﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Raynettetasha's Xanga</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Raynettetasha</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from Raynettetasha</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://www.xanga.com/Raynettetasha</link></image><item><title>I hate boys</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Raynettetasha/544564918/i-hate-boys.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Raynettetasha/544564918/i-hate-boys.html</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Nov 2006 05:03:23 GMT</pubDate><description>I hate dating with the ego's, miscommunication, awkward moments, the status, the "talk", ALL that crap is stuff I wish I didn't have to be apart of. But then again I want a love, and the only way to get to a love is by dating. So I'm stuck doing what slowly kills me inside. I tried thinking about what I could do to make it better, but I came up with nothing. I'm stuck dating and hating it till I do meet that love. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I also notice that when I do date, one person is always giving more then the other. I am taught from past relationships that if I am giving more it's because that person is just no that interested. So the guys to follow will automatically get statused that there just not that into me because I feel that I am putting more effort then they are. This could be a problem because when I feel that way I pull away&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Raynettetasha/544564918/i-hate-boys.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, October 02, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Raynettetasha/534291974/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Raynettetasha/534291974/item.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Oct 2006 00:38:17 GMT</pubDate><description>I went to a&amp;nbsp; bar last night withthe new boy. Had a great time :).
But then&amp;nbsp; he said something that got under my skin. I wish it
didn't but it did. Why is it that guys&amp;nbsp; have a better time getting
over something that bothered&amp;nbsp; them then girls. Maybe I'm
stereotyping. But for the most part I think it's true. When I'm
bothered I'm qutie and I do this so I can&amp;nbsp; figure shit out, to
evaluate if it's a big deal or not, if it is a big deal then I would
talk about it and if it's not then I will drop it. I think most people
, when they see this part of me think that I'm really upset or
something. But I'm not&amp;nbsp; (exactly). I'm just figuring shit out in
my head. &lt;br style="display: none;"&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Raynettetasha/534291974/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>all is well with a little communication</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Raynettetasha/533900339/all-is-well-with-a-little-communication.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Raynettetasha/533900339/all-is-well-with-a-little-communication.html</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Sep 2006 16:19:15 GMT</pubDate><description>Well I talked to the new boy, and it's interesting cause he emphasized
how important that is, which it is. I am clear on what we are and what
could possibly happen. (But I'm not crossing my fingers)&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
On to more interesting subjects, this stupid little bug keeps flying
next to me, it's quite annoying. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I had my first test since I returned
to school , in an "actual class". ( my theater ones, don't count) I
think I got a damn C or B- ( I'm crossing my fingers) I waited last
minute to read and study. ( Note to self, KEEP UP WITH THE READING). I
also realized that my history teacher is HARD CORE. This is the level I
think all college professors/ teachers should be teaching at. We get
away with so much. Anywho, I am now going to check the closeout( I'm at
work, stealing the internet) then go to the gym..... hahaha, I've lost
11 lbs. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I believe only one person checks this page other then me, and that's
you. (Stephen) So hello, and thanks for being interested in my
non-Sense.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br style="display: none;"&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Raynettetasha/533900339/all-is-well-with-a-little-communication.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>hard lesson.... hopefully learned.</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Raynettetasha/532477682/hard-lesson-hopefully-learned.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Raynettetasha/532477682/hard-lesson-hopefully-learned.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Sep 2006 19:52:05 GMT</pubDate><description>I have come to learn that if your interested in a relationship then you
need to take things at a moderate pace when starting to go out with a
new person. Since I am looking for a relationship I do admit I am
vulnerable and weak. I have read to much into actions executed too
early in the relationship. This only leads to more complications a few
days later. What can I say my ID took over but now my SUPEREGO is
kicking my ass. I feel like an ass, but only because it's my fault. The
male has done no wrong but take what I have willingly offered. Ugh.....
I hope I have learned my lesson. Now I take a step back and try to make
myself compose and cool. It's hard making ones skin thick when deep
down I sit and shiver. &lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Raynettetasha/532477682/hard-lesson-hopefully-learned.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, September 07, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Raynettetasha/526762577/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Raynettetasha/526762577/item.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Sep 2006 02:24:56 GMT</pubDate><description>Life is a movie with many climaxes and not always a happy ending. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want to meet a great guy. I want to be in love. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
added on 9/30&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I want to continue working on making me a better person. Boy and love ( they can wait, cause I'm no longer)&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Raynettetasha/526762577/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, April 17, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Raynettetasha/473294518/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Raynettetasha/473294518/item.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2006 03:09:58 GMT</pubDate><description>i met a boy&lt;br&gt;
he was not coy&lt;br&gt;
i thought he could possibly be my new fav toy.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
we talked for a few&lt;br&gt;
and chilled like stew&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
marinating in our conversating&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
.... he he he.... &lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Raynettetasha/473294518/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Reflection on horoscopes</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Raynettetasha/473146798/reflection-on-horoscopes.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Raynettetasha/473146798/reflection-on-horoscopes.html</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Apr 2006 20:19:37 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;My horoscope for today:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You go straight to the heart of the matter. You
discard all the unnecessary clutter, peel away any obscuring layers and
contemplate the thing itself. What do you see? It could surprise you --
maybe what you thought what you were looking at (or for) is something
else entirely. It's a possibility, anyhow. And it could turn out that
there are still a few layers to penetrate. All in good time, dearie,
all in good time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I am a believer of horoscopes. Sometimes there like
words of&amp;nbsp; inspiration/wisdom. If something gives me that, whether
or not it's a fact or not, I'm going to take it and learn/ be
inspired&amp;nbsp;from it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;If you read your horoscope and you can apply it to a
current situation in your life, then there you go. It's advice without
even asking for it. It's an&amp;nbsp;objective (semi) point of view. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Raynettetasha/473146798/reflection-on-horoscopes.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sitting here at work</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Raynettetasha/462174351/sitting-here-at-work.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Raynettetasha/462174351/sitting-here-at-work.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Mar 2006 21:36:58 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;span style="font-family: andale mono;"&gt;I'm here at work, and I've got bunch to do. But can't do them cause our
ticketing system is being fixed and updated so I can't do anything.
Funny isn't it. So I'll tell you a story, a true life story, about
this past weekend. I went to visit my mom in havesu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: andale mono;"&gt;
&lt;br style="font-family: andale mono;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: andale mono;"&gt;
I learned a lot when I was there, about myself and about my family.
Funny how that happens. Well this story could be a 500+ page novel with
the font size of 5 but I'm just gonna give a little one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: andale mono;"&gt;
&lt;br style="font-family: andale mono;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: andale mono;"&gt;
I went to havesu with my Auntie Fran, Auntie Suzette&amp;nbsp; and my good friend Dee.I drove us back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: andale mono;"&gt;
&lt;br style="font-family: andale mono;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: andale mono;"&gt;
-backstory-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: andale mono;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: andale mono;"&gt;
Crazy aunt does drugs and is loud and obnoxious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: andale mono;"&gt;
&lt;br style="font-family: andale mono;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: andale mono;"&gt;
-Back to story-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: andale mono;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: andale mono;"&gt;
I dealed with it the whole weekend. On the way back home I&amp;nbsp; just
had enough. I asked her to not yell in my ear while I was driving. Her
response was not pleasant, so she just kept being obnoxious and rude.
Short story, shorter, I told her to shut the fuck up, we exchanged bad
words, she smacked my mouth and tried to choke me while I was driving ,
I hit her back and&amp;nbsp; bit her hand (that was trying to choke me) so
hard there was blood in my mouth and everywhere in my Auntie Frans car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: andale mono;"&gt;
&lt;br style="font-family: andale mono;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: andale mono;"&gt;
so now I'm sitting here at work and the cut on my upper lip that stings whenever I eat or drink anything. Damn my crazy auntie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: andale mono;"&gt;
&lt;br style="font-family: andale mono;"&gt;
&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Raynettetasha/462174351/sitting-here-at-work.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Some poems and...</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Raynettetasha/462141055/some-poems-and.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Raynettetasha/462141055/some-poems-and.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Mar 2006 20:18:40 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" size="3"&gt;1.&lt;br&gt;
Dancing images in my mind fly by with no recolection,&lt;br&gt;
My smiles reach the highest point of no return.&lt;br&gt;
Lingering reflections in my subconscious trickle crudely un-invited.&lt;br&gt;
My current being becomes doubt.&lt;br&gt;
Imaginary dreams compel my soul and drive me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
2.&lt;br&gt;
There is no weight to anything you say or do.&lt;br&gt;
Your words float on by on an open sea.&lt;br&gt;
Your cries are not wet and &lt;br&gt;
your sorries never meet my heart.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
3.&lt;br&gt;
Time will tell&lt;br&gt;
if our feelings are real&lt;br&gt;
if our wants are desires&lt;br&gt;
if our hearts can mend&lt;br&gt;
if our love is infatuation&lt;br&gt;
if our words have weight&lt;br&gt;
if we can handle anything&lt;br&gt;
if were meant to be&lt;br&gt;
if our time has passed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
4.&lt;br&gt;
I never know where I'm going.&lt;br&gt;
I have trouble choosing where to begin.&lt;br&gt;
I don't remember how I got here.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
5.&lt;br&gt;
Someone to no one &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Someone tastes&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; no one swallows&lt;br&gt;
someone falls&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; no one catches&lt;br&gt;
someone wants&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; no one needs&lt;br&gt;
someone looks&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; no one sees&lt;br&gt;
someone touches&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; no one feels&lt;br&gt;
someone cries&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; no one hears&lt;br&gt;
someone talks&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; no one hears&lt;br&gt;
someone changed&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; no ones changed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
6.&lt;br&gt;
The beat bumps, skips and then repeats a never ending off beat.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
From todays trip to work:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
7.&lt;br&gt;
I never got the chance to show you my world was right. You tasted a sample but didn't swim in the life. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
8.&lt;br&gt;
These boys&lt;br&gt;
they come and go&lt;br&gt;
to hide the pain I feel inside&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
These boys &lt;br&gt;
they amuse my time&lt;br&gt;
but nothings real like you and I&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
These boys&lt;br&gt;
there fun&lt;br&gt;
I will not lie&lt;br&gt;
but none of them would stay by my side&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
These boys&lt;br&gt;
I do give them a try&lt;br&gt;
but none are good enough to stay on this ride.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
These boys &lt;br&gt;
I'll let amuse my time&lt;br&gt;
till you are ready&lt;br&gt;
to be with me with pride.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
9. (inspired from one of Charles Bukowskis poems)&lt;br&gt;
I can hear my waiting laughter,&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; it sounds so sweet and real.&lt;br&gt;
I feel my waiting happiness,&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; it feels inviting and warm.&lt;br&gt;
I see my waiting future,&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; it looks bright and promising.&lt;br&gt;
I stand here in today,&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and know I've got a long time to wait. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
10.&lt;br&gt;
Hey you &lt;br&gt;
you'll do for now&lt;br&gt;
come spoon me in the night&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Hey you &lt;br&gt;
you'll do for now &lt;br&gt;
come fuck me just right&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Hey you &lt;br&gt;
you'll do for now&lt;br&gt;
come hold me and tell me everythings alright&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Hey you &lt;br&gt;
you'll do for now&lt;br&gt;
come talk to me to fill my time&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Hey you &lt;br&gt;
you'll do for now&lt;br&gt;
come walk with me on this road&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Hey you&lt;br&gt;
you'll do for now&lt;br&gt;
come hurt me until I know&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Hey you &lt;br&gt;
you'll do for now &lt;br&gt;
come here &lt;br&gt;
and amuse me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
11.&lt;br&gt;
I notice your backs towords me, but I still see your face, so i'll sit here and wait.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
12.&lt;br&gt;
Unspoken words&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
when
will.....&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; you and I.....&lt;br&gt;
will we.....&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; if we......&lt;br&gt;
how can.....&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; we will.....&lt;br&gt;
it'll never happen.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; someday.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
13.&lt;br&gt;
love&lt;br&gt;
its shit&lt;br&gt;
it makes you sad&lt;br&gt;
and then you cry&lt;br&gt;
which brings lonliness&lt;br&gt;
to do stupid things&lt;br&gt;
then time passes&lt;br&gt;
those feelings &lt;br&gt;
gone&lt;br&gt;
on to another person.&lt;/font&gt;
























&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Raynettetasha/462141055/some-poems-and.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, March 14, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Raynettetasha/457724589/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Raynettetasha/457724589/item.html</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Mar 2006 23:18:05 GMT</pubDate><description>Standing in my isolated threshold&lt;br&gt;
I see no point of return&lt;br&gt;
I back track the journey to my current surroundings and conclude that I am alone.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
The walls of my past rise more each day.&lt;br&gt;
I close my eyes and dream them down.&lt;br&gt;
The ignorance of bliss and narrow mindedness flows through my eyes and
mind breaking down the walls of my past's future one blink at a time. &lt;br&gt;
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