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  <title>I&apos;m lookin like a star bitch</title>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 13 Jun 2009 23:27:44 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I use to be in love with livejournal! My trials and joys were in this rectangle box!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 10 May 2008 23:57:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hey!</title>
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  <description>It&apos;s been a long time...I should write in here more often. I&apos;m always so busy. Not really. I don&apos;t really have a life. I go to work, come home, watch T.V., do lesson plans, then go to sleep. My life is so boring. Like an old unmarried woman with no kids and cats. Minus the cats cause I hate them. I do have a dog. Summa Rox is her name. (say it out loud) She is fly.  Well it&apos;s a lovely Saturday night. I&apos;m torn. Should I stay home and watch this good ass Lifetime movie that comes on at 8 or go out.  I been laying around watching Lifetime ALL day. Sleeping and watching. With no air on! Cause I don&apos;t want my light bill to be high! lol. Oh I&apos;m really thinking about buying a bike to ride around on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;channing</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 25 Oct 2007 11:59:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>addiction</title>
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  <description>Hello, my name is Channing and I am addicted to shopping.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know what happened but I had an urge to drive to Dallas after work and buy a purse. A Louis V to be exact.  I been in a bad mood lately.  I feel like I am doing well in my life but not really what I want to be doing right know.  Not glamorous.  I know I said I had grown up.  I have.   I use to spend money money MONEY at the mall every week.  And it&apos;s hard to do at my mall cause it sucks.  Hell that didn&apos;t stop my ass.  Now my budget has been cut way down.  Which is cool.  I like doing the grown woman thang. I kind of like paying my own bills.  I know no one in my family thought I would be able to. My mom is always saying &quot;you don&apos;t need any help? You have money?&quot; Anyway...I went and bought a purse.  It wasn&apos;t a LV. It wasn&apos;t even designer.  So I guess I am growning up a little.  I still have that itch to get my hands on a damn  LV! lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have to go to work! Loves the kids!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 21 Oct 2007 15:47:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Back..</title>
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  <description>Yesssir...I be back like a crack head finnin for crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How have ya&apos;ll been?  Good I hope.  I&apos;m still me.  Not much has changed.  I still try to write about what&apos;s been going on in my life. So I can have something to look back on and see how much I have grown or not grown.  I mostly write in my journal I bought last Christmas.  You can still catch me in your local club dancin my ass off. Might pass by me at the mall (eating)(doing)(saying) something I shouldn&apos;t.  Might not catch the face, I&apos;ve gained wieght to say the least.  But who cares! I love to eat.  Hate to work out! And I&apos;m late for church.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 19 Aug 2007 04:30:24 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I step in the room walking to the beat of Kanye...Champion.  Did you know you were a Champion? Yessss I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m a new place in my life.  Not really a grown up type of place just a better place than where I use to be. Found love...lost love...back in love again.  This time with someone who can love me better. Myself.  I&apos;m loving me right now.  Finished with school!!!! I got some big plans.  Damn I never thought right now I would be right here at this point in my life.  I use to think that the latest Gucci bag was what was happening.  Now don&apos;t get me wrong, I love the latest everything.  Just not number one on my list. I can do without mainly cause I&apos;m buying it myself right now. I don&apos;t really get help from anyone but Cj.  I never thought I would get over Leon.  But I did. Never thought my main friend in life Kia wouldn&apos;t be my main friend 4ever.  But she wasn&apos;t. She&apos;s back now! Never thought I would go to an abortion clinic. But I did.  So much has happened and hasn&apos;t happened. I have grown up so much. (blows kisses to myself in mirror)lol. Peace to everyone.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2007 06:04:01 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it do?  How has everyone been?  Good I hope.  I thought about writing a long entry.  Like old times...but I don&apos;t feel like it.  like I said hope all is well....</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 08 Jan 2007 00:22:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hey Bitches....!!!</title>
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  <description>I bet you been thinking where in the HELL is that bitch BUTTAA aka Channing...I&apos;m good alive.  No problems just living life.  Still think about lj every now and then.  You will always hold a warm spot in my heart. I  might come back.  IT was just that this got boring.  I love to write and not type.  A good ol fashion journal does me fine.  Plus I never had anything to say.  Other than I LOVE YOU! I hope 07 rocks and stay safe.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 27 Jul 2006 15:42:30 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So I could make out like my life has been sooo busy that I never have time to write on here....and really that is the case but who cares right? You were in my heart and mind while I was out doin me.  Which was a whole lot of nothing.  See you in a couple of months!  love yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Can you believe Kelly Rowland is PREGNANT??? oh my!</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 05 May 2006 05:33:51 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>EVERYBODY SAY HEEEEEEYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2006 02:03:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Enough about Brangelina....Channing&apos;s back!</title>
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  <description>It&apos;s crazy how God works.  Some parts of the way I do the dudes I talk to is very typical of how dudes do females.  I know I hurt Kentreal.  At the time I didn&apos;t really care.  Better him than me is what I kept thinking.  Then Kamau came along.  When I say I was in love! Ok I was crazy stupid over that short nigga.  Got burnt.  He got me.  Let&apos;s back up....way back.  I was in high school...one of my main homegirls Tori.  We were real tight she didn&apos;t go to the same school I did but she hung out with us.  So she was messin with this dude Alex, they were having some problems.  So I&apos;m suppose to be helping them out.  I would call and talk to him about them, then it turned to us.  Now...I really wasn&apos;t trying to push up on him cause I was with Leon but it was still really trifling how I did her.   We never kissed or hell even held hands.  I just let talking on the phone go too far.  But I was young.  Looking back...I didn&apos;t give a damn then.  I would flirt without giving a damn if you were right there.  At the time I thought I was cute and I could have basically anything I wanted. I had Leon.  But I would talk and flirt with alot of people.  Now, flirting may seem little but it&apos;s a lot for me.  It was, I was a virgin so thats all I could do.  So back to now.  I do care now.  I care if I hurt someones feelings.  I care about alot more stuff.  I&apos;m more soft. I care if I get hurt.  It&apos;s like it&apos;s too late.  All of the new me is too late.  God is already in the process of putting me through it.  All of what I put people through...is coming back on me full force. This year has been the hardest. From school to life.  Everything.  I know when it&apos;s all said and done I will be better.  Don&apos;t get me wrong.  I&apos;m still VERY materialistic and a little vain.  Just a little nicer.  It&apos;s hard being nice.  I don&apos;t get on here cause I have nothing to talk about.  IM ALMOST GROWN(er)!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost finished with school but not really.  Don&apos;t think cause I&apos;m all &quot;cry cry I am all nice and noone cares about me cry cry&quot; I&apos;m good.  Still a bitch and always a DIVA.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 05 Apr 2006 06:47:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Russell, Kimora Lee Simmons May Reconcile</title>
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  <description>Tuesday Apr 04, 2006 10:00am EST&lt;br /&gt;By Stephen M. Silverman &lt;br /&gt;CREDIT: ALBERTO TAMARGO / JPI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russell and Kimora Lee Simmons announced on March 31 they&apos;d separated after seven years of marriage. But saving their union is &quot;a possibility,&quot; Russell Simmons tells the New York Daily News.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;We&apos;re best friends,&quot; says the Phat Farm and Def Jam Records founder. &quot;We&apos;re still going to have our media interests and our fashion interests. I am producing her reality show (VH1&apos;s The Kimora Lee Simmons Show), and we&apos;re raising our children together. From what the public sees, there&apos;s absolutely no change.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, Simmons says, he, Kimora and their daughters Ming, 6, and Aoki, 3, &quot;woke up, the four of us, in the same bed – which is pretty normal for us.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also confirms he&apos;s been spending time with Denise Vasi, 23, a model from the Dominican Republic, but denied reports of infidelity, saying he&apos;d been honest with Kimora about Vasi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also tells the Daily News he&apos;d be fine if his wife found a new boyfriend, under two conditions: &quot;One, he&apos;d better be sweet to Kimora. Two, he&apos;d better love my children.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russell, 48, and Kimora, 30, married in 1998. Kimora, a former model, oversees the hugely successful women&apos;s clothing line Baby Phat (a Phat Farm spin-off) and is author of the recently published book Fabulosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his statement Friday, Simmons said, &quot;Kimora and I will remain committed parents and caring friends with great love and admiration for each other. We will also continue to work side by side on a daily basis as partners in all of our businesses.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The statement also said the couple have been separated &quot;for some time,&quot; but have continued living under the same roof. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok even if you tell the person you are about to cheat...it&apos;s still cheating.  The whole thing seems strange.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 30 Mar 2006 05:17:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Feels good to be home..</title>
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  <description>What&apos;s up people?  I&apos;m not saying I&apos;m back to posting like old times but I am going to try to put forth some kind of effort to post more.  I been crazy busy.  Nothing has been going on.  Same bullshit, different day.  You know how that goes. I hardly get on the internet so that&apos;s why I don&apos;t update. Most of the time I&apos;m on AIM through my phone.  Channicente if you want to IM me sometime.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 07 Mar 2006 16:43:20 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i&apos;malive.barely.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2006 20:24:03 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>What&apos;s upper!  I&apos;m SOOO bored.  I&apos;m filling in for this lady today answering the phones and doing shit.  The only thing I hate is the computer is facing the door so someone can see what I&apos;m doing at in moment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m getting away tomorrow.  I&apos;m going to dallas this evening and flying to Arizona in the morning.  I wasn&apos;t going to go but everyone else is so I decided to go.  I need some fresh air. I have some pictures of me and my grandmother AND me as a young&apos;n.  If you want to see them leave me a note I&apos;ll email them to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team is offical dead.  I have no QB or hell even a fuckin kicker.  All my players have been cut.  So after a few weeks/hours of crying and bitching I am ready to recruit. hollER.  I&apos;m a tad bit excited to go to Arizona. I&apos;m going for a birthday party.  I know for sure I&apos;m not gonna want to leave.  The lady whos party it is has no idea we are coming.  Which means she wont be cooking. Which sucks cause she can cook the HELL outta some gumbo.  like I need to let some stuff off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea I&apos;m in a better mood than the last time I wrote.  I still feel I need a cinnabon.  asap.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 30 Jan 2006 04:32:18 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>It all came together.  I was too busy pleasing everyone else that I couldn&apos;t please myself. I think somewhere on the road I lost who I was.   I lost my heart. I made so many mistakes I can&apos;t remember them all.  From A to Z I have done it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His face is a blur.  I can hear his voice clear though.  Thinking about it I can kind of see his smile.  I loved how he always made me smile.  Through it all I always knew his shoulder was mine even if his heart wasn&apos;t.  I remember the day I messed it up, the day it went from bad to worse.  I honestly thought he was the one for me.  In a crazy way I still think it.  I get a little jealous when he talks about his girl, cause I&apos;m thinking it should be me making him happy.  I use to wish I could make him happy the way he made me but I stop trying a long time ago.  My piece of my heart is still in his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Content, not happy, that is where I am now.  Progressing to be better.  I want so much to be the best person I can be.  Sometimes its hard cause I feel like everything is on my back.  I&apos;m always trying to fix everything and everyone elses problems that mine get lost in the mix. I try not to complain too much cause despite it all I&apos;m blessed.   I&apos;m grateful too.  I thank God for everything and everyone in my life.  Good and bad.  Cause without the rain I couldn&apos;t look forward to the sunshine.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 10 Jan 2006 04:50:04 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>What&apos;s up bitches! I just wanted to tell everyone Happy everything.  I been a little busy but I guess I could have dropped a note on here.  Nothing exciting has been going on.  Just been clubbin,school and work.  I&apos;m already tired of work.  But I love paper so I gotta keep on it.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2005 22:56:30 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;m alive. I was doing bad in like 2 of my classes so I have to cut out a lot of stuff.  Sitting around doing nothing was one of them.  So instead of getting on here I studied.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought my grades up to a B but I wanted an A.  Still hope but doubtful cause I feel too comfortable with an B.  Soo yea...That&apos;s it.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2005 20:33:28 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I got arrested awhile back for disturbing the peace. Long story.  But I have been known to speak my mind.  This time I spoke it to white people and I cussed.  Something you don&apos;t do in the south.  The town I got arrested in you can barely look at a white person eyes much less yell at them.  The thing that sucked was I wasn&apos;t the only was yelling and acting a fool.  I was just the loudest.  So this old white man called the police on me.  Me being bout it, I stayed and waited.  I was still heated so when the cops got there I was still talking shit.  Ok my thing is YES I gave into them and acted the way &quot;we&quot; are supposed to act. But I don&apos;t understand why it was a big deal.  I almost know for a fact if I had of been a blue eyed woman with blond hair I would have been told to calm down.  The charges got dropped but I had to do community service.  What made me think about this is I saw the girl I cussed out today.  A part of me wanted to finish what I started.  But I have grown up a lot =\ Plus I don&apos;t feel like going to jail, again.  It was stinky in there.  I didn&apos;t get to see any inmates or anything cause I never went into a cell.  She looked like she remember me.  I know she did.  She had to remember the cussin out I put on her.  She threw away MY burger and I was hungry as hell.  I hadn&apos;t ate all day.  Trick.  Ok so I thought I would let everyone know I rode in the back of a cop car with handcuffs on.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 20 Oct 2005 00:09:13 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Me and my cousin flew to Dallas today to find a dress for homecoming.  Her homecoming and mine is the weekend.  My mom was fussin cause I asked my uncle could we fly.  Whatever. She is saying that I&apos;m spoiled. (DUR) Cause of her.  Anyway we found a fly dress for only like 150.  It&apos;s real pretty.  I think the woman was flirtin with my cousin.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok if anyone EVER goes to Dallas.  Please get some Rudy&apos;s Chicken. OFF.THE.FUCKIN.CHAIN.  You have to deal with crackheads begging for money but it&apos;s cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to see my crush tomorrow!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 18 Oct 2005 08:26:37 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I just figured out why I never post pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m slow as hell!  lol It took me 2 days to post a pic of me and I STILL didn&apos;t do it right.  Plus I&apos;m not too comfortable with my pics on the net.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m up right now cause my nose it stopped up.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 17 Oct 2005 14:38:29 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Is anyone else in love with Kem?  I been having his cd on repear for the last couple of days.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 17 Oct 2005 14:15:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My team...my season....over</title>
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  <description>My team is my dudes.  So I have had to cut a lot in the last couple of weeks.  All of them suck. I have one I been trying to recruit for a weeks now but I don&apos;t know what to say.  He knows I like him I think.  Anyways my season is OVER.  I mean niggas didn&apos;t call me on my birthday.  Some got girlfriends.  The main person I want on my team doesn&apos;t want to come!  lol.  He can be the quaterback. I would post a picture of my prospect so everyone can stare at him.  The picture I have of him doesn&apos;t look that nice.  Cause I got it in a stalkerish way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  LOL It&apos;s a boy in here looking at chicks on the net.  That&apos;s so 1999.  He is real cute my homegirl told me his feet skank. How she knows I do not know.  lol.  I&apos;m about to go pick on him in a min.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that new Nelly song.  I don&apos;t know what it is about a grill.  Turns.me.on....on the right person.  Cause sometimes if a dude has nasty skin and he doesn&apos;t look clean it&apos;s ugly.  White boys can&apos;t rock them either.  Paul Wall looks stupid with his.  But his grill is so pretty. He does them at Big T&apos;s in Dallas.  I don&apos;t know if he still does since he has made it kind of big but he use to.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 17 Oct 2005 04:01:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I really think too highly of myself. Something I&apos;m working on.</title>
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  <description>So true.  When I was younger I use to get picked on.  It kind of beat me up.  Made me doubt myself so later in life I talked myself into the bitch I am today. (*WAVES* thank you!!!)  More so than ever I have been looking at my faults.  I&apos;m not perfect.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession...I&apos;ll tell yall later.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 14 Oct 2005 03:34:58 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I know that there comes sometime, that you/I have to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this tight feeling in my chest.  I know I got defeated.  So I put my hands up and  go to my knees.  I know that I have to walk away and call a truce with love.  Cause I&apos;m never going to win.  Ok maybe I&apos;m throwing up the white flag too soon.  But I feel like I am always trying too hard and I don&apos;t get it in return.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conversations with him are dry and almost nonexistence.  I wish God would give me one more chance to make things right.  Everything happens for a reason.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have a lot of things going on right now.  I have an issue with trying to be perfect.  I want to be the best at everything.  So right now I have an C in my ENGLISH class.  Out of all things.  I think it&apos;s the internet cause I don&apos;t write correctly on here.  It&apos;s like some kind of short story English class that&apos;s booty.  My teacher is ok but she is mad hard.  She doesn&apos;t have any sort of understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me say this...I can&apos;t even focus on &quot;my crush&quot; because of Kamau.  Like I like the boy but I don&apos;t even want him like that.  Plus he is too pretty to be with.  He looks WAY better than me.  I don&apos;t like being the ugly one. Anyway, I just feel so SO I dunno.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 05 Oct 2005 19:26:13 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I have 2 friends.  I know them from work, B and C.  B is a girl.  C is a boy.  So this summer they use to hang out.  I think he was really feelin her but she wasn&apos;t feeling him like that.  Anyway last week she went to hang out with him cause it was her b-day.  She got drunk and passed out.  When she woke up the next morning C was laying beside her naked.  He told her they had sex last night.  She is a virgin so it tore her up pretty bad.  She was bleeding for a couple of days.  My question is, is that rape?  I say yes.</description>
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