<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25644220</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:30:03.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inner Beauty Movement</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinnerbeautymovement.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25644220/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerbeautymovement.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545166155597846128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25644220.post-114532431237597594</id><published>2006-04-17T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T19:02:00.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well its been a while since I've had time to type.  Work has been kicking my ass and I have been bunned up for a minute.  Well now I have a minute and of course I have a little dilemma. My BM (short for baby's momma LOL)swung through last night because she was getting lost in here in DC, she lives in Virginia about 20 minutes away.  So we converse for a few minutes, mind you she has had a drink with friends before she came.  I tell try to convince her behind to spend the night instead of leaving because I didn't want her to get a ticket if she was stopped on the way.  Virginia is very strict on their laws and she lives in booneyville with the white folks.  You know the crime rate there is low so they have nothing left to do but stop random black drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She insists its easier to go home because I get up at 5:45 to go to work and she'll end up late for work by sleeping in at my apartment.  So I am walking her to the door and I end up walking her out to the front gate.  Now at the gate she keeps saying to me don't worry baby I'll be okay, go back to the car.  So I tell her no its okay I 'LOL just walk her to the corner, I end up getting to the corner of my street.  The entire time, she keeps repeating no its okay, go back to the house , go back to the house.  So by this point I am like what the hell is the problem.  So I tell her I'll at least walk her to the car.  She is still insisting no go back to the house.  So I'm thinking why doesn't she want me to walk her to the car?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say to her what is the problem?  Why can't I walk you to the car?  Do you have someone in there, and I don't want any drama.  Then she gets an attitude as we get to the car and says yeah, come and meet her, of course there is no one in the car.  So she is now pissed off at me and this happened at 11pm last night.  Am I crazy or was this a reaction someone else would have had?  Would anyone else have an attitude with me?  I called her at work and she still had an attitude so I haven't talked to her yet.  Ugh, it just seems petty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25644220-114532431237597594?l=theinnerbeautymovement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinnerbeautymovement.blogspot.com/feeds/114532431237597594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25644220&amp;postID=114532431237597594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25644220/posts/default/114532431237597594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25644220/posts/default/114532431237597594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerbeautymovement.blogspot.com/2006/04/well-its-been-while-since-ive-had-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545166155597846128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25644220.post-114447861197704786</id><published>2006-04-07T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T20:28:59.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ngs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Abo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ut&lt;/span&gt; Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;......&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6690/2682/1600/The%20gang%202.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="1069" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6690/2682/200/The%20gang%202.0.jpg" width="1600" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I stole this idea from the legendary &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.houstonny.blogspot.com"&gt;HOUSTONNY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I always look for the "authentic" in any individual&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My first love is music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love watching the &lt;em&gt;Golden Girls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zimbabwe was my home for two years&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adoption is a loving choice made by a mother to offer her child a better life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was born in New York&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am guilty of buying CD's for a single song-atleast until iTunes came along&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You never see the beauty in the small things in your everyday life until o&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6690/2682/1600/the%20gang.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" height="1138" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6690/2682/200/the%20gang.jpg" width="1423" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ne day its possible you will never see them again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I love to dance&lt;/span&gt;- I missed my calling years ago, instead I became a nurse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always trust your intuition&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have always wanted an open relationship with my mother&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am rather opinionated, but very open- minded.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to wait atleast thirty seconds before entering the bathroom after someone else&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cooking is a stress reliever and a hobby of mine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I started cooking when I was ten years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Sex is an art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm always looking for a muse (wink)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes I wonder if I should have a baby in the &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6690/2682/1600/nia-long-picture-green.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6690/2682/200/nia-long-picture-green.0.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;future- scary thought huh?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eggplant reminds me of eating insect eggs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My baby's mama is &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Nia Long&lt;/span&gt;......(she doesn't know it yet)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish my family and I were closer emotionally&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Hot apple pie and vanilla ice cream after a bath and an evening of making love is heaven&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sexy is slow grinding to reggae, face to face with your lover&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MAC lipglass and lustreglass are a fetish of mine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favorite colors are &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;foam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love like I've never been hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cassandra Wilson's voice reminds me of soft kiss on the back of my neck&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have sacrificed my own happiness to spare anothers feelings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Sexiness is the first thing that attracts me to any woman&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Confidence is a very close second&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am scared I might die alone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love cooking Thanksgiving dinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My closest female friends are Tawnya, Andrea, and Aisha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I absolutely hate phony ass people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nursing is a tough ass job.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That which doesn't kill you makes you stronger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I almost died twice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am still &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love to laugh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I try not to sweat the small stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After #18, most is just that-small stuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of my dreams is to work with teenage girls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I always wished I had a sister.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to learn how to repair my mistakes- including my credit (and I am not scared to say it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Communication is an underated skill, too bad we don't all put it to use.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women have a tendency to get mad at me if I request we remain friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my gay brothren!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have used sex as a weapon on a few occasions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do I feel guilty??? Hell no! (wink)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can feel lonely in a crowded room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Acting is a secret fantasy of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I started school a year and a half before I was supposed to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favorite body part is a pair of sexy, slightly moist lips&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guess where?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laughing is foreplay for me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was asked to skip a grade twice in grade school, and didn't&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My parents decided against it because I was small for my age group already&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I love being alive&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cry at most dramatic movies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some of my favorite movies are the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Color Purple&lt;/span&gt;, Babe, Lord of the Rings, Jurassic Park, Clueless, the Usual Suspects , and Boomerang.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been called artistic since I was a child&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are days when all I want is a hug and to know I am loved&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6690/2682/1600/gabrielle%204.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In this life we are so isolated, so my friends sometimes are my family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes I care too much&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6690/2682/1600/gabr%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6690/2682/200/gabr%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being African American but being raised as an African child is tough.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mother outed me to my entire family lol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gabrielle Union&lt;/span&gt;- if you're reading this, baby &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YOU COULD GET IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (lol)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to learn how to strip, I think its sexy as shit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be loved for me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&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/25644220-114447861197704786?l=theinnerbeautymovement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinnerbeautymovement.blogspot.com/feeds/114447861197704786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25644220&amp;postID=114447861197704786' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25644220/posts/default/114447861197704786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25644220/posts/default/114447861197704786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinnerbeautymovement.blogspot.com/2006/04/some-things-about-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545166155597846128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
