for you&lt;br /&gt;no more kisses for you&lt;br /&gt;no more me.... for you&lt;br /&gt;you dont deserve it...&lt;br /&gt;im done with all the bullshyt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-1255779029244642772?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/1255779029244642772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=1255779029244642772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/1255779029244642772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/1255779029244642772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2008/10/contradicting-love.html' title='CONTRADICTING LOVE'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-447833552952912298</id><published>2008-09-26T17:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T17:09:45.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion for fashion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SN15yYUo7jI/AAAAAAAAACQ/D88JjvJxLuk/s1600-h/0926080009-785510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SN15yYUo7jI/AAAAAAAAACQ/D88JjvJxLuk/s320/0926080009-785510.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250486647013305906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My life this is what i do !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-447833552952912298?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/SN15yYUo7jI/AAAAAAAAACQ/D88JjvJxLuk/s72-c/0926080009-785510.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708208036770126719.post-5467529610994690189</id><published>2008-09-25T20:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T20:59:16.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything and nothing</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;Neva give a nigga more than he think he&amp;#39;s worth, cause if u aint about shyt how can u expect anything?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;I heard this quote from my favorite porn star pinky. Now thas a bad bitch but thas a whole notha note so anyway... Thia quotebreally caught my attention it made me think about the shyt people do mostly niggas. If a man doesnt do anything with his life(example) doesnt WORK or go to school and doesnt try to better himself does he have any self worth? &lt;br&gt;Everyone has things they could change about themselves in order to be better but if a person doesnt want to better themselves wether its with education, personality, looks whatever the case may be does that mean there not worth anything in their mind?&lt;br&gt;I have this annoying habit of seeing the best in people sometimes shyt they dny eveb see n themselves. Its fuked up cause i see there potenial and i feel its so neccessary to help them see it that at times i dnt realize they dnt give a fuk. Shyt just ask my dumb ass ex. I noticed alot of women do that. This is what i have to say to you...&amp;quot; bitch if he dont have a job, dont want one, ask u for money all day and is okay with that, reads at a 3rd grade level and cant stop starin at other bitches but claims he loves you. WHAT THE FUCK IS HE WORTH?&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;SHYT thas right drop that ass n chuck dat sorry nigga a duece. Stop holdin on to muthafukas who have no self worth. That applies to ur friends as well... If ur home gurl is always broke so she cant go habg out wit u unless ur payin, only dates &amp;quot;ballers&amp;quot;, has every designer purse but an empty wallet, no job, depends on niggas to get her everyday neccesaties and whores around town. Leave that hoe be. You need friends who up lift u and help u be a better person. You need posotive role models n friends so that they can help u raise ur self worth not teach u how to bring it down.&lt;br&gt;You dnt need people who aint about shyt around u. So after readin this i suggest u evaluate ur friends, ur dude even your family and ask your self &amp;quot; what is this person worth? and are they a posotive force n my life or a negative?&amp;quot; after u firgure it out handle ur B.I. And get ur muthafuka life on shawty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708208036770126719-5467529610994690189?l=mochavixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/feeds/5467529610994690189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708208036770126719&amp;postID=5467529610994690189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/5467529610994690189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708208036770126719/posts/default/5467529610994690189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochavixen.blogspot.com/2008/09/everything-and-nothing.html' title='Everything and nothing'/><author><name>mocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578844606623450051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl_2moutJ5E/TREjbjaInxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NuCa-vlOTRM/S220/mocha3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
