<?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-1795647270249109544</id><updated>2012-01-05T02:36:22.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ill;kinda</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>283</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-2679919902676492818</id><published>2011-06-20T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T15:47:57.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not at ALL satisfied</title><summary type='text'>Here we go with this shit again,seems like I'm in constant battle &amp; I ain't ever gonna win.Fuck u &amp; that bitch ur with,clearly you two niggas ain't with the shit.you think I give a damn about what you think of me?I'm livin' la vida loca, Shavonna is so care free.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2679919902676492818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=2679919902676492818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/2679919902676492818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/2679919902676492818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2011/06/not-at-all-satisfied.html' title='Not at ALL satisfied'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-8760652806607709808</id><published>2010-08-02T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T10:24:30.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding Solo ??</title><summary type='text'>Trying ti slowly move away from what has felt right for a minute, and wrong for so long .How do I separate myself from the person that I have been deeply involved with? Do I even want to do that? I know that I told myself to stop listening to my heart because she can be biased, but it's hard not to listen when she makes valid points! I do want to follow my mind, but then again, she takes the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8760652806607709808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=8760652806607709808&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/8760652806607709808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/8760652806607709808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2010/08/riding-solo.html' title='Riding Solo ??'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-8204452950048492711</id><published>2010-07-31T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T12:19:30.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>isolation</title><summary type='text'>here &amp; thereback &amp; forthwrong &amp; right...I can no longer fight this fight, this battle, this... war.I end up all alone, cold days, sleepness nights, w/ broken hearts.I've been away from you, away from me... for a while.I need to get back to loving me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8204452950048492711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=8204452950048492711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/8204452950048492711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/8204452950048492711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2010/07/isolation.html' title='isolation'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-6657529758575465672</id><published>2010-07-29T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T22:58:59.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conditional Lover</title><summary type='text'>you love me when you're happy.Hate me when you don't get your way.kick it with me in the daylight,but when the suns down, your body does stray.sex me when you're horny&amp; emotional when your vulnerableIf I were to go out &amp; screw a man tonight, would you still love me the same?Or would you revoke ur love, like this is some type of game?You see, I know you , and EVERYTHING your about,and my friend, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6657529758575465672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=6657529758575465672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/6657529758575465672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/6657529758575465672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2010/07/conditional-lover.html' title='Conditional Lover'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-333633636011727183</id><published>2010-07-29T22:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T22:31:40.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My boo's .</title><summary type='text'>Kye smiles at me in his sleep . I love it . I love himJalen makes me laugh daily. I love it. I love him .</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/333633636011727183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=333633636011727183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/333633636011727183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/333633636011727183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-boos.html' title='My boo&apos;s .'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-3115899068842931322</id><published>2010-07-29T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T22:30:34.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impurity</title><summary type='text'>who said that my heart wasn't supposed to feel my emotion?Why is it that because there is no title for us, that I should remain... emotion..less?I'm only human, and I have the right to feel .I swear if you were to reach out &amp; touch me right now, you'd know EXACTLY how I felt on the inside .My soul dies every day remembering everything you've done to me, but I bring it back to life, knowing that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3115899068842931322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=3115899068842931322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/3115899068842931322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/3115899068842931322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2010/07/impurity.html' title='Impurity'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-4876033017754773752</id><published>2010-06-13T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T19:10:05.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cold shoulder</title><summary type='text'>pssst.. hey you , yea you . I FUCKIN' HATE you . =)good day .</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4876033017754773752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=4876033017754773752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/4876033017754773752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/4876033017754773752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2010/06/cold-shoulder.html' title='cold shoulder'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-2167770516046685718</id><published>2010-06-09T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T21:51:46.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Might Think You Know ...</title><summary type='text'>but truly you have no idea . How long will this charade last?How long will you put up this front?Why are you trying to fight my heart?My head doesn't lie, and neither do my intuitions.My heart on the other hand, may sway me to believe different.That's why I stopped trusting her a long time ago.Hearts are not to be trusted .</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2167770516046685718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=2167770516046685718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/2167770516046685718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/2167770516046685718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-might-think-you-know.html' title='You Might Think You Know ...'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-6081576587684283271</id><published>2010-05-29T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T03:00:26.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate you ; I love you</title><summary type='text'>You make me sick !So sick that I drive myself insane thinking of what you're doing .I cant stand your face.But everytime I see you I just want to melt &amp; kiss you .I wish I could slap you ,but then I know you'd get mad &amp; prolly wouldn't speak to me.I hate your voice,&amp; when I don't hear it for a while , I begin to miss .fuck you , I hope you burn in hell .I love you ... come home .</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6081576587684283271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=6081576587684283271&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/6081576587684283271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/6081576587684283271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-hate-you-i-love-you.html' title='I hate you ; I love you'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-5832917863103274395</id><published>2010-05-22T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T22:49:57.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relapse</title><summary type='text'>I glanced your way and immediately felt a tingle rush through my entire body .Uncontrollable, irresistible feelings started to cloud my mind.I know you are soo wrong for me, yet you feel soo right.A dose of you &amp; I'll be lifted for days.Nothing has ever made me feel like this, nothing has ever felt so incredibly good.I turn away to try and avoid temptation, but you've got me wide openI've been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5832917863103274395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=5832917863103274395&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/5832917863103274395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/5832917863103274395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2010/05/relapse.html' title='Relapse'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-5791947172487589713</id><published>2010-05-16T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T01:31:12.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Is...</title><summary type='text'>Haven't logged on here enough to give my followers a daily dose of me so this post might sum up my life in the last year .Feels like I've been through hell &amp; back with this man , my friend, my enemy. I don't even know what to refer to him as at this moment. So many things have transpired between us, im not sure what is to become of "us" . I still love him with everything I have, but with that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5791947172487589713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=5791947172487589713&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/5791947172487589713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/5791947172487589713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2010/05/reality-is.html' title='Reality Is...'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-7646044940515685477</id><published>2010-04-16T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T11:05:57.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is nothing like.. THE REAL</title><summary type='text'>how is it that you claim to be grown, but yet you have to sneak around, and do everything behind everyones back? How "adult" is that ? I can't really call it, but it has been proven to me that the ones who talk the most, have the weakest bite. The ones who claim to have the "I dont give a fuck" attitude are the ones who care the most . Whatever happened to keeping it real? If not with others, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7646044940515685477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=7646044940515685477&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/7646044940515685477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/7646044940515685477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2010/04/there-is-nothing-like-real.html' title='There is nothing like.. THE REAL'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-406344415954749356</id><published>2010-03-02T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T10:17:08.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the love?</title><summary type='text'>Why is it that it takes sooo much for a woman to get so little appreciation? Men get everything handed to them on a silver platter, as far as monetary, and material things are called for. From 2 different sources, their women &amp; their mothers . Men who barely have to do anything to work for these things are very unappreciative. Women have to work 10 times harder to get something out of a man. He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/406344415954749356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=406344415954749356&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/406344415954749356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/406344415954749356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2010/03/wheres-love.html' title='Where&apos;s the love?'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-8928868276220157390</id><published>2010-03-01T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T09:52:48.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man behind "the man"</title><summary type='text'>I'm starting to realize something about these so called "men".  They can never tell the truth, and if they do find themselves telling the truth, it's their version of the truth. Which always includes a little white lie. I just don't understand it , I mean how could you possibly have a good woman in front of your face, and not be inspired to do her right? Treat her with the most utmost respect? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8928868276220157390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=8928868276220157390&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/8928868276220157390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/8928868276220157390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2010/03/man-behind-man.html' title='The Man behind &quot;the man&quot;'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-3413390588088129807</id><published>2010-01-16T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T11:34:52.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons In Life</title><summary type='text'>You can never trust a man who tells you 'trust me'. You need to run far far away from him. What he is saying with that statement is that 'I am dangerous, and I will heart your feelings. I need you to trust me, in order for me to do those things to you.' A real man should never have to plead his case, or feel like he needs to tell you anything extra for you to KNOW that your heart is secure with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3413390588088129807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=3413390588088129807&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/3413390588088129807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/3413390588088129807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2010/01/lessons-in-life.html' title='Lessons In Life'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-8879889507008423846</id><published>2009-11-05T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:46:02.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ears to my soul</title><summary type='text'>I really hope you're listening,time for me to speak up, and cut out all the whisperingI apologize for the emotional scars and my mentalityreally cant explain why I let men dog and get the best of meI know I'm making you weary and worry about my well beingI'm trying to be done w/ this man but my heart isn't fleeing.My mind is freeingHe's got me locked up, but not physically of coursemy love is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8879889507008423846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=8879889507008423846&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/8879889507008423846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/8879889507008423846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/11/ears-to-my-soul.html' title='Ears to my soul'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-3322199122354114552</id><published>2009-11-05T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:06:20.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Stinks</title><summary type='text'>...but is it supposed to?Why is it that everytime we make a little progess, we are pushed two steps back. You say you care, you say you love me... but where does it show?? Where is your understanding? Your compassion? Why can't you accept that I am not flawless ? Why don't you understand that you are not GOD and are not PERFECT yourself?ugh... FML</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3322199122354114552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=3322199122354114552&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/3322199122354114552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/3322199122354114552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-stinks.html' title='Love Stinks'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-8221854445276424134</id><published>2009-10-07T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T17:02:09.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soo.. danger really did smash the homie .</title><summary type='text'>uh... congrats ??!!??There is still rumors buzzing that it's Ray's but according to Danger it's Nick Cannon's lil bro's(whoever the hell he is!)She still however, smashes homies !</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8221854445276424134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=8221854445276424134&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/8221854445276424134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/8221854445276424134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/10/soo-danger-really-did-smash-homie.html' title='soo.. danger really did smash the homie .'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/Ss0rZMYFvmI/AAAAAAAAAs0/XaX12f97TYg/s72-c/ray-j-and-danger-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-5240240179618453392</id><published>2009-09-23T17:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:41:24.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Split</title><summary type='text'>Found this a while back . I found it to be so... "human" of her(Fantasia)...but her "people" thought it to be tasteless. I understand that people in the industry have an image to uphold, but with you being in the spotlight 90% of the time, when do they have time to just be themselves? When is she allowed to let her hair down? (so to speak)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5240240179618453392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=5240240179618453392&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/5240240179618453392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/5240240179618453392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/09/split.html' title='Split'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-6455203995278536397</id><published>2009-09-22T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T13:23:00.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Multiply</title><summary type='text'>Should the number of men a girl has slept with really determine her marital status? Should she stay single if her number exceeds a man's expectations? Considering all facts that she seems to be the perfect fit , until her number is revealed , should he leave or should he stay ?- I've never really grasped the concept of men who ridicule women for having to high of a number, but his numbers surpass</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6455203995278536397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=6455203995278536397&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/6455203995278536397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/6455203995278536397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/09/multiply.html' title='Multiply'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-1719988136572887728</id><published>2009-09-08T15:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:16:43.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1719988136572887728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=1719988136572887728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/1719988136572887728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/1719988136572887728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/09/bloggedcom.html' title=''/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-3590295518009151944</id><published>2009-09-06T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:38:42.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean Girl</title><summary type='text'>I have the tendency to dislike a person before I even hold a conversation with them . Don't fault me though , not just yet anyway . Something about the way a person(s) demeanor is . I can tell right off the back that me and this person will just not get along . Is that mean ?? Am I being pre- judgmental ? My intuition could be wrong , but then again...  I doubt it .</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3590295518009151944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=3590295518009151944&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/3590295518009151944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/3590295518009151944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/09/mean-girl.html' title='Mean Girl'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-3958441038730237194</id><published>2009-07-19T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:43:34.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mock Me ...</title><summary type='text'>hmmm.... I am a bit perturbed at the moment. I have been web surfing for quite some time now , and have come across a couple of photos of Rihanna &amp; her new do . I'm irritated that people are saying she is mocking cassie , or doing it better. For 1, Rihanna already had the short hair, and it kind of goes hand in hand , and for 2 ... she has a Mohawk , if you look in the photos below you will see a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3958441038730237194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=3958441038730237194&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/3958441038730237194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/3958441038730237194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/mock-me.html' title='Mock Me ...'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SmPuoIjBkNI/AAAAAAAAAsk/hCtz50FmwAs/s72-c/rihanna-shave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-8191501989292639827</id><published>2009-07-01T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T20:47:33.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>david sneed strikes again</title><summary type='text'>Here I am once again , writing another blog about this man . Oh how it never seems to fail . I really do feel bad for you . It's like you have no business of your own, so you sit around and ask about me. Like I've said previously, you have nothing to do with me so keep your nose elsewhere , go find some business, and keep your face out of Shaletha's ass. Maybe that would help. You were right, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8191501989292639827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=8191501989292639827&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/8191501989292639827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/8191501989292639827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/david-sneed-strikes-again.html' title='david sneed strikes again'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-4345030043443118735</id><published>2009-06-29T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T16:37:36.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BET Awards</title><summary type='text'>FINAL CURTAIN CALL FOR BET(not written by me, but I soooo totally agree)original can be found herehttp://http//www.mediatakeout.com/2009/33776-bet_awards_drama_jay_z_threatens_bet__forces_them_to_cancel_chris_browns_performance__and_we_have_official_proof_inside.htmlYou know, I have finally written off looking at BET anymore. I really looked forward to seeing a very well organized and exciting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4345030043443118735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=4345030043443118735&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/4345030043443118735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/4345030043443118735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/final-curtain-call-for-bet-not-written.html' title='BET Awards'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-3698444781699134588</id><published>2009-06-29T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T16:10:18.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it just me?</title><summary type='text'>Or is anyone else wondering why Beyonce NEVER wears her wedding ring? I mean at first I thought it was just to keep people at bay about if her and Jay were really married or not. But now that we all know, wouldn't you be proud to wear the ring that seals your marriage? That's supposed to mean soo much? And considering the amount of money that Jay spent on that ring, don't you think Bey would take</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3698444781699134588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=3698444781699134588&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/3698444781699134588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/3698444781699134588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-it-just-me.html' title='Is it just me?'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SklJ0c6q1yI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xijGrOk44Og/s72-c/beyonce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-1793165089915734402</id><published>2009-06-28T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T19:49:52.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing ...</title><summary type='text'>Watching the BET awards praying that Chris Brown is the suprise guest, and wishes he would pop up and pay his respects to MJ to do some dancing . :/But I know it will never happen . Cuz they are all Chris haters .</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1793165089915734402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=1793165089915734402&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/1793165089915734402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/1793165089915734402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/wishing.html' title='Wishing ...'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-5832529411135029104</id><published>2009-06-24T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T10:50:03.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerkin'?</title><summary type='text'>




My best friend &amp; her sisters thinking they can jerk . Haha not !</summary><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=aeafe1fb3e52dd3a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5832529411135029104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=5832529411135029104&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/5832529411135029104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/5832529411135029104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/jerkin.html' title='Jerkin&apos;?'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-1139518346238644289</id><published>2009-06-24T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T11:05:46.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Jail Time... How do you feel?</title><summary type='text'>It's been reported that Chris Brown gets nooo jail time, for walking Rihanna like a dog . He gets 180 community service. 5 years probation and has to stay away from her for those 5 years . Hmm, they went light on my boy . But I can't really say that I am all that mad. Actually I can't say that I am mad at all ... I'm not an advocate for beating women , but I didn't want to see my man Chris go out</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1139518346238644289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=1139518346238644289&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/1139518346238644289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/1139518346238644289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-jail-time-how-do-you-feel.html' title='No Jail Time... How do you feel?'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SkJihOVnK9I/AAAAAAAAAsM/I1thCyeaLQI/s72-c/chris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-8412922487034393200</id><published>2009-05-27T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:51:57.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Mind....</title><summary type='text'>I've been thinking a lot on what it is that I want specifically for my life, and everything in it, and I keep drawing blanks. If I think I've come up with the answer, a "what if, can't be or might not" pops up. In terms of relationships women always say they want one thing, and end up with the other, and seem content to the outside world . So should we assume that she knows not what she truly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8412922487034393200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=8412922487034393200&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/8412922487034393200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/8412922487034393200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-my-mind.html' title='In My Mind....'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-8688562875442388322</id><published>2009-05-11T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:36:02.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thief in the house .</title><summary type='text'>So it seems like I cannot put my purse down around anyone anymore. So I'm at my grandmothers for a couple days, and in that time $75 has come up missing from my wallet, like really?? Who is stealing from me in my grandmothers house? Is it not safe anymore to think that my immediate family is checking for my check book?DAMN, I'm really hurt by the fact that someone consistantly has their greezy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8688562875442388322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=8688562875442388322&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/8688562875442388322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/8688562875442388322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/thief-in-house.html' title='Thief in the house .'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-2097269771513805826</id><published>2009-05-10T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:49:47.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blogger :)</title><summary type='text'>My dude D. REESE check him out . He is really intellectual </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2097269771513805826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=2097269771513805826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/2097269771513805826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/2097269771513805826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-blogger.html' title='New Blogger :)'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SgeuXu0V6YI/AAAAAAAAAsE/taJiZw1YDsU/s72-c/dreese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-16105199874280294</id><published>2009-05-10T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:25:43.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tight lipped .</title><summary type='text'>I have a secret that I am not too sure that I want to share with the world.- My life has been turning in drastic circles. One day everything is up, and it's good , and the next everything sucks &amp; is bad ! I just can't seem to find a balance anywhere . I'm not telling y'all for a pity party, or thinking that I am the only one going through something similar, I just need some type of relief .--</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/16105199874280294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=16105199874280294&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/16105199874280294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/16105199874280294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/tight-lipped.html' title='tight lipped .'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-7031365315657772605</id><published>2009-05-10T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T09:33:11.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's your day</title><summary type='text'>Happy Mothers Day to all of you yummy mummy's !!! :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7031365315657772605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=7031365315657772605&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/7031365315657772605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/7031365315657772605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-your-day.html' title='It&apos;s your day'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-7065517313246383047</id><published>2009-05-09T23:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:37:57.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Behind .</title><summary type='text'>Moving out of my apartment soon(-- wipes tears)life sucks major donkey ass right now .</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7065517313246383047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=7065517313246383047&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/7065517313246383047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/7065517313246383047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/falling-behind.html' title='Falling Behind .'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-8657447237169727421</id><published>2009-05-04T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:09:28.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>at the end of the day.... it's over</title><summary type='text'>What ever is up, must come down,U can't  swim under water too long, you'll drown.Candle wicks have short life expectancyand at the end , I doubt its you that'll be next to me.Slowly but surely everything comes to an end.so let's just say it's over before it can really beganand if we don't make it as lovers, we can't make it as friends.if you boil water in a pot for too long, it will soon </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8657447237169727421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=8657447237169727421&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/8657447237169727421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/8657447237169727421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/at-end-of-day-its-over.html' title='at the end of the day.... it&apos;s over'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-8359652797171501937</id><published>2009-04-29T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:30:56.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free</title><summary type='text'>I can still remember you telling me that I was the only one and noone had ever touched you  since the last time.I THOUGHT you and me were critical so I moved on and you made me trust you againno I take that back, cuz I never really trusted you, I just did what I had to because I loved youremember whispers in my ear, telling me to have no fear cuz nobody else lives herebut it was all a lie, all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8359652797171501937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=8359652797171501937&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/8359652797171501937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/8359652797171501937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/free.html' title='Free'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-8383576365292498026</id><published>2009-04-27T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:23:52.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of a wise man</title><summary type='text'>"on sum real shit,niggaz want families..its just when we young we call the hoop-court home.we call the club home.we consider the ppl on the block and at all the bars to be our family..dats why niggaz break their necks to get there ya kno..unfortunately, while we doin' all dat, we hurtin' the ppl dat truely care about us..our shorties, our mamas, our baby mamas, shit our babies!.when yall leave </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8383576365292498026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=8383576365292498026&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/8383576365292498026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/8383576365292498026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/words-of-wise-man.html' title='Words of a wise man'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-2083349824327817653</id><published>2009-04-25T11:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T11:28:33.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Summer Summer Time ! - Almost</title><summary type='text'>So it's getting closer to summertime, and almost around the time where women start to try and put the cuffs on their man. Sun means beautiful ladies who are more than likely to wear next to nothing. My advice for the ladies is to not try and chain your man down but to make him want to chain your ass down. Go out and get all of the suns exposure &amp; live it up not worrying about what his next move </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2083349824327817653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=2083349824327817653&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/2083349824327817653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/2083349824327817653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/summer-summer-summer-time-almost.html' title='Summer Summer Summer Time ! - Almost'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-7262648739474709172</id><published>2009-04-25T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T11:21:28.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><summary type='text'>my life is taking an unexpected turn to the left ...I am still jobless in Seattle, and reconsidering if I even want to be living on my own in my own apartment in these hard economic times. I am really thinking that maybe just maybe I might move back home :(I know that is not progressing AT ALL but I just feel so alone right now, and not financially independent. Is that bad that I may be moving </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7262648739474709172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=7262648739474709172&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/7262648739474709172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/7262648739474709172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SfNUGLIkIQI/AAAAAAAAAr8/Nvn8YunSh9U/s72-c/nu1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-2307567822173786518</id><published>2009-04-20T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:44:44.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get yo hand out my pocket !</title><summary type='text'>huge lump sum after divorce?? What's ur take? Is a non working soon to be ex husband/wife be entitled to ANY of the funds after they have split from their wealthy significant other? Even if there is no prenup? I'm not sure where I stand with this one... I am kind of straddling the fence. I am halfway being pulled to the HELLL NO (s)he doesn't deserve a damn thing, especially if the person was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2307567822173786518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=2307567822173786518&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/2307567822173786518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/2307567822173786518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/get-yo-hand-out-my-pocket.html' title='Get yo hand out my pocket !'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-6294002044714716789</id><published>2009-04-20T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T02:35:45.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on Blogger</title><summary type='text'>damn!!! I haven;t logged onto blogger in a nice little minute. And when I do all of a sudden get on, it's changed... I can't totally say if it's for the better either. I'm not sure I'm liking this switch-a-roo. Blogger was a world that was so much different from myspace and from facebook, but I can see it slowly but surely evolving... anywayI hopped on to share a poem that was loosely written &amp; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6294002044714716789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=6294002044714716789&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/6294002044714716789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/6294002044714716789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-on-blogger.html' title='Back on Blogger'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-3245295249994979333</id><published>2009-04-08T16:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:53:26.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halle Berry Jukes..</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3245295249994979333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=3245295249994979333&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/3245295249994979333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/3245295249994979333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/halle-berry-jukes.html' title='Halle Berry Jukes..'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-7066535239812579417</id><published>2009-04-08T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:28:49.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question for the women...</title><summary type='text'>I was recently visiting one of my favorite blogs Eb the Celeb , and one of her posts sparked this question...Ladies,do you ever feel like as grown woman there are certain things that you aren't going to stoop low enough to do? Like certain things are beneath you? Maybe if it's arguing over a man/ fighting over a man, hell fighting period? Is there ever a limit though of how much bullsh*t you will</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7066535239812579417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=7066535239812579417&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/7066535239812579417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/7066535239812579417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/question-for-women.html' title='Question for the women...'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-6768818642140202582</id><published>2009-04-05T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:15:48.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation we have fun</title><summary type='text'>I haven't posted a pic in a while... here ya go</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6768818642140202582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=6768818642140202582&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/6768818642140202582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/6768818642140202582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/operation-we-have-fun.html' title='Operation we have fun'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SdmByVKz_XI/AAAAAAAAArU/nuNFZY8Prnw/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-3446856179139063999</id><published>2009-04-05T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:16:09.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From a man's perspective</title><summary type='text'>found this on Necole bitchie...ladies read it &amp; weep cuz this is so true about us. Hell, it was true to me.Bottom line-if I sleep with a woman I don’t know or care about SEX is NOT going to make me care. That kind of sex is like scratching an itch. Once a man scratches, he’s through. He ain’t sitting around thinking about that spot that itched or how good it felt scratching it. He’s moving on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3446856179139063999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=3446856179139063999&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/3446856179139063999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/3446856179139063999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/found-this-on-necole-bitch.html' title='From a man&apos;s perspective'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-7185482904724256464</id><published>2009-04-01T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:07:38.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mischief</title><summary type='text'>My thoughts of immortal behaviorhas yet again crept itself under my skirt.I won't deny the truth when he asks meI can't control the way the vibrationsmove my body,sway my mind into doing something so totally wrong.It's the devil in me speaking in high octaves. I can't hear any good.Please take me away into sinful yet lustful bliss.Return me home in the morningwith a kiss of deceit on my shoulder,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7185482904724256464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=7185482904724256464&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/7185482904724256464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/7185482904724256464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/mischief.html' title='Mischief'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-6951370447251955756</id><published>2009-04-01T01:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T01:07:46.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BAD GIRLS- not</title><summary type='text'>I would have loved to have been sitting on Perez Hilton's couch tonight. All of the bad girls are fake and coniving bitches. Watching the reunion made me very irritable. You were on the show for a change, but I guess on reality TV it's all scripted. In all honesty I don't know why I let that shit get to me any way. LOL I was wasting my precious time watching that crap. loljokes on me .</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6951370447251955756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=6951370447251955756&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/6951370447251955756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/6951370447251955756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-girls-not.html' title='BAD GIRLS- not'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-3910056070667678770</id><published>2009-03-23T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T00:11:07.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bottom</title><summary type='text'>"A man that is living to ejaculate, he's in a predator mode. And when a man is in a predator mode he's gonna look for the weaknesses of a woman. A woman that's lonely , whose vagina is cold. She's laying in bed at night playing with her toys don't let everyman hit the bottom of your vagina, the groove of your vagina. Every man may not know because he might not have a penis to really know how to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3910056070667678770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=3910056070667678770&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/3910056070667678770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/3910056070667678770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/bottom.html' title='The Bottom'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-2435286871943849880</id><published>2009-03-22T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:48:54.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Afternoon.</title><summary type='text'>silence crept up beneath my skirt, as I sashayed across the beach.The oceans currents ran up my spine, touched my neck and kissed my lips.I ran through the sand, which caressed my feet, it told a story of the love affairs it's once seen.I listened intently, while watching over the raging waters.This is bliss.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2435286871943849880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=2435286871943849880&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/2435286871943849880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/2435286871943849880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2008/10/midnight-afternoon.html' title='Midnight Afternoon.'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-8295724017494060438</id><published>2009-03-22T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:39:42.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STATS</title><summary type='text'>Is it a game for men to sleep with various women, and then report it to any man who will listen? My boyfriend and I were talking today.  I was trying to figure out if it was a self esteem issue. And you know what I learned from him? Absolutely nothing ! He didn't even know why guys cheat, and dammit he is a guy! LOL"I danced my ass off and had this one girl completely naked." -Asher RothI'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8295724017494060438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=8295724017494060438&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/8295724017494060438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/8295724017494060438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/stats.html' title='STATS'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-7414848238306053847</id><published>2009-03-21T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:04:49.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BACK!!!.... (for a brief second)</title><summary type='text'>just wanted to say I miss y'all and I will be back posting and checking out blogs very soon :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7414848238306053847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=7414848238306053847&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/7414848238306053847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/7414848238306053847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-back-for-brief-second.html' title='I&apos;m BACK!!!.... (for a brief second)'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-5010926518174964649</id><published>2009-03-08T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:59:38.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mclovin' soup</title><summary type='text'>collabo with S.Farah- look out for her blog she is coming threw soon :)If you were given a god given gift to create your own male specimen, what ingredients would you stir up?Me personally, I would drop a little charisma, a dash of spunk, a sprinkle of style, 3 spoonfuls of intelligence, throw in some thug while I'm at it too. Ladies who doesn't love a man with a little thug appeal? I mean we can</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5010926518174964649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=5010926518174964649&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/5010926518174964649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/5010926518174964649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/mclovin-soup.html' title='Mclovin&apos; soup'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-1824204944118386294</id><published>2009-03-08T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:24:24.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Homo...</title><summary type='text'>don't you hate it when someone is paying much more attention to your business than their own?Like what's relevant in your life is in no way shape or form relevant in theirs, yet they want to have their nose all in your ass? You know any people like that? I do, it's the homo thug again. He is always asking my best friend (his ex girl) about me. And he has nothing and I mean absolutely nothing to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1824204944118386294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=1824204944118386294&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/1824204944118386294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/1824204944118386294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/mr-homo.html' title='Mr. Homo...'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-530575774785935389</id><published>2009-03-06T20:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:43:50.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Loving You?</title><summary type='text'>Now I lay me down to sleepI pray for someone to love mefor meThroughout my dayI search for loveI look but cannot believeagain today I did not seeanyone with love in their eyes for meI notice one set of deep beautiful eyesand when they stared into minequickly I turned awayafraid to come face to facewith loveI lay awake at nightholding my pillowlonging for someone to appearlonging for someone who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/530575774785935389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=530575774785935389&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/530575774785935389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/530575774785935389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/whos-loving-you.html' title='Who&apos;s Loving You?'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-5502470577607767490</id><published>2009-03-06T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:28:36.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooner than later ...</title><summary type='text'>"I forgot to call you on your birthdayyou swear your the last thing on my mindthere is nothing I can do to fix itall you ever asked me for was timeand the nights don't glow like they used toand when I finally get a moment to myselfI will realize and tell you your everything that I'm missingand you'll tell me that your in love with someone elseso can you do me a favorif I pull it together make it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5502470577607767490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=5502470577607767490&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/5502470577607767490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/5502470577607767490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/sooner-than-later.html' title='Sooner than later ...'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-6971686561119086541</id><published>2009-03-01T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:47:56.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Average Black Man</title><summary type='text'>*please no one take offense to this. These are just my thoughts.*Please note that my thoughts are not fact, they are just that... my thoughts.The average black man is an underachiever. Although the average black man possess intellect and talent beyond measure to excel at whatever he commits to, he won't fully apply himself. He expects his woman to treat him like his mother. "My mama used to work,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6971686561119086541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=6971686561119086541&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/6971686561119086541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/6971686561119086541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/average-black-man.html' title='The Average Black Man'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-5976215371183508837</id><published>2009-02-24T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:36:16.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update of my life on 2/24/09</title><summary type='text'>Worst day of my life ! (So far)So aside from me losing my job :(...my cell phone isn't working at all!!!The sim card has malfunctioned.I lost my debit card and there were umpteen transactions made on it. Which made my account overdrawn, until I can file a report I don't have any spendable money to buy me a new sim card.I sent my income taxes in like 2 weeks ago, and I'm relying on that for my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5976215371183508837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=5976215371183508837&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/5976215371183508837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/5976215371183508837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/update-of-my-life-on-22409.html' title='Update of my life on 2/24/09'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-5366077037180919256</id><published>2009-02-24T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:42:19.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get OUT !</title><summary type='text'>It's been a crazy day for me today . I was fired today (boo-hoo). The bad part about that is rent is soon due. I'm gonna need some $$$. Hell maybe I will have to sell some ass on the side .I'm kidding I'm kidding... (I think) :)I'm still in good spirits though. Hopefully something good will come my way. I will continue to search for work. I need the money !!!! :/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5366077037180919256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=5366077037180919256&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/5366077037180919256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/5366077037180919256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/get-out.html' title='Get OUT !'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-8358342450057964360</id><published>2009-02-19T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:28:32.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I strongly dislike...</title><summary type='text'>1) Followers(i.e.)People who cannot make up their minds for themselves2)Groupies(i.e.) Hell, thats self explanitory3)Band Wagon riders/jumpers(i.e.) Those of you who made blogspots, and haven't posted, or even logged in for 2 months.4)Copy Cats(i.e.)Not the same as followers. Copy Cats are people who steal identities or style, or some kind of flava from someone else, and try and make it seem as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8358342450057964360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=8358342450057964360&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/8358342450057964360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/8358342450057964360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-strongly-dislike.html' title='I strongly dislike...'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-4684390721422951531</id><published>2009-02-19T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:23:40.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Band Wagon? Who.. me???</title><summary type='text'>After posting that Rhianna pic I realized that 1,000 other bloggers did it waaaaayyyyy before me . lol so I'm taking it down. but it's a damn shame to see that had to happen to her . :(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4684390721422951531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=4684390721422951531&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/4684390721422951531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/4684390721422951531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/band-wagon-who-me.html' title='Band Wagon? Who.. me???'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-6782817779699801076</id><published>2009-02-18T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:51:01.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Blog?</title><summary type='text'>My boyfriend and I were in a heated debate about why and where I spent most of my time online. He called me a blogging freak. He doesn't understand it. LOL Then I got to thinking, why DO I spend a lot of time on blogger?? It's because you all are so fascinating . I have a few favorite blogs, but I love all of the bloggers. The very first blog I go to right when I log in ishttp://</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6782817779699801076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=6782817779699801076&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/6782817779699801076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/6782817779699801076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-blog.html' title='Why Blog?'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-471575326064088209</id><published>2009-02-15T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:47:58.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>uh is it a coochie ??</title><summary type='text'>I was having a conversation as to why there are so many different names for a females most intimate part. Is it because some words are too crass and or embarrassing to say?? So I put together a list of the names that I knew of that people use for their stuff*usi (that's what I use of coursetaintBusinessPrivatesPatsyNether RegionsVagina (duh!)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/471575326064088209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=471575326064088209&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/471575326064088209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/471575326064088209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/uh-is-it-coochie.html' title='uh is it a coochie ??'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-5087124535193899622</id><published>2009-02-15T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T13:16:30.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I'm sure everyone is aware of Chris Brown &amp; Rihanna's fight.What I don't understand is why the reporters and blog sites keep having to put that his lambo was rented. Like muthafucka he could afford one. You don't have to keep letting everyone know that it was rented. Like... are you trying to clown ??"Musicians Chris Brown and Rihanna perform during the Z100 Jingle Ball in New York, December </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5087124535193899622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=5087124535193899622&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/5087124535193899622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/5087124535193899622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-im-sure-everyone-is-aware-of-chris.html' title=''/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-7956552095846441854</id><published>2009-02-15T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T12:55:31.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuck- e cheese Jalen !</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7956552095846441854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=7956552095846441854&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/7956552095846441854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/7956552095846441854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/chuck-e-cheese-jalen.html' title='Chuck- e cheese Jalen !'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SZiBPq-qKiI/AAAAAAAAArE/fcvsYDH_wg8/s72-c/chuck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-5030918443445981736</id><published>2009-02-14T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T18:46:21.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think he proposed...</title><summary type='text'>Happy Valentines day :)I woke up with a ring on my finger ! (more so in my lap lol)does that mean I'm engaged ??(for those of you who think it was fast, mind you I've been knowing him since I was 7)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5030918443445981736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=5030918443445981736&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/5030918443445981736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/5030918443445981736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-he-proposed.html' title='I think he proposed...'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-6237272926444314186</id><published>2009-02-12T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:02:08.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blogger</title><summary type='text'>one of my dear friends is new to blogger so please show him some love :)I promise you a good read :) Vaughn's blog</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6237272926444314186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=6237272926444314186&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/6237272926444314186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/6237272926444314186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-blogger.html' title='New Blogger'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-6748248767017353068</id><published>2009-02-12T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T09:33:08.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch!</title><summary type='text'>I tend to have somewhat of a huge attitude when things don't go my way. I am always angry at my boyfriend for something he said or didn't say, or something he did and didn't do. Yesterday my best friend and I were supposed to go to this Haitian bar, and i didn't get off work until about 10pm. My boyfriend did NOT come to pick me up, he instead went to play basketball with his whack ass friends!! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6748248767017353068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=6748248767017353068&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/6748248767017353068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/6748248767017353068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/bitch.html' title='Bitch!'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-3942250721748872839</id><published>2009-02-11T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:31:57.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Loving You</title><summary type='text'>grinning from ear to ear I catch you,touch is so genuine it feels natural.I smile from the inside out, try to keep my composure while around you.But I can't, it's real love you've been hiding but baby I've found you.Counting from the mishaps and mistakes I have madewanting old memories of others to wash away and soon fade.Regardless of the things I remember you are something I can't forget,I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3942250721748872839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=3942250721748872839&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/3942250721748872839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/3942250721748872839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/simply-loving-you.html' title='Simply Loving You'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-203144699263701271</id><published>2009-02-08T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T11:30:01.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'mma take the 'rap' for this one</title><summary type='text'>Entertainment is strictly supposed to be just that. For your amusement, for the sake of entertaining. Not for the sake of becoming a role model, and raising today's society. It really irks me when people, or the media try to get on celebrities about cleaning up their act to keep their fan base. True if they weren't raunchy/bad when they first came out I can see where that would be a problem, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/203144699263701271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=203144699263701271&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/203144699263701271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/203144699263701271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/imma-take-rap-for-this-one.html' title='I&apos;mma take the &apos;rap&apos; for this one'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-495693277860040522</id><published>2009-02-07T17:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:58:59.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pondering...</title><summary type='text'>been thinking of getting my lip re- pierced. but not the loop. maybe just a little stud... most of y'all have seen the pics... what do you think? with?? or without?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/495693277860040522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=495693277860040522&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/495693277860040522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/495693277860040522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/pondering.html' title='pondering...'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-6536475701805416617</id><published>2009-02-07T16:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T16:52:36.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to all my lovely girls all around the world...</title><summary type='text'>word of advice...never settle . Too many nice men that are looking for love out here, to settle for one who is just going to give you heart break over &amp; over .</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6536475701805416617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=6536475701805416617&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/6536475701805416617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/6536475701805416617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-all-my-lovely-girls-all-around-world.html' title='to all my lovely girls all around the world...'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-1907856223907027715</id><published>2009-02-06T12:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T12:37:26.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"And I ain't never been the type..."</title><summary type='text'>I was told the other day not to become a statistic. I thought about what that meant to me. Of course the statement was said to me in a different situation but I thought about being a single mother, and all of the consequences and bad looks that come along with it. So I wrote something like a babies mama etiquette lol (if you will) :)I never want to be your typical babies mama. The one fighting, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1907856223907027715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=1907856223907027715&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/1907856223907027715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/1907856223907027715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-i-aint-never-been-type.html' title='&quot;And I ain&apos;t never been the type...&quot;'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-2425029005380154070</id><published>2009-02-05T09:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:06:51.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rat Race</title><summary type='text'>I'm guessing I should pace myself, for my love life is not a race. I can't help but to be intrigued by him, but yet have him fulfill my ex's shoes . Which i know isn't possible. Have you ever felt  once you get into a new relationship, you have somewhat started the new guy off where the ex left? Like you're trying to waste no time ?  I know I have, but I think this go around I am pacing myself. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2425029005380154070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=2425029005380154070&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/2425029005380154070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/2425029005380154070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/rat-race.html' title='Rat Race'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-8880497284604929624</id><published>2009-02-04T17:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:16:00.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's your daddy ?</title><summary type='text'>What is your take on young women and 2 different fathers for 2 different children ? Would you look down at them and think that they are sluts and are out of control. Are they misguided children (not necessarily teens) who are confused ??What do you think about it ?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8880497284604929624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=8880497284604929624&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/8880497284604929624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/8880497284604929624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/quick-question.html' title='Who&apos;s your daddy ?'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-3090380287341227150</id><published>2009-02-02T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:09:51.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back when this was my shit</title><summary type='text'>"If I'm believing what I hear is true, then there is a broad around town that's claiming you &amp; listen daddy I'm too cute to fight, you better get that bitch told tonight"-Glad I don't have to feel like that anymore(don't know the record ? peep the song on the blog)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3090380287341227150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=3090380287341227150&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/3090380287341227150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/3090380287341227150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-when-this-was-my-shit.html' title='back when this was my shit'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-816035769772513765</id><published>2009-01-31T08:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T08:30:08.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Slip...</title><summary type='text'>Ever got sexed so good, when you stood up your knees buckled and you almost fell to the floor?lol shit I did.Ever felt like after you &amp; your man was arguing and it led to sex, that he was giving you that 'tighten up sex'? you know like "girl you better start doing what I tell you" kind of thing ?like he is trying to make it hurt a little bit, but it's just too damn good to even care?lol shit I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/816035769772513765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=816035769772513765&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/816035769772513765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/816035769772513765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-slip.html' title='Don&apos;t Slip...'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-8432971022818954988</id><published>2009-01-29T09:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T09:30:57.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notorious K.I.M.</title><summary type='text'>lmao so I was just on Ashley Outrageous' blog &amp; she inspired me to post this."ughh What What"  lol</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8432971022818954988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=8432971022818954988&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/8432971022818954988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/8432971022818954988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/notorious.html' title='Notorious K.I.M.'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-669066649621012469</id><published>2009-01-29T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T09:00:17.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy Is not always a female trait.</title><summary type='text'>What's up with these backward ass men?hypocrites I think they are called . The ones who point the finger every time something goes wrong. &amp; If something goes wrong on his end it's the female he wants to blame. So I believe in every action there is a reaction. So if men cheat a lot then a woman is only going to take so much of it before she reacts. But boy oh boy when she does react why is she so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/669066649621012469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=669066649621012469&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/669066649621012469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/669066649621012469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/jealousy-is-not-always-female-trait.html' title='Jealousy Is not always a female trait.'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-217192867194342251</id><published>2009-01-28T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:25:16.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*couldn't resist*</title><summary type='text'>here is my sexy chocolate ; ]</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/217192867194342251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=217192867194342251&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/217192867194342251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/217192867194342251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/couldnt-resist.html' title='*couldn&apos;t resist*'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SYEvp7M4xOI/AAAAAAAAAq8/tGnPZaN0r-o/s72-c/IMG01455.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-6634193166134654953</id><published>2009-01-28T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T14:24:29.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and I'm feeling like ...</title><summary type='text'>"Feels like heaven when we makin' love, controllin' my spineWine and dine, I don't need that as long as long as you wit meAnd you bitches thinkin' that you competition, come and get meMy position is held, some try and all failPussy piece a mothafucka', uh-huh, good enough to sellnever leave his baby girl, mad cuz he claim meonly thug in the hood that was wild enough to tame me"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6634193166134654953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=6634193166134654953&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/6634193166134654953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/6634193166134654953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-im-feeling-like.html' title='and I&apos;m feeling like ...'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-634415688377787746</id><published>2009-01-27T19:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:24:46.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's on your mind ?</title><summary type='text'>shoot me any question &amp; I mean any question &amp; I will definitely be sure to respond.:)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/634415688377787746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=634415688377787746&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/634415688377787746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/634415688377787746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-on-your-mind.html' title='What&apos;s on your mind ?'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-6092218049844374270</id><published>2009-01-27T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:47:53.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I almost had a meltdown !</title><summary type='text'>My son just had his birthday party on Sunday . It was a huge success for the number 1 !I will post pics later. He was all smiles &amp; that's all that mattered to me.I have recently been in some financial turmoil &amp; it has been nerve wrecking, heart wrenching &amp; brain wracking. (the 3 w's) That's why I've been away for a while. I do believe that it is all over &amp; done with so maybe I can breath again...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6092218049844374270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=6092218049844374270&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/6092218049844374270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/6092218049844374270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-almost-had-meltdown.html' title='I almost had a meltdown !'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-8206368138817595354</id><published>2009-01-22T09:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T09:16:29.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*January 22nd 2008- My heart was stolen</title><summary type='text'> Mommy has seen you shine for a whole year. It feels like only a few months went by , but you're a big boy now . Happy Birthday JayBay.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8206368138817595354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=8206368138817595354&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/8206368138817595354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/8206368138817595354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-22nd-2008-my-heart-was-stolen.html' title='*January 22nd 2008- My heart was stolen'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SXip0U6pqoI/AAAAAAAAAps/Kk5opzXgneg/s72-c/IMG008971.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-479298645388781275</id><published>2009-01-22T08:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:24:55.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stanky leg turned ... broken leg ?</title><summary type='text'>bwahahaha ... lmao... haha some more &amp; then haha</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/479298645388781275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=479298645388781275&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/479298645388781275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/479298645388781275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/stanky-leg-turned-broken-leg.html' title='Stanky leg turned ... broken leg ?'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-6248325669586241834</id><published>2009-01-21T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:29:46.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>music corner</title><summary type='text'>It's really been weighing on meTell me what did I doTo have ya'll hating on meWhen I don't have nothing to proveSometimes I shake my headWhen I'm laying down in my bedThinking 'bout the things been saidWhen you really don't know meGotta clear up some thingsThere have been many things said about meSo many opinions, so many judgements, preconceivedIt's out my character for me to feed into ya, give </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6248325669586241834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=6248325669586241834&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/6248325669586241834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/6248325669586241834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-really-been-weighing-on-me-tell-me.html' title='music corner'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-3885081550001862621</id><published>2009-01-19T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:22:14.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ain't never one to brag but...</title><summary type='text'>for those of you who are true followers you know that i just recently moved into my own spot . I've been grinding hard lately , and it was seeming as though it might not have paid off... but then I got the keys to this pretty muthafucka right here !&amp;&amp;&amp;&amp; She is mine all mine :)these are very happy times for me ! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3885081550001862621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=3885081550001862621&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/3885081550001862621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/3885081550001862621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-those-of-you-who-are-true-followers.html' title='I ain&apos;t never one to brag but...'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SXUxcz6vSAI/AAAAAAAAApk/BEo2SrXj1OY/s72-c/7737A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-5798954882783971372</id><published>2009-01-18T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T09:03:14.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trill Town Vs. H Town</title><summary type='text'>hm, so something quickly just ran through my brain. I have been hearing multiple people say"have you heard Mike Jones' new song 'cutty buddy' that shit is dope. Never heard no shit like that.."ok PAUSE... where in the hell have y'all been living? Under some rocks? Y'all don't remember that it was TRILLVILLE'S cut? Waaaaaaay before Mike Jones made his repetitive remake? No?? Well just take a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5798954882783971372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=5798954882783971372&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/5798954882783971372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/5798954882783971372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/trill-town-vs-h-town.html' title='Trill Town Vs. H Town'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-804002922373423139</id><published>2009-01-16T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:20:49.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mm mm good</title><summary type='text'>hope all y'all had a lovely dinner ... I know i did . I put my foot in this shit .  p.s. i like chicken </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/804002922373423139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=804002922373423139&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/804002922373423139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/804002922373423139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/mm-mm-good.html' title='mm mm good'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SXFqoLKCZgI/AAAAAAAAApc/955via-i4rI/s72-c/IMG01381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-4659126078923726319</id><published>2009-01-16T09:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T20:11:34.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JayFendii</title><summary type='text'>for those of you who don't know her blog :Jayfendii (&lt;&lt;--- link)I hope you see this ... so I've been trying to comment on your posts from various computers &amp;&amp; it just won't let me ! So to comment your post about the nudey pics &amp; all that... yesterday I was quite upset actually . LOL I was gonna say "man I'm a grown ass woman &amp; if I want to send naked pics via my cell phone which I pay the bill </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4659126078923726319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=4659126078923726319&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/4659126078923726319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/4659126078923726319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/jayfendii.html' title='JayFendii'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-1267785085791656258</id><published>2009-01-16T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T09:43:40.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I gotta flyy ass kid .</title><summary type='text'> Now HE can match my flyy on anyday :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1267785085791656258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=1267785085791656258&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/1267785085791656258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/1267785085791656258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/now-he-can-match-my-flyy-on-anyday.html' title='I gotta flyy ass kid .'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SXDHJLlPy7I/AAAAAAAAApQ/jV-L6U_nxjc/s72-c/IMG01361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-2868007095897929587</id><published>2009-01-16T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T09:36:45.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7. Pounds</title><summary type='text'>Was a fantastic movie... watched it with my best friend last night @ the house . (hehe- great quality)&amp;&amp; It was so darn confusing, but all along I had an idea in the back of my head what was going on. I'm not gonna say what happens, but it is a must see for those of you who haven't seen it !oh &amp;&amp;&amp; you mofo's better be going to check out NOTORIOUS tonight, cuz it's looking like it's gonna be ill.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2868007095897929587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=2868007095897929587&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/2868007095897929587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/2868007095897929587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/7-pounds.html' title='7. Pounds'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-2818295598720628689</id><published>2009-01-16T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T09:34:26.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a little interlude</title><summary type='text'>set your mind free,and let your body fleecuz I don't want you anymore you see.There never was and never can be a "we"for I love he &amp; he of course, loves theeso let's not do this dance babygo &amp; find true romance lovelyand rid your soul of me .</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2818295598720628689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=2818295598720628689&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/2818295598720628689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/2818295598720628689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-little-interlude.html' title='just a little interlude'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-8286228976325057551</id><published>2009-01-15T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:24:03.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I just found Heaven</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8286228976325057551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=8286228976325057551&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/8286228976325057551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/8286228976325057551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-think-i-just-found-heaven.html' title='I think I just found Heaven'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SW-NTCUR3kI/AAAAAAAAApI/Nqe4w_A8jEk/s72-c/14816896_30_d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-2021134218784996955</id><published>2009-01-13T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:37:22.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat &amp; Mouse</title><summary type='text'>most women get upset when they have given their numbers to potential love interests and they never get a call from them. So us, being women start fishing around trying to figure out why didn't he call &amp; make up some sort of excuse for the man . When in all actuality, he was probably not into you .So I'm reading this book "He's just not that into you" &amp;&amp;&amp;it's a great read ! lol I know some of you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2021134218784996955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=2021134218784996955&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/2021134218784996955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/2021134218784996955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/cat-mouse.html' title='Cat &amp; Mouse'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-7804253217674517777</id><published>2009-01-13T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:53:03.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels So Good</title><summary type='text'>"Yea you pushin' futher and i'm seeing that you lovin' itI'm pushin' back and got you callin out ma goverment like remeniceI'm really feelin this and i don't like to kiss but i really like ya lipsSee i'm tryna hold it but i can't control itMy mind is tellin me stop but my body it keeps goingYou want me to stay but i wish i couldAnother day but tell me why i should"I would be lying if I said this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7804253217674517777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=7804253217674517777&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/7804253217674517777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/7804253217674517777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/feels-so-good.html' title='Feels So Good'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-8503944314106307056</id><published>2009-01-13T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:54:30.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youtube or not ?</title><summary type='text'>I love YouTube. I'm on it all the time. Watching everything from ghetto fight videos to ass shaking. &amp; I wonder... how many people are sitting at home watching these videos shaking their heads in disgust at someones choice to broadcast such personal things.. (i.e. the dancing)there is this one dance group on there that I watch a lot there dance name is twerk team .They are dope they get like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8503944314106307056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=8503944314106307056&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/8503944314106307056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/8503944314106307056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/youtube-or-not.html' title='Youtube or not ?'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-6862395109495917183</id><published>2009-01-13T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:44:52.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potential</title><summary type='text'>well well well... looks to me like we have new faces to the blogging world .Like always . This is my buddy though since I was like 14 years old ... so show his blog some love people , I'm sure he won't dissapoint .http://realmansworld.blogspot.com/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6862395109495917183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=6862395109495917183&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/6862395109495917183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/6862395109495917183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/potential.html' title='Potential'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-452669010786388278</id><published>2009-01-13T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:43:03.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>M.I.A.</title><summary type='text'>"I fly like paper..."Seems like I have been gone from blogging forever ...thank you all for posting on my twisted men blog. All the input was much respected . :)I am @ work bored as ever so I will leave you all with a photo...--until next time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/452669010786388278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=452669010786388278&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/452669010786388278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/452669010786388278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/random.html' title='M.I.A.'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SWz1gpOmR4I/AAAAAAAAAog/w9jbR7qo_bw/s72-c/IMG01372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1795647270249109544.post-7703381761266506016</id><published>2009-01-08T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:50:54.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>twisted men</title><summary type='text'>hmm, so I've always wondered why men called a promiscuous woman all types of sluts &amp; whores with their boys &amp; say how dirty she is &amp; how they will never mess with her. But when given the chance they will sleep with her off top ... why is that? It baffles me... It's also even more strange that men tend to fall in love with these types &amp; look over the "good woman" hm, interesting. I've seen it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7703381761266506016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1795647270249109544&amp;postID=7703381761266506016&amp;isPopup=true' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/7703381761266506016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795647270249109544/posts/default/7703381761266506016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theenusoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/twisted-men.html' title='twisted men'/><author><name>ill;kinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535456496978361351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYDL2yhdrSU/SSux__ZpZkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zFTDi1J4kS8/S220/more+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry></feed>
