<?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-8789498967923878722</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:26:28.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To My World</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm hoping to have fun with this blog as well as vent every once in a while.  I want this to be a forum where I can talk about every topic in the world, from politics to fashion.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-5656485642954445668</id><published>2012-02-13T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T20:32:38.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: X-Tasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MV-A2NeT8zM/TznhCjRSHfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ghJp4UZO2yA/s1600/valentines-day-wallpapers-15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MV-A2NeT8zM/TznhCjRSHfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ghJp4UZO2yA/s200/valentines-day-wallpapers-15.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The thing about u is... U've done so much without even trying.&amp;nbsp; When I met u, honestly, I thought U'd be another notch in the headboard... Another mission accomplished.&amp;nbsp; I never knew U'd take me THERE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this point of no return... Everyday I wake up... mentally its a new experience, a new lesson, a new adventure.&amp;nbsp; I'm not tryna stop.&amp;nbsp; Not just yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentally... U take me THERE!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U take me to new heights without even knowing it, effortlessly, without ever trying.&amp;nbsp; I wasn't expecting U... I wasn't expecting THIS... I wasn't expecting US...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank U. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank U for breathing that fresh breath into my&amp;nbsp;damaged existence.&amp;nbsp; Thank U for appearing at that exact point I decided to give up.&amp;nbsp; Thank U for U.&amp;nbsp; Thank U for new ME.&amp;nbsp; Thank U for US...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-Tasy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-5656485642954445668?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/5656485642954445668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=5656485642954445668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/5656485642954445668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/5656485642954445668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2012/02/memoirs-of-socialite-x-tasy.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: X-Tasy'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MV-A2NeT8zM/TznhCjRSHfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ghJp4UZO2yA/s72-c/valentines-day-wallpapers-15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-2382358226823668920</id><published>2011-12-01T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T21:36:24.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: L.O.V.E.</title><content type='html'>The strange thing about love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like that Abusive spouse.&amp;nbsp; No matter how much we're hurt by it... No matter much it makes us cry, we still keep running back to it.&amp;nbsp; Y? Y exactly is this one thing so important?&amp;nbsp; Y is the need for love or the need to BE LOVED so important that we're willing to do just about anything to get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is my drug of choice I guess.&amp;nbsp; Its like the closer I get to it the more I want it.&amp;nbsp; It makes me SWEAT... I start to SHAKIN. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been LOVED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever LOVED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its those little glimpses of what could be... those little samples of what Love could feel like that bring me back.&amp;nbsp; A while back I swore off Love.&amp;nbsp; I wanted nothing else to do with it.&amp;nbsp; I was FED UP!&amp;nbsp; Not anymore.&amp;nbsp; I'm on my LL Cool J right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real Love tho.&amp;nbsp; Not that fake stuff u find lurking around the corners.&amp;nbsp; I'm wanting forever.&amp;nbsp; I'm talking exchanging rings &amp;amp; last names.&amp;nbsp; That's what I'm on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are u ready for that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-2382358226823668920?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2382358226823668920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=2382358226823668920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/2382358226823668920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/2382358226823668920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2011/12/memoirs-of-socialite-love.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: L.O.V.E.'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-7863923287682882982</id><published>2011-11-13T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T22:06:31.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: Hey Young World</title><content type='html'>I'm in a good place.&amp;nbsp; LOOK OUT WORLD!!! I'm BACK....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I needed was a swift kick in the ass to get me back on my GRIND.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank U WORLD... for not letting me give up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had to kiss a couple frogs on my way, but I definitely am on my way to find what I've always wanted.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Young World...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta new attitude.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta new outlook.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta new support.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta new drive.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Urban Socialite Curry 7.0 (new &amp;amp; improved)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-7863923287682882982?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/7863923287682882982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=7863923287682882982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/7863923287682882982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/7863923287682882982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2011/11/memoirs-of-socialite-hey-young-world.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: Hey Young World'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-3763147373542423238</id><published>2011-11-07T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T21:02:42.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: Please Excuse my Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vo0nbzR5meE/Tri0nrzeYKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TQzwyO2JFLU/s1600/broken-heart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vo0nbzR5meE/Tri0nrzeYKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TQzwyO2JFLU/s1600/broken-heart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Please excuse my tears.&amp;nbsp; I didn't mean to be emotional.&amp;nbsp; I meant to be a 6'4" ROCK.&amp;nbsp; I meant to be an emotionless vessel. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally my feelings are tucked so far away... Or are they?&amp;nbsp; Cuz if they were How is it possible to constantly be hurt the way I am?&amp;nbsp; How is it possible to be constantly let down like I am?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to do a better job of guarding ME...&amp;nbsp; But if I do that then am I being fair to who or whatever's next?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused.&amp;nbsp; I don't get it... And I'm tired of trying to make sense of it all. &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-3763147373542423238?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/3763147373542423238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=3763147373542423238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/3763147373542423238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/3763147373542423238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2011/11/memoirs-of-socialite-please-excuse-my.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: Please Excuse my Tears'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vo0nbzR5meE/Tri0nrzeYKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TQzwyO2JFLU/s72-c/broken-heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-27663039340175506</id><published>2011-11-06T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T17:45:38.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: God do u forgive ME?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I9osAYV6jCo/TrczAiVwuEI/AAAAAAAAAI4/g8K0ydNw54g/s1600/god-detail2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="166" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I9osAYV6jCo/TrczAiVwuEI/AAAAAAAAAI4/g8K0ydNw54g/s200/god-detail2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;U ever feel so caught up in ur own life that u forget u aren't alone? Its crazy cuz I was always taught to trust God on Everything.... BIGG and small.&amp;nbsp; But when I got into a situation I was so convinced that I was alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I was wrong.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God do u forgive ME?&amp;nbsp; Forgive me for almost turning my back on U completely?&amp;nbsp; Forgive me for losing sleep worrying about the things I turned over to u.... The same things I said I put in ur hand.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God u showed me the type of God I really serve.&amp;nbsp; All i can do is say I'm Sorry and it will never happen again.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God do u Forgive ME?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-27663039340175506?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/27663039340175506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=27663039340175506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/27663039340175506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/27663039340175506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2011/11/memoirs-of-socialite-god-do-u-forgive.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: God do u forgive ME?'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I9osAYV6jCo/TrczAiVwuEI/AAAAAAAAAI4/g8K0ydNw54g/s72-c/god-detail2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-1641589673346152662</id><published>2011-07-08T15:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T15:03:51.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: Green Grass</title><content type='html'>The grass always looks GREENER on the other side cuz its Fertilized in BULL SHIT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-1641589673346152662?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/1641589673346152662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=1641589673346152662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/1641589673346152662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/1641589673346152662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2011/07/memoirs-of-socialite-green-grass.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: Green Grass'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-6194125301649922533</id><published>2011-07-08T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T15:01:35.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: Fighting a losing BATTLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Have u ever been at ur wits end?  At that point where ur just ready to throw in the towel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where do U go from there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's ur next move?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ur in a situation that U just knew would work out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RIGHT???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the Love Game (more like the "Love Battle").  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its like.... U fight this fight with all ur MIGHT.  U give EVERYTHING U HAVE, Ur Absolute ALL... and still Nothin!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y do I feel like I'm fighting for something that should already be MINE???  Could it be that "Real Love" isn't quite REAL at all?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is a LOSING GAME.  At least that's what Amy said.  But what does she know?  And ain't she a CRACKHEAD anyway???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continue to fight or Bow our Gracefully???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TO BE CONTINUED...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-6194125301649922533?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6194125301649922533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=6194125301649922533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/6194125301649922533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/6194125301649922533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2011/07/memoirs-of-socialite-fighting-losing.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: Fighting a losing BATTLE'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-3893800596939943521</id><published>2011-04-27T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T19:20:30.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: Tears on a Blackberry...</title><content type='html'>For the last week I think I've cried more than I have in my entire adult life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of cryin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of feelin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just tired of being sad. I've never been a sad person. I'm usually pretty upbeat. But I can't shake this one. I wear these feelings like a cloak on my back it seems. My permanent garb of shame. Either way these feelings weigh me down like a sack of stone. If I can muster up a smile, its filled with heartache and pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SAD y'all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I cry one more time today I'm gonna pull out my hair. I hate this. I wanna go back to never feelin a thing. I wanna be cold and cruel again. I want that... Can I get that please? I mean whats the point of emotions anyway? THEY HURT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think my Blackberry can take too many more days like THIS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-3893800596939943521?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/3893800596939943521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=3893800596939943521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/3893800596939943521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/3893800596939943521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2011/04/memoirs-of-socialite-tears-on.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: Tears on a Blackberry...'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-1808310493765278756</id><published>2011-03-28T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T17:40:41.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: Thinkin......</title><content type='html'>OH GOD!!! My thoughts won't leave me alone. I have some many thoughts and idea just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;floatin&lt;/span&gt; around in my head. I need to take a vacation from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thinkin&lt;/span&gt;. U ever have one of those days where u can't really make heads or tales of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; thoughts. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; how I feel. My mind i one big &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;heap&lt;/span&gt; of jumbled MUSH. I'M GONNA GO CRAZY &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TRYNA&lt;/span&gt; FIGURE THIS SHIT OUT!!! I think if I just had a day to it down and figure stuff out it wouldn't be so bad. But between &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;workin&lt;/span&gt; slave hours, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;finishin&lt;/span&gt; this LAST CLASS, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;spendin&lt;/span&gt; time with the family, and all without &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;neglectin&lt;/span&gt; the BOO. If that ain't a full plate I don't know what is. But &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; life.... At least &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what I'm told.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-1808310493765278756?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/1808310493765278756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=1808310493765278756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/1808310493765278756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/1808310493765278756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2011/03/memoirs-of-socialite-thinkin.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: Thinkin......'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-498872387698077412</id><published>2011-03-26T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T16:42:07.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: My Moment of Truth.....</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here readin. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;READIN&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;THINKIN&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;THINKIN&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;READIN&lt;/span&gt;. I've said some pretty strong stuff on this blog. Its a wonder I haven't been called out and challenged for my words. I mean &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;DAMN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy thing about what I talk about is.... Its all random. Each post started out as a random though or idea that kinda grew from there. Dispite what some people think I never set out to hurt or offend anyone with my words. I really just wanted to get these crazy thoughts out my head. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;THAT IS ALL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's the thing. I'm not sorry. I'm not sorry for anything that I've ever voiced.... Anything I've every shared. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm GROWN!!!&lt;/span&gt; I have an opinion and unlike others I've not gonna allow other people to silence me. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;OUT HELL NO!!!&lt;/span&gt; Its just not happening. I can't allow folks to control me. Not at almost 30 y/0. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'M NOT GOIN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So I say all this to say.... Anyone out there that reads my blog and finds themselves offended or hurt by any of my words.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;FIND ANOTHER BLOG!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm not changing. I'm not backing down.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;AND I COULD REALLY GIVE A GOOD FLYING FUCK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-498872387698077412?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/498872387698077412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=498872387698077412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/498872387698077412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/498872387698077412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2011/03/memoirs-of-socialite-my-moment-of-truth.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: My Moment of Truth.....'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-900039040203156093</id><published>2011-03-08T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T15:32:38.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: I been gone for a Minute....</title><content type='html'>So its been a while.  Did u miss me?  I know I missed u.  I missed tellin u all my deepest darkest secrets.  I missed havin someone to vent to.  I missed havin someone to celebrate with..... But I'm back.  And I promise I'll never leave u this long again.  SCOUTS HONOR (tho I was never a scout).  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what u wanna talk about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-900039040203156093?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/900039040203156093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=900039040203156093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/900039040203156093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/900039040203156093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2011/03/memoirs-of-socialite-i-been-gone-for.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: I been gone for a Minute....'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-5137925819223759563</id><published>2010-11-26T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T04:15:46.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: My Forbidden Fruit part III...</title><content type='html'>Dear Forbidden Fruit......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank U!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-5137925819223759563?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/5137925819223759563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=5137925819223759563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/5137925819223759563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/5137925819223759563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/11/memoirs-of-socialite-my-forbidden-fruit.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: My Forbidden Fruit part III...'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-2010760970569641254</id><published>2010-11-19T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T05:34:03.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: God Hates Fags pt II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/TOZ8bDY8trI/AAAAAAAAAIo/V7LRoStoVWE/s1600/ghf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 227px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541253195734234802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/TOZ8bDY8trI/AAAAAAAAAIo/V7LRoStoVWE/s320/ghf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's the thing..... I love a BOLD BITCH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone that speaks their mind and just deals with the consequences. What I hate tho is a Anonymous Pussy. U know the ones. They got a lot to say but their message is usually delivered thru an unrecognisable phone number or fake email address. Those are the ones that bother me. I mean U got SOOOOO much to say but ur hiding behind this false identity? How serious can I take this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its crazy cuz in 2010 at almost 30 y/o (damn..... I'm gettin old) people still wanna play this game with me. I'm a pretty direct person, who loves someone to be as direct with me. Ur threats and warnings fall on deaf ears when U can't identify urself and stand behind them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Anonymous Pussy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop textin my phone. When u get heart enough to actually have an ADULT CONVERSATION hit me up. Call me too.... Don't text. A call just shows more courage. Until then GROW THE FUCK UP. Ur not worth my FREE NIGHTS &amp;amp; WEEKENDS or my UNLIMITED TEXT plan. lol. Lonely ass playin on my phone cuz U can't buy a damn friend..... That Is All!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-2010760970569641254?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2010760970569641254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=2010760970569641254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/2010760970569641254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/2010760970569641254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/11/memoirs-of-socialite-god-hates-fags-pt.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: God Hates Fags pt II'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/TOZ8bDY8trI/AAAAAAAAAIo/V7LRoStoVWE/s72-c/ghf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-8133519291290014925</id><published>2010-10-25T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T18:55:47.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: My Forbidden Fruit part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/TMYns9H7cHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/uoz4KNMwegA/s1600/forbidden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532152845546778738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/TMYns9H7cHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/uoz4KNMwegA/s320/forbidden.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't wanna write that... But I did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't wanna think that... But I was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still probably shouldn't be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;feelin&lt;/span&gt; this... But I am (still).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just can't help it.  I been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tryin&lt;/span&gt; to fight this but the more I fight the more I feel.  DAMN!!!  How long can I go on ignoring how I feel?  How long can I go on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;playin&lt;/span&gt; the role?  DAMN!!!  Got me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sittin&lt;/span&gt; up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dreamin&lt;/span&gt; love poems like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; around me I get this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;feelin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind draws a blank&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knees start to shake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then my heart starts to race&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;feelin&lt;/span&gt; like I lost control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hands get a little cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get nervous inside and out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have these &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;feelins&lt;/span&gt; I can't figure out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These butterflies inside of me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;flutterin&lt;/span&gt; all throughout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just when u think they're gone for good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They try to come out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sumthin&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; ways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's y U got me like you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way you seem to make me feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess that's y I like you like I do......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ummmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;........................................ What the HELL are u doing to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-8133519291290014925?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8133519291290014925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=8133519291290014925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/8133519291290014925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/8133519291290014925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/10/memoirs-of-socialite-my-forbidden-fruit.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: My Forbidden Fruit part II'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/TMYns9H7cHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/uoz4KNMwegA/s72-c/forbidden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-4304263907989286682</id><published>2010-10-22T22:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T23:29:16.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: God Hates Fags..... (&amp; so do I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/TMJy21jftUI/AAAAAAAAAIY/sI2SfMu17A8/s1600/ghf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 231px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531109578778850626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/TMJy21jftUI/AAAAAAAAAIY/sI2SfMu17A8/s320/ghf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm sure I'm gonna catch a lot of flack for what I'm about to write.  I'm sure there are gonna be those out there that disagree.... This post has been in the works for quite some time but I wasn't sure if I should even go thru it or not..... But whats the point of a BLOG if u cant be free to express ur own opinions? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD HATES FAGS..... I'm sure when u hear this line u get the image of "Uber-Christians" picketing outside of  some LGBT event.... But this isn't that.  This is directed to the FAGS not the GAYS (and yes there is a difference).  The gays are just same sex loving people looking for some type of equality (SN:  in 2010 its sad they haven't found what they are looking for).  I mean these are just normal people: Doctors, Lawyers, Police Officers, Actors...... etc.  The FAGS on the other hand are HATERS.  They lie, cheat, talk behind ur back.  Cowards if u will.  A FAG lives for the drama.... They intentionally go out and start as much shit as possible, and sit back and watch the mess they've created.  I'm sure if we all think hard enough we know some FAGS.  FAGS want to hurt u.  They want to tear down every person they come across.  Be it fueled but jealousy or stupidity, the FAGS are out there.  Its crazy to me tho..... that a community like the LGBT would be so divided when they are already facing so much.....  But hey, U can't tell a FAG SHIT cuz they're dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come across some MESSY FAGS in my time.  The ones that kinda sit back and talk shit about u just because.  Recently while out with some friends..... My BFF/Wifey Evonne overheard a FAG talkin about me.   He didn't even know me.  Wouldn't know my last name if it wasn't for FB..... But he was running his mouth anyway.... But y?  Honestly, because I wasn't interested in dating him.  Come on now, ur gonna try to run my name in the mud cuz I'm just not that into U(SN: he was very UGLY)?  Get over it MESSY FAG.  Once in a while u'll have to deal with the reality that people aren't gonna always like u.  Get over it and move on.... DAMN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyber Bully:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to think that FB and other social networks are the FAGS Best Friend.  They spew their hate all over pages and status updates.  The other day a WELL KNOWN MESSY FAG attempted to start a fight over the Internet just because he was bored.  FAG get a life.  While u sit ur lonely ass around tryna get shit jumpin off on the computer people are out livin their lives.  Redirect some of that boredom..... read a book, better yet FILL OUT A JOB APPLICATION.  I just don't get it.  U spend time and energy hatin on somebody that's not even thinkin about u.  DUH!!!   Who fights over the computer anyway?  Get a LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homie Smasher:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one cracks me up..... Anyone that follows my Blog knows that I've been single for a minute (SN: by choice).  I've met some really cool people along the way..... One in particular, HEY BOO!!!  Anyway... so this dating scene is really cut throat these days.  Folks just runnin around fuckin EVERYBODY.  So it seems that every time I might be interested in someone they turn around a FUCK one of my friends.  I can't blame my friends cuz they don't know.  I'mma trying sumthin new with dating.... Keepin it a Secret for a while... lol.  But yeah, these folks keep SMASHIN my HOMIES.  Come on now.  U think I'm not gonna know?  And its so STUPID cuz its happened at least 5 times this year.  LMAO &amp;amp; SMDH at the same time.  Who fucks in a circle?  Y would u bone my buddy when so many other willing folk out there?  I just don't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is gonna be an on going story so be on the look out for part 2.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-4304263907989286682?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4304263907989286682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=4304263907989286682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/4304263907989286682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/4304263907989286682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/10/memoirs-of-socialite-god-hates-fags-so.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: God Hates Fags..... (&amp; so do I)'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/TMJy21jftUI/AAAAAAAAAIY/sI2SfMu17A8/s72-c/ghf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-4844161639642068893</id><published>2010-10-22T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T22:18:03.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink: Stop Falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-W1bRXDSRDI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-W1bRXDSRDI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-4844161639642068893?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4844161639642068893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=4844161639642068893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/4844161639642068893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/4844161639642068893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/10/pink-stop-falling.html' title='Pink: Stop Falling'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-4707961818343131311</id><published>2010-10-13T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T22:04:42.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Blog: Too HOT for TV!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt; it.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt; Him.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt; what happened.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt; what we were.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt; what we could have been.  Fuck what happened.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; U!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-4707961818343131311?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4707961818343131311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=4707961818343131311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/4707961818343131311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/4707961818343131311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/10/mini-blog-too-hot-for-tv.html' title='Mini Blog: Too HOT for TV!!!'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-1304084483849896819</id><published>2010-09-26T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T23:34:06.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: Dating in 2010 (a comedy)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/TJ_MlzX942I/AAAAAAAAAII/L6HMtaKDo08/s1600/nolove.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 104px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 104px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521356617997476706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/TJ_MlzX942I/AAAAAAAAAII/L6HMtaKDo08/s320/nolove.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dating: Where do I start?  Dating this year has been the most trying, some times funny, draining experience of my life.  I have been through so many different situations in this one year alone.  But I've learned a lot.  I've made some really good friends along the way.  Haven't made any love connections yet.  Hell I haven't even had any GOOD SEX!!!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. But I've experienced certain things I'll probably carry with me FOREVER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying:  One of the most irritating parts of dating is people not understanding what "dating" really is.  I use the word dating for lack of a better term.  But when I say dating, I'm talking the getting to know u stage.  Hanging out ONCE IN A WHILE.  TALKING on the phone.  NO COMMITMENTS.  Freedom to meet really.  The thing that seems to happen to me almost EVERY TIME is the "Instant Attachment."  Like after the first date we are automatically a couple.  Excuse me, What?  How does that work exactly?  U don't even know my last name, well unless &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; one of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FaceBook&lt;/span&gt; or Twitter fans.  U have NO clue who I am, what I do, or stand for.  I mean I'm just looking to MEET people, not fall in love at first DATE.  Talking on the phone is another crazy one.  When did we get so WRAPPED up in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cyber&lt;/span&gt; space or speed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; that we can't pick up the phone and talk.  And if we do actually talk, REALLY with that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt; silence?  Come on now.  I gotta pay that tab on the date and hold the WHOLE conversation myself?  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SMDH&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Funny: Now I'm not gonna go into details &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I know I've hung out with a few people that read my blog and I don't wanna put up with a lot of angry text or inbox messages.  But I will say this, Y'all are funny.  FYI: "Cute insults" on a date as a way to break the ice..... NOT FUNNY.  What is funny is u all sitting around wondering y we didn't work.  Another funny one...... Inviting me out on a date and telling me not only am I picking u up but I gotta plan the whole date.  I could take myself out on a date with all this WORK.  This is so funny to me.  U know u wanna go out.  U know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; interested in me.  But u want me to put in any work?  What are u gonna be doing?  BTW: If we go out on a first and second date, don't wear the same thing both times.  I pay attention to EVERYTHING!!! I notice it all.  I don't judge but I want u to be able to keep up.  Fashion is important to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draining: How many text messages do u have to send?  How many phone calls do u have to place?  How many &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;voicemails&lt;/span&gt; do I have to delete?  I mean..... when do u say when?  Throw in the damn towel already.  I get so fed up with people wanting to pressure me into something I didn't ask for in the first place.  We are all adults here so I can speak freely..... A ONE NIGHT STAND is not grounds to build a healthy relationship.  Its just what it say "ONE NIGHT STAND" (FYI: I'm celibate, this is just an example).  To go further with this.... There is no written rule that says I have to like u &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; u like me.  Whats the point of being single if I have to jump at the first thing that approaches?  Y can't we just be friends and then see where that leads us? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating in 2010: A good friend of mine likes to call me popular all the time.  He says "Everyone wants some Jason."  But in reality, when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; done with all that..... all I want is a meaningful relationship.  I want a partner to build, experience, and grow with.  I mean I'm not getting any younger and eventually my social light will fade away.  When that time comes it would great to have that ONE to settle down.  I would love to close the "Memoirs of a Socialite" chapter of my life and start living out the "Happily Ever After" part of the story.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-1304084483849896819?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/1304084483849896819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=1304084483849896819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/1304084483849896819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/1304084483849896819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/09/memoirs-of-socialite-dating-in-2010.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: Dating in 2010 (a comedy)'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/TJ_MlzX942I/AAAAAAAAAII/L6HMtaKDo08/s72-c/nolove.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-2341953986812030851</id><published>2010-09-19T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T21:04:37.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: My Forbidden Fruit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/TJbSzaNXi3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/UCJPqmvLXqk/s1600/forbidden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 275px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518830174039673714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/TJbSzaNXi3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/UCJPqmvLXqk/s320/forbidden.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shouldn't be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;writin&lt;/span&gt; this... But I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shouldn't be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thinkin&lt;/span&gt; this... But I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shouldn't be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;feelin&lt;/span&gt; this... But I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't help it. I've always been a rebel at heart. I've always been the kid that did what he was told not to. Or did what others said he couldn't. I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sittin&lt;/span&gt; here and I can't help but to think about U. I can't stop it. I try to ignore it.... That doesn't work. I don't know how to control it, at least not yet. I gotta admit.... some times I feel WEAK for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;feelin&lt;/span&gt; this way about u. Its beyond me... I can't control it... Or force it to be, U know, what I want it to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what do I do with this? What do I say about this? Do I even tell u what I'm REALLY &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FEELIN&lt;/span&gt;? Or do I keep on like I been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keepin&lt;/span&gt; to myself with all this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt; on in my head? I need a Drink.... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sumthin&lt;/span&gt; to take the edge off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The funniest part of all this is that I have all these people fighting to get to know me. But I can't get u out me head.... DAMN that Forbidden Fruit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-2341953986812030851?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2341953986812030851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=2341953986812030851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/2341953986812030851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/2341953986812030851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/09/memoirs-of-socialite-my-forbidden-fruit.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: My Forbidden Fruit'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/TJbSzaNXi3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/UCJPqmvLXqk/s72-c/forbidden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-8404876223521898090</id><published>2010-09-19T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T19:53:20.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Blog: Sorry World!!!</title><content type='html'>OK Blog world..... I need to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;apologize&lt;/span&gt; to u.  I'm been M.I.A. on u for far too long.  My last post was a month ago.  Well I'm back with more stories of life, love, and all that other FOOLISHNESS.  New "Socialite" post coming soon.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-8404876223521898090?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8404876223521898090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=8404876223521898090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/8404876223521898090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/8404876223521898090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/09/mini-blog-sorry-world.html' title='Mini Blog: Sorry World!!!'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-4848980669242500597</id><published>2010-08-18T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T14:23:44.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Blog: Tha Definition of a Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/TGyIeMlKVAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_uXTLAbS1ew/s1600/MotherFucker-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 252px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 153px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506926496721818626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/TGyIeMlKVAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_uXTLAbS1ew/s320/MotherFucker-l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be considered a father, u would have to do more than u did. All u did is had sex with my mother.... That just makes u a MOTHER FUCKER!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now run tell him I said that.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-4848980669242500597?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4848980669242500597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=4848980669242500597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/4848980669242500597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/4848980669242500597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/08/mini-blog-tha-definition-of-father.html' title='Mini Blog: Tha Definition of a Father'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/TGyIeMlKVAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_uXTLAbS1ew/s72-c/MotherFucker-l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-2600030533162993332</id><published>2010-08-14T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T19:26:27.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: A Letter 2 "Daddy"</title><content type='html'>Dear "Daddy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think that I've turned out a pretty successful young man. I have an education, great job, friends that love me, and a one on one relationship with God. It bothers me tho. Like I wonder y didn't u help me in any of that? Now I know when u talk to all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; friends and family and u tell them how well I'm doing U feel like it was all u...... WHAT PART DID U PLAY? I mean really. Since I can remember Its been Me, My Sister, and My Mom. Us against the world (6810). That's all I've had. Y is that? What really happened that U felt it was best to throw us on the back burner while u live &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; life? I mean lets not sugar coat anything. How much time did u ever spend with me? Y didn't u ever teach me to throw a football? The little stuff. No woman should have to raise a MAN. But my mom had to. DAMN SHAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear "Daddy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I didn't have U? How different would my life be? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;...... Not by much I think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I never really had U to begin with. I mean U left my mom and set up shop else where. Now don't get me wrong, I gotta GREAT Brother and Sister (HEY TWIN!) out the deal. But I mean how much was damaged? How much was Sacrificed to get u what u wanted at the moment? Did u ever think about the outcome? Or were u just too busy living &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; life? Come on.... Tell me. I can take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear "Daddy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u ever think about me? Do u care about me? Did u ever care about me? I mean I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; first BOY. Did u forget me yet? I think u did. I mean to not know my birthday (that hasn't changed in the last 28 years). Come on now. I know u say u know it. But I was there when U called Beth a couple days before to check to make sure u hadn't missed it. I DARE U TO SAY I'M LYING ABOUT THAT. I DARE U!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear "Daddy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In almost 28 years do u even know me? If someone came up and asked u about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tha&lt;/span&gt; Urban Socialite would u have any idea what they were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;talkin&lt;/span&gt; about? Kinda sad. U know I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;laughin&lt;/span&gt; the other day &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thinkin&lt;/span&gt; about Patrice. Her and Eddy have been married about 5 years now and SHE knows WAY MORE about me then U ever would. Ain't that sad? Too bad if u ask me. Even more..... Do I know U? HELL NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear "Daddy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know nothing about u. That's so sad to be of the same family and at the same time perfect strangers. What do I know about u other than &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; name? I've always asked myself, if someone called me and told me u passed away how would I react? Honestly I can't say that I would shed a tear. The only thing I could even think of to say is..... "Man! That's too bad." I should be able to come up with more than that for a parent, but I can't. U ever notice how &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt; it is when we are around each other? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; because I don't know u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; favorite color &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; favorite movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if u went to college&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now "Daddy" I don't want u to think I hate U. I don't. U know what I feel for u? HONESTLY? I feel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pitty&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pitty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; U missed out on an opportunity to get to know a GREAT GUY u helped create.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-2600030533162993332?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2600030533162993332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=2600030533162993332' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/2600030533162993332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/2600030533162993332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/08/memoirs-of-socialite-letter-2-daddy.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: A Letter 2 &quot;Daddy&quot;'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-4682029217162069325</id><published>2010-08-05T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T18:10:10.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: 09-19-2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/TFtgxQlP6DI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Q4hx1VPAaps/s1600/memorylane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 221px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502097769144248370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/TFtgxQlP6DI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Q4hx1VPAaps/s320/memorylane.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK.... So Yeah I miss u. Like right now being on the phone with u I'm thinking about u. LOL! Crazy right? Ur not that bad of a person. And U've changed a lil bit. Its cute. I'm glad that we can be friends. Ur my Pineapple Express. Always will be. REMEMBER THAT DAMNIT!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah today I miss u. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TELL THE WORLD...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still remember The All White in the middle of the summer and that weird ass play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neatly folded clothes in the corner.... lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not gonna keep going. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-4682029217162069325?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4682029217162069325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=4682029217162069325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/4682029217162069325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/4682029217162069325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/08/memoirs-of-socialite-09-19-2008.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: 09-19-2008'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/TFtgxQlP6DI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Q4hx1VPAaps/s72-c/memorylane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-8345252602439078326</id><published>2010-08-02T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T19:07:58.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy Tales -  Anita Baker</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/A7vrDThlryU/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A7vrDThlryU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A7vrDThlryU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-8345252602439078326?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8345252602439078326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=8345252602439078326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/8345252602439078326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/8345252602439078326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/08/fairy-tales-anita-baker.html' title='Fairy Tales -  Anita Baker'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-4792680529251013223</id><published>2010-07-29T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T09:18:48.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: Who is Tha Urban Socialite?</title><content type='html'>U know a few weeks ago I had my 10 class reunion.  It was pretty funny because tho I looked similar to what I did Senior year.... I am a completely different person.  Back then That Jason's biggest life experience was maybe Prom Night.. Now Today's Jason is an Urban Socialite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does that mean exactly? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the Life of the Party instead of the wall flower I used to be.  I'm fun.  I'm a good time kinda guy. If u look &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; pictures of me I'm always &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;laughin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;havin&lt;/span&gt; a good time.  I'm a happy man.  I mean I REALLY am HAPPY.  This point of my life all I do is laugh.  Too many people take life too serious.  Lets take a minute and CUT IT OUT!!!  Relax Relate Release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tha&lt;/span&gt; Urban Socialite" Come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is DESTINY.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-4792680529251013223?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4792680529251013223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=4792680529251013223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/4792680529251013223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/4792680529251013223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/07/memoirs-of-socialite-who-is-tha-urban.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: Who is Tha Urban Socialite?'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-5163530804267704460</id><published>2010-07-28T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T20:54:51.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Blog: The Dating Game</title><content type='html'>Hi my name is Jason.  I'm a 27 year old single black male secure and happy with myself but life was meant for 2...  I enjoy long walks on the beach, candlelit dinners, traveling, and my dog.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right.  I enjoy Fine dinning, Credit scores above 720, Property owners, and Range Rovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI:  I'm really not placing a online dating ad, but I came across one that inspired all this.  Those things crack me up.  U know I don't really believe in online dating.... at least not for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-5163530804267704460?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/5163530804267704460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=5163530804267704460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/5163530804267704460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/5163530804267704460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/07/mini-blog-dating-game.html' title='Mini Blog: The Dating Game'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-2306418277291782601</id><published>2010-07-23T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T22:10:48.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: Who shot CUPID?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/TEp0kFY1NEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/0fGcK7n4ynI/s1600/cupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 322px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497334458429551682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/TEp0kFY1NEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/0fGcK7n4ynI/s400/cupid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Am I the only one that's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with not being in love? I mean what is love? And what the HELL is the big fuss over it? To the point that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt;in obsessing over it? I've been there and ITS OVERRATED!!! I think back and laugh about it now.... but then, this was a kinda of dying to me. Losing the one person I had TRULY loved, and still loved more than anything was unfathomable to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt; it.  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt; finding it, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt; questioning it, and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK &lt;/span&gt;obsessing over it. If we spent half the time investing in (and improving) ourselves as we do looking for love how much better would we be as people? I think back to a time when I was actually in love, that's all I thought about. I skipped class for love, left work early for love, missed important events..... LOVE TOOK OVER. What kinda life is that? My relationship went bad for all sorts of reasons, but not because I'm a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;screwup&lt;/span&gt;. I made LOVE the most important part of life..... I lost myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know when u read this I'm gonna sound Jaded and bitter. I not!!! I'm far from it. I'm Happy. I mean my life isn't perfect.... BUT ITS MINE. Its not consumed by other things. I'm living it instead of chasing after it... I mean a heart can be broken, but it still keeps beating just the same. Right? Its the only broken instrument that can still work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what am I saying? Heartbreaks? U can get over those. But can u really deal with the fact that u spent &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; life waiting for this one thing to find u, and in the mean time accomplish nothing? At some point or another life will break &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; heart, but u have the ability to mend it. U have the ability and right to live deliberately and joyfully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;U make these decision.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-2306418277291782601?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2306418277291782601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=2306418277291782601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/2306418277291782601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/2306418277291782601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/07/memoirs-of-socialite-who-shot-cupid.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: Who shot CUPID?'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/TEp0kFY1NEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/0fGcK7n4ynI/s72-c/cupid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-6187581342818679960</id><published>2010-07-16T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T22:51:40.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: Random ME!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/TEFExVzR-lI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1hSyCBoK8UA/s1600/random.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 309px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494748634825226834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/TEFExVzR-lI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1hSyCBoK8UA/s400/random.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life goes in so many different directions....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am RANDOM!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello! Nice to meet u. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From what I eat, to the clothes on my back, to the shoes on my FEET (size 17 odd right?).... never "normal." Even when I was growing up.... Its just always been this way. I've always been the odd one. With my siblings I was the short light one..... In school I was the short fat one..... (geeeeez)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But U know what? I'M ME!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24/7! 365!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am exactly who I'm supposed to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its funny because in this stage of my life I still know people trying to FIND THEMSELVES. But I know who Jason is.... I know exactly who I am. What kinda life is that for them tho? To be in your 30's and 40's and not know who u are. The person u've grown up with. YOURSELF!!!! All that time together and U don't know u yet? DAMN SHAME. Like my heart goes out to u. Ur lost in the world with no identity. Just mimicking the identity others have plotted out for u. Ur life sucks.  I mean REALLY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well NO questions here!!! I'm JASON...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-6187581342818679960?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6187581342818679960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=6187581342818679960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/6187581342818679960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/6187581342818679960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/07/memoirs-of-socialite-random-me.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: Random ME!!!'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/TEFExVzR-lI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1hSyCBoK8UA/s72-c/random.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-2664591651257801589</id><published>2010-07-16T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T08:10:03.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: Summer 2010</title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;havin&lt;/span&gt; the time of my life.  I've reconnected with old friends.  Made new friends.  Got rid of so called friends.  This summer has been good to me.  U know I look back on summers past and I think how many times I miss out on or passed up opportunities to do exactly what I wanted to do for the sake of making others happy.  Weather it be a friend or  boo.  I was the go with the flow kinda guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That ship has sailed.  I'm 27 single healthy and ready to take the world over.  I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt; exactly what I wanna do.  This is MY SUMMER!!!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; @ myself for never being single &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; a whole summer before.  It is what it is tho.... I wanna travel.  I wanna kick it with MY FRIENDS.  I wanna do all the things I missed out on.  U know what, I think I'm gonna get me a ticket to see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; blue man group for my birthday.  And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dependin&lt;/span&gt; on what time I get outta work today I might just treat myself to  movie.  U know the ones that no one else wanted to go see with me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is I'm not gonna let life pass me by any longer.  Its too short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selfish party of one..... Ur table is ready and the view is GREAT.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-2664591651257801589?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2664591651257801589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=2664591651257801589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/2664591651257801589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/2664591651257801589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/07/memoirs-of-socialite-summer-2010.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: Summer 2010'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-6032688561764897867</id><published>2010-07-16T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T07:43:43.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Blog: Crush on u</title><content type='html'>Am I too old to have a crush?  After a certain age is it called &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sumthin&lt;/span&gt; different?  Let me know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sumthin&lt;/span&gt;.  I don't wanna be out here &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lookin&lt;/span&gt; foolish....... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-6032688561764897867?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6032688561764897867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=6032688561764897867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/6032688561764897867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/6032688561764897867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/07/mini-blog-crush-on-u.html' title='Mini Blog: Crush on u'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-1773240506955130841</id><published>2010-07-09T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T18:14:33.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: FlashBack</title><content type='html'>I thought I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.... Realizing I made a mistake.  I've been dong some thinking.... Every since I saw u that day.... MAYBE I said somethings I didn't mean trying to change &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; ways.  But my day ain't the same.  Maybe I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shoulda&lt;/span&gt; stayed.  I had a ...... flashback.  I really love u.  So sad.  Thought I was over u.  Too fast. I wish I could re-live the past.  Baby FLASHBACK.  The mistakes u made weren't that bad.  Now that I saw u I want u back.  I wish I could re-live the past.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BaBY&lt;/span&gt; flashback. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could get back with u now.  Don't wanna see another &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; around.  All these memories... Thought I had u outta my mind.  I keep &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tryin&lt;/span&gt; I keep &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tryin&lt;/span&gt;.  And it won't stop... These flashbacks.  I don't want that.  I just wanna go back where u messed up and erase that.  I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;trippin&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm in a ZONE.... Its &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nothin&lt;/span&gt; but a Flashback.  I really love u.  So sad.  Thought I was over u.  Too fast.  I wish I could re-live the past.  FLASHBACK FLASHBACK.  The mistakes u made weren't that bad.  Now that I saw u I want u back.. I wish I could re-live the past.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BAby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FlashBack&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U would call, come pick me up.... Take me somewhere no one knows.  Oceans candle lights.  Lay me down and take it slow. Unexpected messages just to say "Hey Beautiful"Gave me attention . Made sure that u kept me close...... but its over now.  But Its Over Now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback, I really love u.  So sad.  Thought I was over u.  Too fast.  I wish I could re-live the past.  Baby flashback.  The mistakes u made weren't that bad.  Now that I saw u I want u back.  I wish I could re-live the past...... baby flashback.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(.........just Thinkin out loud in my head)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-1773240506955130841?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/1773240506955130841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=1773240506955130841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/1773240506955130841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/1773240506955130841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/07/memoirs-of-socialite-flashback.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: FlashBack'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-3515503304405484041</id><published>2010-07-08T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T15:30:14.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Blog: Dear Hater</title><content type='html'>Because I'm grown I can say what I want.  I can do what I want.  I live my life with no apologies and no regrets.  If I'm feelin some kinda way I'mma say it.  That's my right.  Its called freedom of speech.  U may not like everything, but sweetie everything wasn't meant for u anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-3515503304405484041?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/3515503304405484041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=3515503304405484041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/3515503304405484041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/3515503304405484041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/07/mini-blog-dear-hater.html' title='Mini Blog: Dear Hater'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-392104515501536928</id><published>2010-07-07T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T18:07:15.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: Where did my BABY Go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/TDUkdvP93hI/AAAAAAAAAHI/A8SdlmfHhyo/s1600/music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 321px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491335413966429714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/TDUkdvP93hI/AAAAAAAAAHI/A8SdlmfHhyo/s400/music.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do u remember good music? I mean GOOD music. What happened? Music used to be my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Homie&lt;/span&gt; Lover Friend...... Now its just there. Where did we go wrong? Have u sat and just watched the videos on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mtv&lt;/span&gt; or BET? Or just listened to the radio? I mean "Teach me how to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Duggie&lt;/span&gt;?" What the FUCK are u talking about? Who is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Duggie&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wanna sit back and sing to the song..... Or snap my fingers to the beat. I can't right now. I mean this music SUCKS. Don't get me wrong we still got a few cool people: Drake, Nicki &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Minaj&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jazmine&lt;/span&gt; Sullivan, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt; (once in a while), John Legend, and of course Janet. But what about some good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' baby &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;makin&lt;/span&gt; music? What if I'm in the mood for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; Soul? Who do I have besides Jill Scott?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And GOD, Lets not even start in on Hip-Hop. Who ever thought the day would come when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ludacris&lt;/span&gt; would have more popular songs then and other Artist on the hip hop charts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare someone to sit &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; an hour of radio tomorrow on one station and list out at least 10 good songs. And I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;talkin&lt;/span&gt; new stuff not old school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Legend said it best:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where did my baby go? I wonder where she ran off to. I miss my baby so.... Just what am I supposed to do? Please tell that girl if u meet her, that someones longing to see her. Where did my baby go? I wish that she would get back soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss u Music...... Come back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-392104515501536928?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/392104515501536928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=392104515501536928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/392104515501536928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/392104515501536928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/07/memoirs-of-socialite-where-did-my-baby.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: Where did my BABY Go?'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/TDUkdvP93hI/AAAAAAAAAHI/A8SdlmfHhyo/s72-c/music.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-6290536594120261409</id><published>2010-07-03T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T21:54:28.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: Designer IMPOSTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/TDAT0_glP9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/mVuG-Tkeb1s/s1600/no-cars_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489909746886852562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/TDAT0_glP9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/mVuG-Tkeb1s/s400/no-cars_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK.... Call me what u want but I gotta get this off my chest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So its the holiday weekend and I'm enjoyin my time with friends and family, when I get this text about an "ex". "I heard ur 'ex' did this and that, said this and that." But wait... WE NEVER DATED!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets set the record STR8. We've never dated. What we did I would never classify as a relationship. I mean really? Head a couple times in my car.... No romance there. Cut it out. Stop it!!! What are u tyring to do? Gain some type of "clout" in the community by tellin people u "pulled" me. U didn't sweetheart. U were merely something to DO. Literally!!! I mean when it comes to dating I have options. And trust me ur not one of them..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this sounds really mean... But it is what it is. I hate when people feel the need to run around talkin shit behind my back. Then when they see u they don't say two words. Won't part their lips or make eye contact for fear of confrontation. Let it go. Get a life. UR OWN!!! We never dated sweetie. I mean I'm flattered, but I just was never that into U....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-6290536594120261409?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6290536594120261409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=6290536594120261409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/6290536594120261409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/6290536594120261409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/07/memoirs-of-socialite-designer-imposter.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: Designer IMPOSTER'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/TDAT0_glP9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/mVuG-Tkeb1s/s72-c/no-cars_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-6431315162708316345</id><published>2010-06-30T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T19:12:51.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janet Jackson - Discipline</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/9FPk6x_NnyY/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9FPk6x_NnyY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9FPk6x_NnyY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-6431315162708316345?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6431315162708316345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=6431315162708316345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/6431315162708316345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/6431315162708316345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/06/janet-jackson-discipline_30.html' title='Janet Jackson - Discipline'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-8282179406247879325</id><published>2010-06-30T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T18:51:28.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Blog</title><content type='html'>Look..... For the record, I'm STILL SINGLE!!!  For everyone that thought or heard or read or whatever else.  I am very much SINGLE.  And I'm HAPPY!!!  That is all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-8282179406247879325?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8282179406247879325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=8282179406247879325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/8282179406247879325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/8282179406247879325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/06/mini-blog.html' title='Mini Blog'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-4306900779000756397</id><published>2010-06-30T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T18:40:03.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: If I had ONE WISH</title><content type='html'>U ever wish u could have that one wish granted?  If u could, what would it be?  I know what mine would be......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had Grandparents.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to my friends tell there "Crazy Grandma Stories" and I gotta be honest I get a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; jealous.  I mean I can vaguely recall my Grandfathers wooden cane, but my Grandmother is a blur.  A mystery even.  I remember being in 3rd grade and went around the class telling what we did over the summer.  My story because I was the Jason I am..... Hang Gliding with my Grandmother.... Yep!  That's what I came up with.  (Really Jason? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lmao&lt;/span&gt;)  But I honestly don't remember her at all.  It makes me kinda sad.  She could have told me about the race riots in Harvey (1969) I mean she lived &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; it.  My Grandpa could have told me how to shave or the story of how they met, or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sumthin&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before u start &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;feelin&lt;/span&gt; all sorry for me..... I'm not over here &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cryin&lt;/span&gt; my eyes out or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nothin&lt;/span&gt; like that.  I just find myself &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thinkin&lt;/span&gt; sometimes.  And this is just one of those thoughts that stick out to me.  I sometimes just wonder if they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; be proud of me.... Or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-4306900779000756397?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4306900779000756397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=4306900779000756397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/4306900779000756397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/4306900779000756397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/06/memoirs-of-socialite-if-i-had-one-wish.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: If I had ONE WISH'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-3589069413927034878</id><published>2010-06-22T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T20:28:57.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: SHADE......Ok but don't judge.</title><content type='html'>I really need to get this of my chest.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I know u read my BLOG (thank U).  I know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;u've&lt;/span&gt; been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;readin&lt;/span&gt; it for a while and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; cool.  I gotta be real honest with u.  I have a crush on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;.  I mean like a real crush.  Like if we would have met sooner I would have never entertained anything with u to begin with.  I know this is gonna piss u off but honesty is the best policy right?  Well HONESTLY, I want to SMASH &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;.  Its crazy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I can think back to times when we were all together and I would find myself picturing them in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; place.  I know I'm wrong but again I'm Being Honest.  I'm not gonna say who u are or who they are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; that would be a mess..... But what I will say is if I weren't a good guy I could have went when I had the chance, but I didn't.  UR WELCOME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-3589069413927034878?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/3589069413927034878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=3589069413927034878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/3589069413927034878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/3589069413927034878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/06/memoirs-of-socialite-shadeok-but-dont.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: SHADE......Ok but don&apos;t judge.'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-5803805308173228277</id><published>2010-06-20T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T22:02:14.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: Nocturnal Keystrokes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/TB7yB645BEI/AAAAAAAAAG4/WGhztcqfvNs/s1600/fathersday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 169px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485087510985507906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/TB7yB645BEI/AAAAAAAAAG4/WGhztcqfvNs/s400/fathersday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I'm late..... I've been at work all day then went off the grid for a while to recover from the day. But ANYWAY....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Father's Day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've been getting text messages and emails from "friends" all day wishing me a Happy Fathers Day. Really? U think I have a secret stash of kids somewhere? DUH!!! There isn't. But anyway, Father's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Day&lt;/span&gt; has never been something I celebrated. I've never looked forward to it, or shopped for it, or even remembered when it was. I mean what would be the point? I never had a father to celebrate this with. I never had anyone teach me how to shave, stand up and piss, tie my shoe but my MOM. Its funny, I sit back and think about how I learned to tie a tie. I learned that from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;watchin&lt;/span&gt; an episode of the "Fresh Prince." Nice right? TV was my daddy, between The Cosby Show and other shows featuring a father that were present..... They raised me. Its kinda sad when U look back on it... ?But it is what it is. Welcome to my reality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now this isn't a low blow to anybody out there &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt; there thing like a Father should. I look up to U guys. I mean if God sees fit for me to every be a father I know I can be better then mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Thanx&lt;/span&gt; 80's &amp;amp; 90's sitcoms I think I turned out OK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-5803805308173228277?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/5803805308173228277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=5803805308173228277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/5803805308173228277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/5803805308173228277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/06/memoirs-of-socialite-nocturnal.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: Nocturnal Keystrokes...'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/TB7yB645BEI/AAAAAAAAAG4/WGhztcqfvNs/s72-c/fathersday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-6616570767613618973</id><published>2010-06-08T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T21:07:54.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: 06-08-2010.... Bittersweet</title><content type='html'>Today I'm sad.  Its a sadness that leads to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;uncontrollable&lt;/span&gt; crying..... Or blank stares at the ceiling.... Or calls forwarded to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VoiceMail&lt;/span&gt;.  Its one of them days.  As much as I held out hope for change.... Reality sets in.  I feel like life just crashed in on me a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; bit.  I just need to be alone... In a corner of my home reflecting.  I don't want anyone feeling sorry for me.  I just want to deal and move on.  Move forward.  Move past all this. &lt;br /&gt;I'm really not looking forward to Saturday.  But I gotta be there for my MAMA.... This is a lot to take on at one time.  But I'm gonna be here for here...  I'm tired but this is the life of a man I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of being there..... Thank U.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;U've&lt;/span&gt; been there for me the entire time.  Beginning to End.  I cried in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; ear even when u didn't know I was crying.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  Thank U.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;U've&lt;/span&gt; really shown me what friendship is about.  U know who U are.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tha&lt;/span&gt; Urban Socialite.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP Dorothy Lewis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-6616570767613618973?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6616570767613618973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=6616570767613618973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/6616570767613618973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/6616570767613618973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/06/memoirs-of-socialite-06-08-2010.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: 06-08-2010.... Bittersweet'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-3254527186613289101</id><published>2010-06-04T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T23:16:15.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: Today I just need a HUG</title><content type='html'>I'd give anything for someone to just wrap their arms around me and tell me "It'll be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;."  I might not believe them but at least it would comfort me for the moment... This has been the longest most emotional day ever.  I woke up this morning: Everything was fine.  I go to sleep tonight: Aunt is on life support, lost a couple friends, &amp;amp; had a break down at work.  Could this day get any worse?  I mean..... When it rains it pours ain't even the words to describe it.  Who would think the health of a woman I haven't seen in over a year could send my world into a tailspin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God.... If u hear me.  Can U cut me a little slack?  I mean I'm tired of the trials and tribulations.  I'm sick of the rough side of the Mountain.  Can I get over to the other side already?  I know I'm not perfect... I might not even deserve a blessing right now..... But can I get it anyway?  Lord can U just protect my family and make everything OK again?  I don't wanna see my mama hurt over the current status of her oldest sister.  I don't wanna feel the emotional woes of life.  I wanna smile again.  I wanna be HAPPY.  I want everything to work out for the better.  Is that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?  I think my Aunt has been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; enough and just deserves a HEALING.  I'm praying healing over her RIGHT NOW.  I'm praying peace in my own life..... For my own situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all I'm praying for a HUG.  Tell me "It'll be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-3254527186613289101?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/3254527186613289101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=3254527186613289101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/3254527186613289101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/3254527186613289101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/06/memoirs-of-socialite-today-i-just-need.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: Today I just need a HUG'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-11604204347223114</id><published>2010-06-02T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T20:44:21.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: a letter to THE LIAR</title><content type='html'>Dear Liar......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm a 27 y/o College Grad, Grad Student, Honor Student, with a good job, a Great set of friends, and Family that loves me.   What do u have?  EXACTLY...... NOTHING!!!  I get y u would hate on me to the point that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;u'd&lt;/span&gt; make up things about me.  At the end of the day &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; a very sad person that lives a very sad life.  U have nothing, U are nothing, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;U'll&lt;/span&gt; always be nothing.  I feel so sorry for u.  Ur life must suck a whole hell of a lot to come around after all this time and attempt to kick up some shit.  Is this what it takes to give &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; life some type of excitement?  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; too bad.  Y not spend some of this time becoming something more then the second shift FRY COOK?  I see y my life is so amazing to u...... I'm a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; ROCK STAR compared to u. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hoez&lt;/span&gt; really get me.  I mean really.  U really think after all the shit that went on between us we could be friends?  I mean u stole from me, u  pawned my shit, used me, not to mention all the mental BULLSHIT.  U must be out ya &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mutha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; mind........  This is gonna sound real mean... and I know it will but if I saw u homeless on the streets I wouldn't spit in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; direction.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; how I feel about u.  U made my life HELL.... I had to start all over because of U.  Rebuild friendships, mend relationships, I had to learn how to trust.  All because of the FAT FRY COOK.  Then u turn around and friend request me on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt;..... U really think so?  Cut it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell u this last thing..... Take care of home.  Before u get so wrapped up in my business, get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; own shit together.  While U all over there &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;playin&lt;/span&gt; house wife.... Ur in it all alone U dumb FUCK.  Don't believe me?  Check those text messages.  I know I've seen them.  Maybe u should too.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Callin&lt;/span&gt; me for relationship advice?  U think I give 2 shits if y'all make it til tomorrow let alone next year.  GET REAL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason A. Curry, I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-11604204347223114?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/11604204347223114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=11604204347223114' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/11604204347223114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/11604204347223114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/06/memoirs-of-socialite-letter-to-liar.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: a letter to THE LIAR'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-3118877418954627801</id><published>2010-06-01T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T20:52:04.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: Online Dating 101</title><content type='html'>Yeah I said it..... ONLINE DATING!!!!  Y'all  out there &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt; it but everybody &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;runnin&lt;/span&gt; around like "Not ME!"  So lets talk about it.  I wanna know what your experiences are.  What happened? What did u like?  What didn't u like?  What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried online dating before.... With NO SUCCESS!!!  Now don't get me wrong, I've come across some really cool people in my time but as far as meeting the one or getting close to the one.... NOT SO MUCH.  But I know people that swear by it.  Like the only way they'll date is if its &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the computer.  I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just like to date &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all.  I like to get OUT and meet people.  I don't judge.... To each its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidebar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some REALLY UGLY PEOPLE online.  And they are BOLD.  I mean BOLD.  Look at me... Then look at u.  U think U have a chance?  Come on now.  I haven't hit ROCK BOTTOM.  Thirsty ASSES!!!!! Ewwwwww&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-3118877418954627801?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/3118877418954627801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=3118877418954627801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/3118877418954627801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/3118877418954627801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/06/memoirs-of-socialite-online-dating-101.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: Online Dating 101'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-2635534230947655761</id><published>2010-05-26T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T14:36:36.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: I'm just not that into U, But ur just not that into ME</title><content type='html'>Random thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U ever meet someone that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; really into, but they're not into u the same way? Or at least they don't show it the way u try to. I mean if I know someone is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;feelin&lt;/span&gt; me I try to be nice and feel things out.. Who knows maybe it could grow into something? But if I'm not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;feelin&lt;/span&gt; it.... then I'm not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;feelin&lt;/span&gt; it. And I'm upfront and honest about it. I'll tell u how I feel about u, or that I'm not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;feelin&lt;/span&gt; u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But y is it never the same in return? I gotta wonder what went wrong, or did I do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sumthin&lt;/span&gt;? I'm not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;losin&lt;/span&gt; no sleep over know of these clowns out here. But at the same time..... We all grown. If u not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;feelin&lt;/span&gt; me (even tho I don't know y u wouldn't be... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) say so. Where is the harm in good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' honesty? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;I'mma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bigg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Boi&lt;/span&gt; (6'4" 260lbs) I can take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody that really knows me.... knows u can't keep me down long. I pick myself up... Dust myself off.... AND KEEP IT THE FUCK MOVING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u didn't know, GOOGLE ME BITCH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-2635534230947655761?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2635534230947655761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=2635534230947655761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/2635534230947655761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/2635534230947655761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/05/memoirs-of-socialite-im-just-not-that.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: I&apos;m just not that into U, But ur just not that into ME'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-531675990695961816</id><published>2010-05-24T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T08:22:17.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: I was born a SOCIALITE</title><content type='html'>Who is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tha&lt;/span&gt; Urban Socialite?  I mean who is he? Where did he come from? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm the 3rd of four children..... one of the middle ones. Born to a young insurance worker (now turned Bible Beater) and young truck driving, police academy failing, postal working, whore (now turned retired whore).  I'm from a very small town in Illinois.  So small they don't even have their own zip code.  My Oldest sister is a Stay at home Mom, my baby brother is a Ball player, and the other middle baby..... She's my Twin.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Side note&lt;/span&gt;: "HEY TWIN!!!" Anyway, I was brought up in a very religious household.... well the kinda religious household that still drank and smoked cigarettes.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know its funny.... even with 4 kids and a handful of various pets.... Dogs, turtles, fish, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ginnie&lt;/span&gt; pig... I never really had to search for my identity.  I've always had some idea of who I am.  I mean sure I've refined my image over time but I always knew who I was.  Through all the fads and all the trends I never lost JASON.... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;THA&lt;/span&gt; URBAN SOCIALITE.  People have often asked me how did u become a "socialite?"  Its quite simple.  DESTINY!!!  I was born into this.  I mean a kid from a small town with a shared zip code is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;destine&lt;/span&gt; to be something.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny that the same people asking me about that are the same ones that keep my name in the streets..... "U know I seen Jason at the park with so-n-so."  "U know him and whats-a-name broke up." "U know he related to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ol&lt;/span&gt;' Boy."  "He think he all that in them &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LV&lt;/span&gt; glasses.... oh DAMN he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wearin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LV&lt;/span&gt; shoes too."  I can't do anything but laugh at this.  Who knew my business would be so popular.  I mean THANK U.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Thanx&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;keepin&lt;/span&gt; the buzz &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Thanx&lt;/span&gt; for the motivation and the hate.  I wouldn't be who I am without u my FANS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U KNOW WHO U ARE...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-531675990695961816?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/531675990695961816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=531675990695961816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/531675990695961816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/531675990695961816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/05/memoirs-of-socialite-i-was-born.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: I was born a SOCIALITE'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-4083789079183820799</id><published>2010-05-23T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T10:07:19.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: Inner Freak</title><content type='html'>U know..... I know I swore off sex (at least for now).  But that doesn't mean I do think about it.  OH GOD do I think about it.  I mean I'm laying here in the bed taking in this wonderful &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; breeze &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Making&lt;/span&gt; love..... How it would feel..... This time.  Will it be any different?  I wanna.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make love under the night sky.  I wanna feel the moon under our sheets..... We're floating so high I swear that we are soaring.  I wanna SOAR with U.  We can GLOW together....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things we can do......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel the stars in the room...... As I feel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; UNIVERSE around me.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-4083789079183820799?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4083789079183820799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=4083789079183820799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/4083789079183820799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/4083789079183820799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/05/memoirs-of-socialite-inner-freak.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: Inner Freak'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-5563745969063355320</id><published>2010-05-22T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T01:49:32.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: Coming into Reality</title><content type='html'>U know I finally came into my REALITY...... Its kinda scary because I feel like I've been searching for these answers to very personal questions about myself..... And I feel like I've finally figured some stuff out.  My reality is that I'm filled with RESENTMENT.  Not the most healthy thing in the world but it's true.  This is very new for me, and I'm still in the process of figuring it out.  But what I do know is that There is definitely some resentment there.  Y?  Its simple.  Its all wrapped around LOVE.  The many people that have "LOVED" me in my life have left me.  I'm talking much more than Lovers..... I mean Friends, Family, &amp;amp; various loved ones.  At some point or another I've been left feeling very alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong.... There are a few people in my life that not only love me, but they show it often.  My problem comes in.... the fact that in my world u have to prove it to me.  There are various hoops U have to jump &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; for me to trust in the fact that U really LOVE ME.  I'm not sure at what point this whole thing started for me.... And I know its not fair.  I mean who really does that?  But It is what it is... at least for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda hate the fact that this is my REALITY but I'm not sure how to go about changing things.  I'm not sure how to drop this guard I have.  I don't know how to tear down these walls I've built.  I mean honestly.... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; someone tells me they love me I get nervous.  Who knew a four letter word would cause so much anxiety?  U should see it.... Like u really have to witness this one.  I literally start to sweat at the mention of the word, then I nervously laugh myself outta the situation.  "HAAA No U don't." This is my usual reply.  Sad?  I know.  But again this is my REALITY.  I wanna work on it.  I wanna be able to hug my friends and tell them I love them, I wanna kiss my Mom on the cheek and tell her I love her.  I want to wake up in love.  When I'm asked "Do u love me yet?" before we hang up the phone I wanna be able to say "YES DAMNIT!!!!" I wanna see my forever with U, but I have to get this together first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is no way to live.  But at least I'm honest and open enough to admit to my issues.  What about U?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-5563745969063355320?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/5563745969063355320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=5563745969063355320' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/5563745969063355320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/5563745969063355320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/05/memoirs-of-socialite-coming-into.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: Coming into Reality'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-8246925658113148195</id><published>2010-05-19T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T19:54:13.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: One of them DAYZ</title><content type='html'>Its not the being by myself &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the problem...... Its the being alone. Its spring time and love is definitely in the air..... At least for some. For others...... well we get the blockbuster nights or the 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wheel invites to tag along. If we're really lucky we get to listen to our friends on the other end of the phone as they go on and on about their love..... As we secretly picture it with our head on their body. I hope I'm not alone in this..... If I am then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; just sad.... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know its funny because I love my life. I just hate the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;loneliness&lt;/span&gt; factor. I love what I do. I love that I'm about to graduate. I love the steady climb my life has taken. I just wish my personal life would catch up. I would love to have someone to share in this with me. Not just anyone, but the ONE. Everything really seems to be falling into place but this one minor thing. I gotta get it together......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-8246925658113148195?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8246925658113148195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=8246925658113148195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/8246925658113148195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/8246925658113148195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/05/memoirs-of-socialite-one-of-them-dayz.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: One of them DAYZ'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-8300268907885408468</id><published>2010-05-19T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T19:14:45.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CocoRosie - By Your Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/CooNuDdmMdA/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CooNuDdmMdA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CooNuDdmMdA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-8300268907885408468?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8300268907885408468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=8300268907885408468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/8300268907885408468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/8300268907885408468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/05/cocorosie-by-your-side.html' title='CocoRosie - By Your Side'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-8471508452289593477</id><published>2010-05-16T22:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T22:13:02.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Blog: Happy Birthday Boo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S_DPvJpuNaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/fzFp6p7boWU/s1600/sexyjanet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 304px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472101956206867874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S_DPvJpuNaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/fzFp6p7boWU/s400/sexyjanet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S_DPc6jKr8I/AAAAAAAAAGo/oLOfgy6VqPA/s1600/janetjacksonhomepage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472101642915196866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S_DPc6jKr8I/AAAAAAAAAGo/oLOfgy6VqPA/s400/janetjacksonhomepage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay attention people.  This is what 44 should look like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S_DPNy7XGCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/n9TZUO8XUdc/s1600/harpersbazaarb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 360px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472101383171151906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S_DPNy7XGCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/n9TZUO8XUdc/s400/harpersbazaarb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S_DPCj2c0MI/AAAAAAAAAGY/cMfc7M7sVhE/s1600/080906_wmag1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472101190145462466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S_DPCj2c0MI/AAAAAAAAAGY/cMfc7M7sVhE/s400/080906_wmag1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-8471508452289593477?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8471508452289593477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=8471508452289593477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/8471508452289593477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/8471508452289593477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/05/mini-blog-happy-birthday-boo.html' title='Mini Blog: Happy Birthday Boo!!!'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S_DPvJpuNaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/fzFp6p7boWU/s72-c/sexyjanet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-4334594898150620055</id><published>2010-05-15T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T23:01:26.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: In HEAT again!!!</title><content type='html'>I feel so alive.  It won't last all night....But that's alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fleeting joy drenched in sin, here it cums AGAIN!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneaking fruit from the forbidden tree, that sweet taste of Ecstasy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time the same hotel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That familiar smell, we both know so well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we said that this would end.....But here we go AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cycle never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I flashback to when u put that spell on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn U feel good as hell to Me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I feel so drawn to U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this be wrong to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I said it would end.... But here we go AGAIN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-4334594898150620055?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4334594898150620055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=4334594898150620055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/4334594898150620055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/4334594898150620055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/05/memoirs-of-socialite-in-heat-again.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: In HEAT again!!!'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-7036528088920510204</id><published>2010-05-11T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T10:51:24.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: my HEART is tucked away in my SOCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S-mXt0apydI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Xuyjq49TZqo/s1600/heartonyoursleeve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 396px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470070035838519762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S-mXt0apydI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Xuyjq49TZqo/s400/heartonyoursleeve.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does it really mean to wear &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; HEART on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; sleeve? Is that a fashion statement... or is it something more? Do I wear my heart on my sleeve? What DOES THAT MEAN? Hold on.... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;I'mma&lt;/span&gt; google it. . . . . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH!!! I get it . So it just showing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; emotions. I get it. But I don't think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; me. Matter fact I'd say I was quite the opposite. I think I wear my heart in my pocket, or folded up and tucked in my sock like the last few dollars we would hang on to as kids. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I feel a lot, u would just never know it. There are some many thoughts and feelings that go &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; my head on a regular. U have no idea. I just don't know how to show them. I guess it comes from all the shit I been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;. To be honest I'm surprised I still feel anything at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; a lot in this past 27 years. My life is FULL. From single parenting to abusive relationships.... I've seen more than most people ever will. Maybe that y my HEART is tucked away in my SOCK. It seems like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I bring it out it gets a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; more damaged.  Its like having a glass action figure as a kid..... Its beautiful and rare.  U wanna show it off to the world, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; u do.... It gets more and more chipped and a little more cracked.  I wanna show off what I have, but I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;running&lt;/span&gt; out band-aids.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-7036528088920510204?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/7036528088920510204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=7036528088920510204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/7036528088920510204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/7036528088920510204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/05/memoirs-of-socialite-my-heart-is-tucked.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: my HEART is tucked away in my SOCK'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S-mXt0apydI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Xuyjq49TZqo/s72-c/heartonyoursleeve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-8566886224027565701</id><published>2010-05-06T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T08:39:59.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: Mistaken Identity</title><content type='html'>So I woke up this morning a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; pissed off. Not mad because I woke up...... just a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; mad I couldn't sleep in. But anyway, I go &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; my daily routine: lay there &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;knowin&lt;/span&gt; I have to pee.... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;, finally &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt; to the bathroom, back in the bed, then check my email. This is my normal morning activity. This morning was kinda different. My inbox was on FIRE: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt; friend request, group project email, ........ and a letter. So of course I go &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;str&lt;/span&gt;8 to the letter. I mean I don't recognize the email address the subject is REAL TALK so of course I feel like I need to see whats this letter is about. When I say this letter rocked my world........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PhattyGirl&lt;/span&gt;68: A my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nikka&lt;/span&gt; real talk u &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; one of my friends on a regular but what u don't know is they are HIV &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;POZ&lt;/span&gt; and also tested &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;POZ&lt;/span&gt; for a few &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;STD's&lt;/span&gt;. Now I'm not about to bust my friend out and say they name but they told me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt; been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; RAW without condoms...... Do U man. Just be careful &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;homie&lt;/span&gt;. Folks don't care who they infect these days. In case u think I'm lying I stay in Chicago just outta town in Texas for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vacation&lt;/span&gt; right now. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yall&lt;/span&gt; pretty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nikkas&lt;/span&gt; all the same. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yall&lt;/span&gt; always go for the slim sexy type with the PHAT ASS. They are the ones &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;givin&lt;/span&gt; away the package like a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;muthafucka. &lt;/span&gt;YO just be careful. I know u fucked my friend at least 5 times and they never once told u about they status. They are 20 y/o with big pretty lips. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; the only hint &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;I'mma&lt;/span&gt; give u &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FAM&lt;/span&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; I'm not gonna lie when I saw this the first thing I thought about was my past sexual history. I mean who wouldn't. But then I had to stop and check myself. #1 I don't fuck with 20 y/o NOTHING!!!!! Not at all my type. I like old money. #2 over 5 times would be too much like a commitment..... NOT ME!!!! #3 I'm celibate. Have been for a while now. #4 I really don't have sex outside of relationships. I don't have the time or energy.... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point I'm trying to make is if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; gonna come at my head.... If u think I'm a HOE.... If u worried about what I'm doing.... STOP!!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; in the end &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; the one that ends up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lookin&lt;/span&gt; a fool not me. I know me. I know what I do, and who I do it with. I'm not worried. I protect myself. So cut this petty ELEMENTARY SCHOOL BULLSHIT OUT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part nine coming SOON!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-8566886224027565701?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8566886224027565701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=8566886224027565701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/8566886224027565701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/8566886224027565701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/05/memoirs-of-socialite-mistaken-identity.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: Mistaken Identity'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-4692069922516347018</id><published>2010-05-03T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T20:27:16.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I - Jill Scott</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/hQGQM5bKnyA/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hQGQM5bKnyA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hQGQM5bKnyA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-4692069922516347018?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4692069922516347018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=4692069922516347018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/4692069922516347018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/4692069922516347018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/05/all-i-jill-scott.html' title='All I - Jill Scott'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-8855903625544386769</id><published>2010-05-03T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T20:15:51.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: Crush on U</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;.... I like u. But I don't like u like u. Ur cool and we have fun when we hang out. But I don't think we like each other the same way. This is the story of my life. I know I'm not the only one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; that.... But what do u do with that? When U like someone enough but clearly not as much as they like u. I mean &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GEEEEEEEZ&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone seen an episode of "What &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chilli&lt;/span&gt; Wants?" Evonne is the one that turned me on to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VH&lt;/span&gt;-1 and there countless hours of reality &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; programming. So I watched this show and I think this girl is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NUTZ&lt;/span&gt;. She has this list of things she wants and needs. This list gets pretty direct tho. "No eating Pork!" 4 REAL???? I mean who on EARTH is that picky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sounds crazy but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; how I feel. Not to sound like I'm bragging but when people show interest in me..... I tear them apart. What I like about them. What I don't like. From Teeth to Hair to Shoes. Am I too picky? Thinking back to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ex's&lt;/span&gt;... HELL maybe I wasn't picky enough. But is it wrong to want to find someone: cute, funny, sexy, employed, with a car, that loves the Lord, likes going on dates, not cheap, good in bed..... GREAT IN BED, not too dependent, not too independent... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;, loves love, not too many kids, gets along with my friends, loves to travel, not gonna pressure me into a 6pack, loves them some JASON, can cook, likes cartoons, can handle my mood swings, down to earth, likes fun, drinks (but not too much)...... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; not asking a lot is it? I mean I'm just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;saying&lt;/span&gt;. This person right here is the person I have a crush on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I sound just like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chilli&lt;/span&gt;. This is gonna be a long 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-8855903625544386769?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8855903625544386769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=8855903625544386769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/8855903625544386769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/8855903625544386769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/05/memoirs-of-socialite-crush-on-u.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: Crush on U'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-2170587420578299433</id><published>2010-05-03T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T19:05:50.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout OUT: Mini Blog</title><content type='html'>I just had to take a lil time out to thank everyone that takes time out of their day to read my lil blog.  My lil random rants...... Thank U guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Luv U all.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-2170587420578299433?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2170587420578299433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=2170587420578299433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/2170587420578299433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/2170587420578299433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/05/shout-out-mini-blog.html' title='Shout OUT: Mini Blog'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-6917934970484334856</id><published>2010-05-01T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T00:16:35.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: Star* 69 (Erotica)</title><content type='html'>..... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TONIGHT&lt;/span&gt; I dreamt of U.  In my dream we "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CONNECTED&lt;/span&gt;."  Over the phone.  U were over there, and I was over here.  The things I said to u.... Still play back in my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I take U from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BEHIND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MYSELF&lt;/span&gt; into &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; mind&lt;br /&gt;When u least expect&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will u try and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REJECT&lt;/span&gt; it&lt;br /&gt;If I'm in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHARGE&lt;/span&gt; and I treat u like a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHILD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will u let &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;urself&lt;/span&gt; go &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WILD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MOUTH&lt;/span&gt; go where it &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WANTS TOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once u put &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; hand into the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FLAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U can &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; be the same&lt;br /&gt;There's a certain &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;SATISFACTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a little bit of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AFRAID&lt;/span&gt;, well rise again&lt;br /&gt;I only hurt the ones I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't think U know what &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PAIN&lt;/span&gt; is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;U've&lt;/span&gt; gone &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; way&lt;br /&gt;I could bring u so much &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PLEASURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CUM&lt;/span&gt; to u when u say&lt;br /&gt;I know u want &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HURT&lt;/span&gt; u&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; gonna hurt u&lt;br /&gt;just &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CLOSE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; eyes......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...... Then I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-6917934970484334856?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6917934970484334856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=6917934970484334856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/6917934970484334856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/6917934970484334856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/05/memoirs-of-socialite-star-69-erotica.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: Star* 69 (Erotica)'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-4996832413043056327</id><published>2010-04-30T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T22:58:13.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: Its just those Rainy Dayz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;..... Today I missed u.  (FYI:I'm not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;talking&lt;/span&gt; about U) Not u so much as I missed the idea of u.  At least the u I created in my head.  In my mind &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; are Everything.  But in reality its just me.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sitting&lt;/span&gt; here on a Friday evening in the bed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;watching&lt;/span&gt; Cartoon Network without u.  I'm sure &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; get passed it... but just right now I miss it.  I try to talk to my friends about U but how can I speak on something I don't really understand.  So I just watch Cartoon Network.  Alone.  Without U.  I think its this weather that has U on my mind.  That kinda warm spring evening with the rain.  Sky full of nature sounds and scents.  Yep days like these make me want u more.  Make me wish I could go back to the first time I met u..... Lock U up and never let u go.  Rainy days &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; do that to u I guess.  This weather brings out the romance. DAMN RAIN!!!  But it is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time I would have done anything to be with u, around u, for just one second.  Those days are long gone.  These days I just don't trust u.... Don't like u.... And could really give a fuck less about what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; doing right now.  (Its still not about U) But even with all that I MISS U!!!  I wish that could get back with U.  But I won't, I can't.  Not now.....Its just too soon.  I wanna be perfect next time we meet.  I wanna deserve it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case u all haven't figured out by now.... I'm not talking about someone.  I'm talking about something.  LOVE.  That feeling u get when u wake up in the morning still in each others arms.  Or how u feel when U get the "I was just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thinkin&lt;/span&gt; bout u" text message mid afternoon while &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; at work.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; what I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;talkin&lt;/span&gt; about.  Oh how nice it would be to sift &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the bullshit of life to get back to that point again.  One day!!!  But until then, I'll just be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sitting&lt;/span&gt; here with my Cartoon Network and catch up on some much needed rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-4996832413043056327?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4996832413043056327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=4996832413043056327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/4996832413043056327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/4996832413043056327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/04/memoirs-of-socialite-its-just-those.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: Its just those Rainy Dayz'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-832558292038077488</id><published>2010-04-26T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T14:54:01.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: Papa was a Rollin Stone</title><content type='html'>U know the funniest story I can think to tell u about me is the fact that my Brother, Sister, and I are all the same age born in the same year (and we're not triplets).  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;..... This didn't sound weird to me for a long time.  I guess til my teens, when people would actually look at me funny and judge.  But who cares....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father is a very selfish man.  Since I could remember he only did things to benefit himself.  Still the same exact way in 2010.  Funny to me..... I mean U would think that we change as we get older.  I mean I did.  But I could be wrong.  So what do U say about a man that's done nothing for u &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; whole life?  I say thank U.  The best thing he could have ever done for me was not be there.  Its this single action that has shaped me into the person I am today.  Now, I'm not like most people out here with "daddy issues."  Matter fact I don't have issues with him at all.  I don't blame my short comings on the fact that he wasn't there.  I blame falling short in whatever area on myself &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I was LAZY.  I did that.  What he did for me was forced me to grow up and be a MAN, not sit around looking for a handout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll say another thing he did for me is helped produce my Best Friends: Beth, Nicole, and Eddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I hope u all don't take this as me Bashing this man.  I'm just talking about what I know.  Its crazy to me to think that in almost 28 years I know nothing about him.  I mean his favorite food, color, movies.... I know nothing.  Kinda sad huh?  Yep I thought so too.  It is what it is at this point.  I mean.... I'm too older for a father now.  Everything I needed I got from my Mom.  We can still be cool tho.  Kick it.  Go out to eat or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;.  But &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; about it.  I don't need the Father son talks....... I'm good!!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-832558292038077488?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/832558292038077488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=832558292038077488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/832558292038077488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/832558292038077488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/04/memoirs-of-socialite-papa-was-rollin.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: Papa was a Rollin Stone'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-3916223844190179619</id><published>2010-04-26T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T09:59:19.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI: Mini blog</title><content type='html'>U know.... I don't know y it matters, but it does for some strange reason.  U didn't dump me.  I dumped u.  I know u tell the story your way to your friends.... But I tell the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-3916223844190179619?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/3916223844190179619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=3916223844190179619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/3916223844190179619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/3916223844190179619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/04/fyi-mini-blog.html' title='FYI: Mini blog'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-2659944000697069450</id><published>2010-04-26T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T08:21:41.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasia - Control Freak (New Music 2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/c9rTKyn3Pwo/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c9rTKyn3Pwo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c9rTKyn3Pwo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-2659944000697069450?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2659944000697069450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=2659944000697069450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/2659944000697069450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/2659944000697069450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/04/fantasia-control-freak-new-music-2010.html' title='Fantasia - Control Freak (New Music 2010)'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-5934481212242281517</id><published>2010-04-23T00:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T00:03:49.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foto Magik pt2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S9FGROygOPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Mcu_QLP3nw8/s1600/wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463224894938507410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S9FGGLbhaJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/T9A6yjg9ayA/s400/work.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S9FGF_27S_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZlocaLlkFCo/s1600/glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463224891832224754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S9FGF_27S_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZlocaLlkFCo/s400/glass.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S9FF0D9yrRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/6jDsOAmOziE/s1600/background.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463224583697116434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S9FF0D9yrRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/6jDsOAmOziE/s400/background.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-5934481212242281517?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/5934481212242281517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=5934481212242281517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/5934481212242281517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/5934481212242281517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/04/foto-magik-pt2.html' title='Foto Magik pt2'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S9FGROygOPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Mcu_QLP3nw8/s72-c/wall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-5318012154210356240</id><published>2010-04-22T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T23:55:44.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: Ex Factor</title><content type='html'>So the other day I talked to someone I dated years ago..... It was cool to kinda catch up and talk as friends given the relationship we had.  In this phone call they shared that they read my blog often..... This kinda shocked me.  I never really set out to have a following with this thing, just an outlet really.  So I had to ask.... "what do u think?"  "Its really cool..... But u talk about dating a whole lot."  Its this one thing that stuck out in my head.  Out of everything we talked about, and we talked about a lot, this one thought rattled around in my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So y do I talk talk about dating so much?  This was my thought for a while....... Then it really just came to me.  I'm one of those people that has to understand something.  I have to ask questions until I can really make sense of it all. I want to understand it all so I can learn from it and apply what I've learned to real life.  So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;...... I get it. I want to understand how I can be "such a great catch" yet nobody has scooped me up and kept it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt;.  Now with this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;epiphany&lt;/span&gt; came more searching.  So what I thought I would do is a little compare and contrast of the past.  Who I dated..... who they were.... the good the bad and the ugly.  Now I know opening this can of worms will be followed by some attitudes, phone calls, text messages..... But it is what it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2001: The Virgin Dater!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was someone who has become one of my nearest and dearest friends.  This was my first attempt at a  "Grow up" relationship.  Now I stress the friendship.... because the relationship was so BAD!!!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  It was like dating a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;homie&lt;/span&gt;.  We lived in 2 different states, never saw each other, had really good phone conversations..... but it was something missing.  We laugh about it now, but what were we doing?  I mean REALLY!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2002: The Serial Bed Hopper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young and Inexperienced. What did I do next?  Started dating a Hoe.  I mean a HOE!!!  I don't know to this day how many times I was cheated on.  I mean at 20 years old, you can't even kick it with the person &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; dating..... So what do u do?  Sit at home and wait til the club closes (maybe I'd get a phone call, maybe not). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2003: The Busy Business Professional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 20 going on 21 I thought it was so cool meeting a professional that wanted to be with me.  ME?  I work in customer service part-time, with no college degree.  Are u sure &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lookin&lt;/span&gt; at me?  Well it was me.  Surprisingly this was one of the best relationships I've had..... when there was time for it.  It was equal parts of fun &amp;amp; lonely.  I traveled the country as the young show piece.... I was arm candy.  The friends liked me.... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I was cute.  They didn't respect my opinions, views on issues.... but I was CUTE!!!  It ended, but we were able to be cool. We can trade advice now on money issues, relationships, careers..... I mean I'm still cute but at least I have an opinion that matters now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004: The LIAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this one was a FOOL.  This is probably the single STUPIDEST thing I've done.  I traded down big time.  And boy did I pay for that mistake.  This relationship ended up with me leaving my family and friends behind, relocating across the country, falling into the deepest depression I've ever experienced as an adult, and flirting with alcoholism.  This one was so bad that there are people to this day that don't know the details of it.  I mean some of this stuff I've locked away in a box and dumped it in Lake Michigan.  This was a hard one.  At one point I wasn't sure if I'd make it out of it.  Honestly I thought one of us would end up in JAIL or dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006: The Minister of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Confusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this one really started out on a very high note.  We were really in love.  I mean a love that grew from a great friendship.  There's nothing like finding someone that u love, the family loves, the friends love..... The scary part came in with the fact that they didn't really love &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt;.  I mean if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; unhappy with who u are, how can u be happy with who WE ARE?  We had potential but their family overruled us.  And to make a bad situation worst.... What would have been our 4 year anniversary, became their wedding date.  CLASSY RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007: The Unsure Dreamer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how this one even happened.  I mean I was single.... and we just kinda fell into this one.  This relationship was so rocky.  We couldn't even agree on dinner..... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008: The Starving Artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is where things really get crazy.  In the beginning, we both expressed how happy we were with life as it was.  We were both in no hurry to be in a relationship.  We both agreed that the  single life was a good life to live.  But &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; multiple dates, phone calls, and text message things happened.  Feelings grew..... So what else do u do besides date right?  Then came love.... Then came reality.  And the reality was we didn't work out at all.  It was almost like we lived on 2 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; Earths.  In my world we paid bills on time, worked hard and got promoted regularly, went to school, graduated.... and on and on.  While on the other Earth they partied a lot, drank daily, smoked often, and barely worked.  Who knew this great person from the beginning was really like this?  Now there lived a great talent in there, but it was overshadowed by fear of rejection.  So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; that..... One person ended up being a different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; my dating record in a nut shell.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Thru&lt;/span&gt; it all I eventually wanna get back out there and do it all over again.  NOT RIGHT NOW THO!!!!!  I'm good.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-5318012154210356240?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/5318012154210356240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=5318012154210356240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/5318012154210356240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/5318012154210356240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/04/memoirs-of-socialite-ex-factor.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: Ex Factor'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-5199253627403404793</id><published>2010-04-18T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:52:30.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: The case of the FAKE PEOPLE</title><content type='html'>Its funny..... Since I've been on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FaceBook&lt;/span&gt; I've been able to connect with people I haven't seen in years.  I mean people I haven't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;talked&lt;/span&gt; to in at least 5-10 YEARS.  Kinda cool I thought.... The funny part comes in when the "others" pop their heads up.. We all have a group of the "others."  U know that group of people that could really give a fuck about u...... BUT STILL wants to know whats &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; on with U.  I mean its like.... Y do u care?  Does &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; life really suck that bad that U gotta find out whats new in CURRY LAND?  I mean get over it and get a life please!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where is all this coming from?  I'm glad u asked...... (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) So yesterday I get an alert on my Blackberry about a friend request on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;.  Big deal I thought.... I mean I get them all the time.  But this one was kinda weird.  It was from some middle aged lady.  The first thing I could think of is "WHO IN THE HELL?"  Right?  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't u?  I mean I'm 27..... What or who do we have in common?  So I look at the mutual friends.....One is a business contact.... The other is a family friend/shit starter.....  So I go to the family MOUTH PIECE (Hey Sis-in-Law).  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  "Patrice who the hell is this?"  (SIDEBAR: For those of u who have never met my Sister in Law...... she's about 3 feet tall, with the biggest attitude u will ever meet.  And that's y I love her.)  Anyway.... she knows right away who this cougar is..... I use the term cougar loosely because it has a bit of sexy attached to it..... And she was POPPED!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now y would she friend request me?  What do we have to talk about?  The word?  Politics?  Dancing with the Stars?  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GURL&lt;/span&gt;..... Get a life.  U want me to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt; friend because U want to attach &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;urself&lt;/span&gt; to anything CURRY.  Cut it out.  U could care less about me.  U just wanna figure out who I am and how I tie into this soap opera &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;u've&lt;/span&gt; created in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; mind.  Ma'am..... I DON'T!!!!  This kinda goes for everyone else to.  This whole I wanna know whats &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; on with Jason just for the sake of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; in the loop is a fool.  I mean..... y not apply that energy into something a little more important?  If I get another friend request from a Middle Aged Stalker, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ex's&lt;/span&gt; Ex, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ex's&lt;/span&gt; Current, Fathers Ex...... Any of that..... I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; OFF!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pt 3 coming soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-5199253627403404793?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/5199253627403404793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=5199253627403404793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/5199253627403404793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/5199253627403404793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/04/memoirs-of-socialite-case-of-fake.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: The case of the FAKE PEOPLE'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-1203387673703126963</id><published>2010-04-15T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T14:08:44.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Socialite: Reflection</title><content type='html'>So I had this idea to make this blog a little more personal.  My idea is to document my life &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BIGG&lt;/span&gt; and small.  To share my journey with everyone.  I'm sure some people won't care.  And to them I say..... GET THE FUCK OFF MY BLOG.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I find myself lately doing a lot of reflecting on the past.  Good and bad.  Things I handled well, as well as my short comings.  I'm trying to learn from experiences and move forward.  From the outside looking in my life &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;seens&lt;/span&gt; great.  I have a great family: 2 Sisters 1 Brother that I'd walk across hot coals and broken glass for.  A loving mother..... She's not perfect but she's MINE!!! A great group of friends.... Shout out to the "Miss Honey" Crew.  But &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; this one element I always seem to miss out on.  A partner.  A lover. A Boo.  Whatever u wanna call it, it's not there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny, My sis Nicole and I just had this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt; about getting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Boo's&lt;/span&gt;.  Well where the hell are they?  Eddy's Married with kids.  Beth's minutes away from jumping the broom.  I want to settle down too.  Now don't get me wrong, I'm not rushing anything.  I don't want any kids so I don't have to worry about getting too old to make that happen.  But want I want is to kick back on the couch with my head in my Baby's lap, while we watch some scary movie and the play in my braids.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; how I wanna end my day.  I keep hearing John Legend in my head "Where did my baby go? I wonder where she ran off to.  I miss my baby so.  I'm calling but I can't get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;.  Please tell that girl if u meet her, that someones longing to see her." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean Who ever thought that the absence of one person in your life could leave so much emptiness in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; heart.  I wanna love and be loved in return.  I want to want and be wanted in return.  I want to feel and be felt in return.  I want love.  I'm trying to wait &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;patiently&lt;/span&gt;, and so far I thing I've done a good job.  But I'm not sure what the hell CUPID is waiting on, but it better be GOOD.  Again, I feel like I have to repeat this.  I' m HAPPY.  I'm about to Graduate.  I'm successful in my career.  Happy in my social life.  I just wanna share that with someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pt 2 coming soon........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-1203387673703126963?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/1203387673703126963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=1203387673703126963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/1203387673703126963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/1203387673703126963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/04/memoirs-of-socialite-reflection.html' title='Memoirs of a Socialite: Reflection'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-2294036641048032480</id><published>2010-04-06T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T00:04:40.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foto Magik</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S9FGgUxn0vI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xsyJL-01j-s/s1600/cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463225344123720434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S9FGgUxn0vI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xsyJL-01j-s/s400/cover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7wEBanBjdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2S5R9e4-wfg/s1600/s%26m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 342px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457241270835580370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7wEBanBjdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2S5R9e4-wfg/s400/s%26m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7wDbX0_r2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Nfd50NIk40s/s1600/famous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457240617253842786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7wDbX0_r2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Nfd50NIk40s/s400/famous.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7wDS34O5jI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gD-5tnCvQgA/s1600/Hot+Pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457240471238534706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7wDS34O5jI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gD-5tnCvQgA/s400/Hot+Pink.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7wDIDTMpjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/pNjo8u1t8y8/s1600/gallery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457240285325862450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7wDIDTMpjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/pNjo8u1t8y8/s400/gallery.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7wC88DmVFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/F8xuZ9wD604/s1600/billboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 323px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457240094402827346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7wC88DmVFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/F8xuZ9wD604/s400/billboard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7wC2X7yy5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/E0R8AXwaBe4/s1600/Color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457239981627198354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7wC2X7yy5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/E0R8AXwaBe4/s400/Color.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7wCsGt-qDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/iOTnBv3SrRY/s1600/Drink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457239805207160882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7wCsGt-qDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/iOTnBv3SrRY/s400/Drink.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-2294036641048032480?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2294036641048032480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=2294036641048032480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/2294036641048032480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/2294036641048032480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/04/foto-magik.html' title='Foto Magik'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S9FGgUxn0vI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xsyJL-01j-s/s72-c/cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-8668686800551123509</id><published>2010-04-05T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T18:09:38.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Followed Man of 2010</title><content type='html'>So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.... My friends that know me really well know that I can occasionally appoint myself with a new title.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.... I mean Y not?  I like to think of them as the names of the ordinary people.... in my head.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tha&lt;/span&gt; Urban Socialite"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tha&lt;/span&gt; Urban Socialite?  He's fun.  The life of the party.  The first one U call when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lookin&lt;/span&gt; for a good time.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; him in a nutshell.  Oh and he DRINKS HEAVILY!!!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The New Twitter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y The New Twitter?  This one is funny.  It seems like in that last 6 months or so I've gained a lot of fans, followers, stalkers..... whatever u wanna call them.. Either way people been all in my business.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Talkin&lt;/span&gt; about it to each other.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Postin&lt;/span&gt; shit online.  Text, phone calls, whatever they can get to.  I mean &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; fine.  If u need something to talk about.... If &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; life sucks that bad.  FOLLOW ME!!!! But just understand what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gettin&lt;/span&gt; into. OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jairok&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jairok&lt;/span&gt; is a lover.  He's the one u wanna date.  He's the one that holds the door open for u.  He's the one that pulls &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; chair out for u.  He's a gentleman.  Gentle Giant even.  He's a pretty nice guy.  Romance and relationships are his thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-8668686800551123509?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/8668686800551123509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=8668686800551123509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/8668686800551123509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/8668686800551123509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/04/most-followed-man-of-2010.html' title='The Most Followed Man of 2010'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-1847017245369415015</id><published>2010-04-02T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T23:03:21.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S.E.X.</title><content type='html'>I love SEX.... Like I mean I REALLY LOVE SEX.  But is there something wrong with doing it with someone &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; into?  People act like I'm some freak show when I say I'm not on the sex thing right now...... Maybe I should say I'm not into diseases.  I'm not into to hoes.  Maybe then they'll get my point.I mean I WANT TO HAVE SEX &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; BAD!!!!! But I don't wanna just do some type of random, we only know each other by our screen name, we can't kiss, no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stayin&lt;/span&gt; the night hook up.  I mean how good can that type of sex be anyway?  I want to FEEL things I've never felt before.  So I guess I'm just OFF SEX for a while.  That sucks......... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-1847017245369415015?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/1847017245369415015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=1847017245369415015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/1847017245369415015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/1847017245369415015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/04/sex.html' title='S.E.X.'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-618757061667769658</id><published>2010-04-01T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T21:53:35.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Continued.....</title><content type='html'>OK.... Yesterday I got too sleepy to finish my thoughts.  I didn't want to start &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;talkin&lt;/span&gt; in circles so I just quit.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY!!!! So I think I'm a pretty good guy, a great catch even.  (if I do say so myself.... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) Being this great guy, I get confused to y I always turn up short in the romance department.... Y can't I find a long lasting love.... a relationship that is strong and steady.  I get to that 1 1/2 year mark and,  tho the stories may be different, Its always the same outcome &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt;. Is it me?  Am I doing something wrong?  I mean I need to know.  This is really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gettin&lt;/span&gt; outta hand. I don't wanna end up alone and lonely...... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;livin&lt;/span&gt; with CATS for the rest of my life or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so funny..... Without sounding too cocky, I have people hit me up all the time and ask me "y are u still single?"  HELL.... I wish I knew.  I wish I could see what exactly is going wrong before it happens, just to keep things on track for once.  I mean its crazy, I feel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; I'm living a double life.  On one hand U have the Jason that everyone knows and loves.... That fun loving care free guy.  Loves to eat drink and be merry. But on the other hand u have that Jason that secretly longs for romance and love.... That fights off loneliness and tears daily.  That Jason that wants nothing more than to celebrate 5... 10... 15... 20 years with someone.  Its crazy to me because most people my age just aren't looking for that.  Most young Black 20 something dudes out here are chasing whatever they can fuck on the first night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am..... alone.  In my room.  By myself.  Wondering what when wrong with who? Whose fault it was? Can it be revisited? Repaired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am looking for answers to this.  Its not too often I get this heavy in a post.... but I'm serious.  Y can't I be happy and share that happiness with someone special?  I'm tired of getting to know people.  I'm tired of dating for the sake of dating.  I'm tired of one night stands, casual encounters, unanswered phone calls, liars, cheaters, heart break, pain, loneliness.  I'm sick of this shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-618757061667769658?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/618757061667769658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=618757061667769658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/618757061667769658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/618757061667769658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/04/continued.html' title='Continued.....'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-1541607288149615320</id><published>2010-03-31T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:28:57.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..... I missed U TODAY</title><content type='html'>Ok..... So I'm sure I'm not the only one that feels this way.  I'm tired of being lonely.  Like enough is enough.  I would have never guessed this is how life would turn out for me.  How many times can u get to know someone?  How many times can u exchange numbers?  How many first dates do I have to go on?  I mean really.......... TO BE CONTINUED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-1541607288149615320?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/1541607288149615320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=1541607288149615320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/1541607288149615320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/1541607288149615320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-missed-u-today.html' title='..... I missed U TODAY'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-6018813206935896003</id><published>2010-03-18T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T16:54:23.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Break-up"</title><content type='html'>So OK..... I'm not gonna go into details.  But when its over, Its just over.  lol.  I'm not sure what else I'm supposed to say about that.  I mean really.... SO.  It didn't work out the way u wanted it too.... SO WHAT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-6018813206935896003?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6018813206935896003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=6018813206935896003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/6018813206935896003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/6018813206935896003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/03/break-up.html' title='&quot;The Break-up&quot;'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-5385922377648068844</id><published>2010-03-07T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T20:21:29.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BLESSED!!!!</title><content type='html'>You have what you need to be happy, you just haven't realized it yet.  We spend so much time complaining about our jobs, our relationships, our cars....... How lucky are you that you get to wake up and go to work?  How blessed are you to be in a relationship with a person that loves you?  How undeserving are you of that car, yet u still have it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to change our outlook on things.  I'm blessed beyond belief, because I choose my outlook on life.  We need to realize how much worse it could be and then take a minute and CELEBRATE WHAT WE HAVE RIGHT NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm BLESSED!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-5385922377648068844?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/5385922377648068844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=5385922377648068844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/5385922377648068844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/5385922377648068844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-blessed.html' title='I&apos;m BLESSED!!!!'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-3027363989829562722</id><published>2010-02-23T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T22:38:59.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace/Freedom</title><content type='html'>U know.....&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling poetic&lt;br /&gt;Like poetry should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dripping&lt;/span&gt; from my lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Streaming&lt;/span&gt; from my finger tips.&lt;br /&gt;But where do I Begin?&lt;br /&gt;Where do I end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;There's&lt;/span&gt; so much to be said,&lt;br /&gt;for not saying anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk peace&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peace that passes all understanding.&lt;br /&gt;Can I get some of that?&lt;br /&gt;Please?&lt;br /&gt;Just a moment of.......&lt;br /&gt;PEACE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Peace be Still.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;There's&lt;/span&gt; nowhere I can find peace.&lt;br /&gt;The harvest of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be free.&lt;br /&gt;..... But U won't let me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-3027363989829562722?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/3027363989829562722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=3027363989829562722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/3027363989829562722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/3027363989829562722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/02/peacefreedom.html' title='Peace/Freedom'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-6446839739795680072</id><published>2010-02-19T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T22:34:11.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Victims</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;.... Just for a minute I have to touch on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOUT OUT TO THE FASHION VICTIMS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like u people give me purpose at times.  I mean I feel a certain civic responsibility to discuss what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; wearing, and y.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Over &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Doin&lt;/span&gt; it" ones:  U people are so serious about what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt;.  I mean u take hours to get ready, u create &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; own uproar of sorts over what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; gonna be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm all for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;puttin&lt;/span&gt; in time to look nice, but are u for real?  I mean SERIOUSLY!!!! Cut it out.  Sure we're &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;waitin&lt;/span&gt; to see what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wearin&lt;/span&gt; next...... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;THATS&lt;/span&gt; BECAUSE WE ARE ALL SECRETLY &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TALKIN&lt;/span&gt; BEHIND UR BACK...... DUH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "I Just don't Give a F**k" ones:  It shows.  U just look like u gave up.  U care.  Everyone cares.  But the difference between u and them is that U quit mid way &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt;.  U can take an extra step to match &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; shoes to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; shirt.  U can IRON!!! U can comb &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; hair.  U can coordinate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; clothes so that we aren't all staring.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; if u don't we will be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt; I'm perfect, but what I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt; is I try.  I put forth an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;effort&lt;/span&gt;.  I have good looks and bad ones.  But I learn from my mistakes and keep it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;movin&lt;/span&gt;.  Fashion is a constantly evolving Monster.  We gotta keep up with the times.  Or at least look good tryin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on People.  IT'S 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-6446839739795680072?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6446839739795680072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=6446839739795680072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/6446839739795680072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/6446839739795680072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/02/fashion-victims.html' title='Fashion Victims'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-6915402550250865516</id><published>2010-02-18T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T17:41:20.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HangOver Blues.......</title><content type='html'>U know I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thinkin&lt;/span&gt;.... Y do we do it to ourselves? Y do we drink to the point that its just not fun anymore?  Or to the point that we black out and wake up Naked in the Bathroom floor of a hotel room..... DON'T JUDGE!!!!! Y?  Given all the scientific information and studies out there regarding the long term affects of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;drinkin&lt;/span&gt;..... Y do we still do it to the degree that we can hardly function the next morning? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are u having fun throwing up? Are u enjoying that headache? I just never understood that.  Like..... I like to party, I mean I REALLY LIKE TO PARTY.  But to the point that u have to get dragged out of somewhere or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;callin&lt;/span&gt; off work.  Fun shouldn't affect &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; life, especially &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; professional life.  Who does that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;..... what about drinking at home alone? Is that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;? I'm not talking a cocktail.  I'm talking about getting FUCKED UP..... alone tho! Is that cool? I never thought so.  I mean I don't judge, to each his own, but to me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt; some deeper issues there when u plan to sit at home ALONE for the EVENING and just get drunk.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; Alcoholic &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soundin&lt;/span&gt; ain't it?  I just want someone to let me know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I just don't get it.  I can't see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sittin&lt;/span&gt; in the house just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;drinkin&lt;/span&gt;.  Then what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... OK after all my rambling I think what I'm gonna do is stop &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;drinkin&lt;/span&gt;.  At least for a while.  I think We make alcohol so much more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt; to a good time than it really is.  So as of March 1st I'm not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;drinknin&lt;/span&gt; for a while.  We'll see how long this last.  I just wanna test it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-6915402550250865516?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6915402550250865516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=6915402550250865516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/6915402550250865516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/6915402550250865516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/02/hangover-blues.html' title='HangOver Blues.......'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-9164087107813503277</id><published>2010-02-15T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T18:33:27.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family.....</title><content type='html'>Family can really shock the shit outta u. Its crazy. Right? Who would have thought that the 4 of us would be the same (maybe even a little better)? I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love u guys. I really do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-9164087107813503277?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/9164087107813503277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=9164087107813503277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/9164087107813503277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/9164087107813503277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/02/family.html' title='Family.....'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-4799928985403464432</id><published>2010-02-07T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T01:04:37.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny how time Flies.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S26BWNLj0nI/AAAAAAAAADg/j17_dTLHxVM/s1600-h/9128241728_ORIG%5B1%5D.jpeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435424018778018418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S26BWNLj0nI/AAAAAAAAADg/j17_dTLHxVM/s400/9128241728_ORIG%5B1%5D.jpeg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever paid attention to how much things change in a YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S26BpbPGDxI/AAAAAAAAADo/929wy1MigSM/s1600-h/CIMG0747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435424348968455954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S26BpbPGDxI/AAAAAAAAADo/929wy1MigSM/s400/CIMG0747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy.... Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-4799928985403464432?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4799928985403464432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=4799928985403464432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/4799928985403464432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/4799928985403464432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/02/funny-how-time-flies.html' title='Funny how time Flies.....'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S26BWNLj0nI/AAAAAAAAADg/j17_dTLHxVM/s72-c/9128241728_ORIG%5B1%5D.jpeg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-2799357705782469852</id><published>2010-02-04T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T09:07:33.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..... Hmmm Whats to come?</title><content type='html'>U know... for some reason I'm just not feeling 2010.  U know usually a new year means new adventures, new starts, new beginnings.  This one for me hasn't been so new and exciting.  Its been more aggravating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A continued fight with an old friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new fight with an old friend.... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling out over MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less Jason time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relationship on the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure whats u got in store for me 2010, but it better be good BITCH.  Cuz I'm tired already.  If this is how this year is gonna go can I have 2009 back please?  She was a little boring, but she had waaaaaay less drama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-2799357705782469852?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2799357705782469852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=2799357705782469852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/2799357705782469852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/2799357705782469852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/02/hmmm-whats-to-come.html' title='..... Hmmm Whats to come?'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-3058395157731294640</id><published>2010-01-28T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T15:43:23.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in Charge of Tha Girls!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S2IWZmPsUlI/AAAAAAAAADY/XVCQX_rbUMo/s1600-h/CIMG0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431928729581146706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S2IWZmPsUlI/AAAAAAAAADY/XVCQX_rbUMo/s400/CIMG0665.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-3058395157731294640?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/3058395157731294640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=3058395157731294640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/3058395157731294640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/3058395157731294640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-in-charge-of-tha-girls.html' title='I&apos;m in Charge of Tha Girls!!!!!'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S2IWZmPsUlI/AAAAAAAAADY/XVCQX_rbUMo/s72-c/CIMG0665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-573564044686079156</id><published>2010-01-27T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T22:28:21.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEST FRIEND BLOG</title><content type='html'>I really need to take some time out to shout out my friends.  I mean the DIE HARD, DOWN FOR WHATEVER friends.  Now I guess I should talk about my sisters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth, Charisse, &amp;amp; Nicole are my right and left hands.  They really hold me down.  I mean I couldn't ask for a better set of sisters.  They love me no matter what.  Have never judged me.  They just have my back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is Weezie.  I don't know what to say about her.  She's just great.  Just a great person.  Thats my Backbone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew..... "I'mma a Diva..... I'mma I'mma a Diva!!!"  U gotta love this boy/homegirl (lol) here.  This man here probably knows EVERYTHING about me.  Down to the color underwear i wear (when I wear them). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin..... He's the same as Andrew, just with less pink.  LOL!!!  Those two together are my support..... My legs I'd say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh GOD!!!! EVONNE &amp;amp; ALLISHIA...... "Who's in charge of the girls?  I'm in CHARGE of the GIRLS"  Those 2 together have gotten me thru anything from failed relationships to long days at work.  These are my girls.  My funny bones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Guys I wouldn't trade for the world.  I love them all.  I couldn't buy a better bunch of people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-573564044686079156?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/573564044686079156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=573564044686079156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/573564044686079156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/573564044686079156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-friend-blog.html' title='BEST FRIEND BLOG'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-1134873749322507764</id><published>2010-01-05T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T21:33:47.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 rewind.......</title><content type='html'>What happened last year?  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January:&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February:&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March:&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April:&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Michael Alexander Curry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May:&lt;br /&gt;Sean Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June:&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July:&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August:&lt;br /&gt;NEW JOB (PRAISE GOD)&lt;br /&gt;My Birthday/Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November:&lt;br /&gt;FOOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pop's&lt;/span&gt; passed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...... 2009 was kinda boring.  Let's make 2010 better.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-1134873749322507764?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/1134873749322507764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=1134873749322507764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/1134873749322507764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/1134873749322507764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-rewind.html' title='2009 rewind.......'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-3137528240727662968</id><published>2009-12-13T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:24:46.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fears....</title><content type='html'>What are some of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; fears?  I mean what are u really afraid of?  We all have them right?  I know I do.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fears:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dying alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midgets.... (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;losing a limb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up Ugly (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; again, I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That dark place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean these are just a few.  But these are real.  This is what I'm afraid of.  But at least I'm willing to admit it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-3137528240727662968?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/3137528240727662968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=3137528240727662968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/3137528240727662968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/3137528240727662968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2009/12/fears.html' title='Fears....'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-3035421923783263647</id><published>2009-11-28T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:12:11.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Product of ur own EXCUSES!!!</title><content type='html'>U every run into someone that can raddle off 1001 excuses as to y they haven't made anything of themselves? I call those people "Products of their own Excuses." I mean really? How else do U explain being at the same point in ur life now as u were when u graduated High School? Its crazy right? I mean think about it. Most of us have been outta High School for at least 10 years. What were u doin 10 years ago? (Cashier at Jewel....lol) And what are u doin now? If they're both the same its time for u to do some heavy evaluating of ur life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 2009, and we really need to get it together. Clearly no one is gonna do it for us. Nor should they. GET OFF UR ASS!!!! I know I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-3035421923783263647?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/3035421923783263647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=3035421923783263647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/3035421923783263647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/3035421923783263647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2009/11/product-of-ur-own-excuses.html' title='Product of ur own EXCUSES!!!'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-6973021749949290402</id><published>2009-11-25T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:06:11.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's getting late.  Why you gotta be here?</title><content type='html'>So ok. I'm sittin here listenin to &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Floetry&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Getting Late&lt;/span&gt;". And for the first time in a long time I'm actually listenin to the words... And its really takin me thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby we need to Umm... talk about where we're takin this thing. How far we're gonna let this go. We've been here before..... It's getting late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's getting late... Why u gotta be here? Beside me. Watching, needing, wanting me. I'm afraid (Don't be). I'm Afraid (Don't Be). I'm so scared that you'll hurt me, TWICE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its that right there. That couple lines of the song that draws me in every time. I mean think about it. U come around and I start feelin so Sexxxy, so comfortable, so loved..... SO SCARED! I know u say I shouldn't but after all the things I've seen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEEL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do but act and react the way I do. I mean I've been down this road before. I know what happened next. I know what I want to happen too. But I'm SO scared. I know I may sound a little crazy or random in my speech but that just because when I think about U my head fills up with so many ideas and just scattered thoughts that I just can't help but to ramble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's getting late. Why u gotta be here? Beside me. Watching, needing, wanting ME?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its crazy to feel so sure and unsure at the exact same time. Is that my fault or urs? I don't know. I know I'm afraid. I know I shouldn't be. But I am. Ur great. And ur great for me. But that doesn't change the fact that I don't want to go down the same painful roads that relationships bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen... I've already been thinking about u in my mind. Far too often for u to be here at this time. U see, 1 hand is on 9 and the others on my THIGH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind of touch that can brush every care u've ever had away. At the same time ignite 101 fears. Fears and Nerves u wouldn't believe. Imagine wanting to express a feeling so bad that u get consumed by it.... to the point where u want to curl up in a ball and cry. That's how bad I want to make u happy. I want to please u in ur mind.. I want to stimulate ur soul. I want u. But I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;See.... there goes the randomness again. I can't help it. I'm so all over when it comes to u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see the memories replayed, same space, same place, same bodies Baby. I know theres a method to ur manliness, But I'm AFRAID."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats just it though. Sometimes I try to fit u into the mold, instead of just letting things.... BE. I didn't think I still dwelled in the past but maybe I do. OH the hell well. I need to get past it, right? Get over it, and start something new. I just need a lil kick in the ass to get me started down this very personal journey of discovery and healing. Care to join me Baby?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-6973021749949290402?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6973021749949290402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=6973021749949290402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/6973021749949290402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/6973021749949290402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-getting-late-why-you-gotta-be-here.html' title='It&apos;s getting late.  Why you gotta be here?'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-7699716588264219086</id><published>2009-11-15T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T13:32:44.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanted to DIE.</title><content type='html'>So this will probably be one of the Heaviest and most Honest post I'll ever write, but I feel like I need to talk about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dates back to the summer of 1996. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would soon be entering High School as a freshman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So confused about life as a whole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not knowing which way was up or down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...... but anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wanted to Die one night.  I sat in my bathroom crying and crying and really wanting to die.  But who wants to die right?  Not me, well at least not now.  But I can remember the thoughts racing thru my head.  I can remember the voices whispering "do it" in my ear.  I remember stealing my mothers pills that morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy thing about feeling this way is the fact that these feelings were brought on by some many other people.  When I was 13 goin on 14, I was fat (no sugar coating here).  I was about 5'6", 350lbs.  I was fat.  In addition to that, I was gay.  Yep.... me.  I'm GAY!!!! lol.  growing up in my house this was a NO NO.  Think about it.... I could be a complete fat ass but as long as I liked girls.  Sounds healthy?  But anyway, so I grew up hating myself.  I hated who I was, and what I looked like.  I hated myself for being gay because It wasn't how the family taught us.  And I hated being fat.  I mean society tells u what ur supposed to look like when ur a teenager.  Clearly I wasn't it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that night I took a bottle of pills and decided to end it all.  I was over it.  I didn't wanna keep goin.  I wanted to just be at peace.  But things didn't work out that way either.  THANK GOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I say that God  didn't see fit for me to leave yet.  There are parts of that evening that are rather choppy.  I remember laying in the bathroom floor, passing out and coming back.  I remember throwing up violently all night.  I can also remember my sister and mom sleeping quieter than church mice.  All this going on and no one woke up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back on things I see how its possible to get to that point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-7699716588264219086?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/7699716588264219086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=7699716588264219086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/7699716588264219086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/7699716588264219086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wanted-to-die.html' title='I wanted to DIE.'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-3981128291374382869</id><published>2009-11-15T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T17:39:49.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OK..... So Now What?</title><content type='html'>ok.  So now what am I supposed to talk about?  I mean I talked about my relationship enough.... I'm sure people are tired of hearin it..... (HATERS).  lol.  I don't know.  I need some topic suggestions.  In the mean time I think my friends deserve a blog dedicated to them.  Coming soon I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-3981128291374382869?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/3981128291374382869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=3981128291374382869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/3981128291374382869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/3981128291374382869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2009/11/ok-so-now-what_15.html' title='OK..... So Now What?'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-1312288897144629713</id><published>2009-11-12T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T11:26:15.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what u get when ur bored at work.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403300307184208274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/SvxhAGB5SZI/AAAAAAAAADI/CLex9SKNOLE/s200/draw2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403300396637938706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/SvxhFTRU5BI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kEyISSgoPHE/s200/draw3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/Svxg4KogesI/AAAAAAAAADA/VfanK_Fdmd8/s1600-h/draw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403300170980948674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/Svxg4KogesI/AAAAAAAAADA/VfanK_Fdmd8/s200/draw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-1312288897144629713?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/1312288897144629713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=1312288897144629713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/1312288897144629713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/1312288897144629713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-what-u-get-when-ur-bored-at.html' title='This is what u get when ur bored at work.....'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/SvxhAGB5SZI/AAAAAAAAADI/CLex9SKNOLE/s72-c/draw2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-4204070972496464953</id><published>2009-11-12T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T11:20:44.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OK..... SO NOW WHAT?</title><content type='html'>OK..... SO NOW WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats next?  Is it just me?  Am I the only one that wants to know what the next step is?  What the outcome of that is before it even happens?  I mean I wanna know.  Life is like the season finale of your favorite show.  U know where they give U that lil cliff hanger, that lil sneak peak right at the end.  Just enough to keep u coming back.  GOD!!!!! I just wanna know.  U think if I asked God real nicely he would tell me?  At give me a lil hint?  lol.  No such luck I guess.  What about a lil head nod God?  So I can know without being told.... lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE SURPRISES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-4204070972496464953?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/4204070972496464953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=4204070972496464953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/4204070972496464953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/4204070972496464953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2009/11/ok-so-now-what.html' title='OK..... SO NOW WHAT?'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-872234954287323787</id><published>2009-11-08T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:11:09.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember that Baby?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/Svd6JEQb0II/AAAAAAAAAC4/FUCBznxLDGA/s1600-h/CUTE3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401920574234284162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/Svd6JEQb0II/AAAAAAAAAC4/FUCBznxLDGA/s200/CUTE3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby this ones for u. and only u. Cuz ur the only one that I know will get it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the first few silent phone conversation? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember standin outside the Theater thinkin I wasn't comin? While I sat in the trunk of my car wonderin if I should leave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The white short mixed with a hot summer day, and a weird play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first Good Night Kiss? (on the cheek....lol)&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwwww........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the kiss in front of SPIN.... U know the first one! (When the Lesbians got all hot and bothered)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinnapple Express?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about The day after pinnapple Express?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember The "Its Official" Text Message (classy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the day u threw ur shirt away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember clothes folded in the corner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the first drunken attempt at SEX?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember 01-01-2009?&lt;br /&gt;I do. And I probably always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about Berry Chill &amp;amp; Chilli's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the inside joke with the GURLZ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember 02-14-2009?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about Pregnant Beth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or Helpin them move..... lol&lt;br /&gt;fun times that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could probably go on and on. Cuz we have so many memories. Baby I wanna make more. I want to build up what we have as high as it will go. And expand it as wide as possible. I refuse to let this go. I know things happen, I get on ur nerves and u on mine, but I love u too much to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never swear to God... but for this one I will. Babe I swear to God I love u with all my heart and I'm in it for the long haul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-872234954287323787?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/872234954287323787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=872234954287323787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/872234954287323787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/872234954287323787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2009/11/remember-that-baby.html' title='Remember that Baby?'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/Svd6JEQb0II/AAAAAAAAAC4/FUCBznxLDGA/s72-c/CUTE3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-3933319203417936591</id><published>2009-10-08T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T10:23:06.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just over it......</title><content type='html'>U know when I started this blog I thought I was gonna have a little fun, maybe get some things off my chest.  I never expected this.  I never thought  I would deal in all this emotion, all these issues.  I just wasn't expectin it.  But for the first time I get it.  I get y the mood swings come.  I get y I act the way I do.  I deal with everything on my own.  My mother is caught up in her own finacial woes.  My sister is knee deep in diapers and a new family.  My boyfriend is caughht between what his future holds and wanting to hold on to yester-years.  My best friend is just trying to keep it together.  So I deal with it on my own.  I take on everyone elses problems and put mine on the back burner.  I can kinda go to certain people on my list.  Not everyone.  And of those, not all the time.  So what do I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-3933319203417936591?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/3933319203417936591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=3933319203417936591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/3933319203417936591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/3933319203417936591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-just-over-it.html' title='I&apos;m just over it......'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-7453496866262768560</id><published>2009-10-02T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T22:09:25.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hero...... 10-02-2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/SsbcatJ5peI/AAAAAAAAACw/ssz7CfXRs_U/s1600-h/me+and+beth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388236355551208930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/SsbcatJ5peI/AAAAAAAAACw/ssz7CfXRs_U/s200/me+and+beth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A special blog for a special person in my life. My Hero. Today is a special day for u. I love u so much. U have been THE PERSON in my life I can count on, depend on, lean on. And I love u for it. Thank u. Enjoy ur day. Happy Birthday Beth!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-7453496866262768560?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/7453496866262768560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=7453496866262768560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/7453496866262768560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/7453496866262768560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-hero-10-02-2009.html' title='My Hero...... 10-02-2009'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/SsbcatJ5peI/AAAAAAAAACw/ssz7CfXRs_U/s72-c/me+and+beth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-6506320071858857039</id><published>2009-10-01T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:40:58.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lol... It is what it Is!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/SsT3XY5nVaI/AAAAAAAAACo/2xDgFMTkcXQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387703035435111842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/SsT3XY5nVaI/AAAAAAAAACo/2xDgFMTkcXQ/s200/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-6506320071858857039?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6506320071858857039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=6506320071858857039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/6506320071858857039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/6506320071858857039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2009/10/lol-it-is-what-it-is.html' title='lol... It is what it Is!!'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/SsT3XY5nVaI/AAAAAAAAACo/2xDgFMTkcXQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-2777222308900552983</id><published>2009-09-29T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:17:23.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caring is Sharing?</title><content type='html'>Ok.... so when we are young we are taught to share and share alike.  But what do u do when u get tried of sharing.  What about when u feel more like ur fighting for attention?  I'm sure its not just me that has experienced this.  Here's the situation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in a relationship for the last little over a year now.  And it seems lately that I am fight for attention.  Like time is divided by work, tv, friends, other friends, then me.  Its like ok..... At what point does my turn start?  At what point do I get to go first.  I mean how many more problems do u feel u have to solve for ur before u get to ME!?!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it pisses me of so bad because I've been down this road before in past relationships, and I know how this story ends.  U get so fed up that u make moves for urself and ur own happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want that this time.  I feel like I finally have something worth fighting for, and I want to make it work.  But I'm just soooooo fed up.  I'm just tired.  I don't know what I supposed to do.  What do I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-2777222308900552983?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/2777222308900552983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=2777222308900552983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/2777222308900552983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/2777222308900552983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2009/09/caring-is-sharing.html' title='Caring is Sharing?'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-9044689331935336034</id><published>2009-09-22T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:24:20.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>......... Blah!!!</title><content type='html'>So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm supposed to be able to vent right?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;.  Well..... I feel like SHIT!.  I feel so worthless and helpless right now.  Whats &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt; on inside this big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' head of mine?  Hell its a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mystery&lt;/span&gt; to me.  I wish I could get it together.  I need to get my life back, but where do I even start?  I don't know.  Where is the Vodka?  Vodka makes me think pretty.  lol.  Maybe I just need a hug?  I don't know whats goin on. LORD HELP ME!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-9044689331935336034?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/9044689331935336034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=9044689331935336034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/9044689331935336034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/9044689331935336034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2009/09/blah.html' title='......... Blah!!!'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-5621893425907600887</id><published>2009-09-20T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T14:28:13.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My own Xtraordinary Machine!!!  09-19-2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/SraeX5QOSwI/AAAAAAAAACg/WR7_4CfsE_8/s1600-h/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383664537911053058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/SraeX5QOSwI/AAAAAAAAACg/WR7_4CfsE_8/s200/rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, I was too much of a punk to give this to u in person. I'm a lil bit corny but u gotta love it..... lol. So here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be love... Because I can't stop thinkin about u. You're always on my mind, and I want to keep u there. So I can look at u, watch u do things u enjoy, see u smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be love... Because no matter how much time we spend together, it never seemd to be enough. Being with u feels so good that I find myself missing u before we even say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be love... Because I know that I could never feel as close to anyone else as I do u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-5621893425907600887?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/5621893425907600887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=5621893425907600887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/5621893425907600887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/5621893425907600887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-own-xtraordinary-machine-09-19-2009.html' title='My own Xtraordinary Machine!!!  09-19-2009'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/SraeX5QOSwI/AAAAAAAAACg/WR7_4CfsE_8/s72-c/rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-6145538880029383412</id><published>2009-09-14T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:29:46.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Dreams or a Beautiful Nightmare?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/Sq78D-itqSI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHDXR8o-twk/s1600-h/jasonandjames.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381515750012725538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/Sq78D-itqSI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHDXR8o-twk/s320/jasonandjames.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As much as I hate to say it (Because I'm not much a a Beyonce fan anymore)..... She hit this nail right on the head. "You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare. Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you. Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare. Somebody pinch me, your loves to good to be true." Wow!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-6145538880029383412?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/6145538880029383412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=6145538880029383412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/6145538880029383412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/6145538880029383412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2009/09/sweet-dreams-or-beautiful-nightmare.html' title='Sweet Dreams or a Beautiful Nightmare?'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/Sq78D-itqSI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHDXR8o-twk/s72-c/jasonandjames.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-1728760867208000874</id><published>2009-09-14T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T18:31:48.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back Jason!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/Sq7tqSbh-ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ADwdaIQTg3U/s1600-h/jairok00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381499915511921042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/Sq7tqSbh-ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ADwdaIQTg3U/s320/jairok00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I been gone for a lil bit reflecting a lot on life, love, and all that goos stuff. Is it just me? Doesn't everyone take a little time and kinda withdraw a little from the world and just sort things out? Plan out life? Or just see have far away from that plan u are, and how much time and work it would take to get back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats the point that I'm at. I feel like life has gotten so far away from the plan I kinda set that I have to figure out if I'm supposed to get back to that plan or is life taking control and putting me where it wants me to be? I'm not really sure.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-1728760867208000874?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/1728760867208000874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=1728760867208000874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/1728760867208000874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/1728760867208000874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2009/09/welcome-back-jason.html' title='Welcome Back Jason!!!'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/Sq7tqSbh-ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ADwdaIQTg3U/s72-c/jairok00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-706292353552530484</id><published>2009-09-01T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T18:34:25.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are u there Vodka?  It's me Jason.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/Sp3LjUr6BRI/AAAAAAAAABo/P2ClCM5JWMs/s1600-h/tire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376677337858966802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/Sp3LjUr6BRI/AAAAAAAAABo/P2ClCM5JWMs/s320/tire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;U ever have one of "Those" days When u just want some one to make it all better? I mean just wrap their arms around u til it all goes away days. That's my day. I mean it started out great. Woke up early this morning. Walked the dog. Got ready for work. U know the regular routine. When I got in the car and backed out the drive way I felt a force puing back to the house. I should've went with that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than wanting to take my finger and press the arm on the clock to help the time pass on it seemed like a regular day. I mean I still had the normal things kinda weighing on me. But I was cool. I'm strong. I can handle it. Right? Maybe not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean lets just be real..... This 6'4" 250+ frame of mine might look "Ford Tough"..... But shit. I'm human. I'mma a regular ol' person. I bleed when I'm cut and cry when I'm sad. I mean how much pressure and stress am I supposed to take before I cry out "uncle", before I throw in the towel. It just seems that I work hard.... press forward..... and just get knockwd down every time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who would have thought that a little flat tire would be that straw to break the camels back. I mean when I say it out loud it doesn't seem that bad. Its just a flat. Right? But when u add that to all the rest of the regular expenses, and all the everyday pressures, I just feel like I can't take anymore. Lord please...... a little help here. I mean really. Can I get a break? I just want to breathe for a minute. I'll man up in a minute and come back to it.... but can I get 5 minutes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. Are u there Vodka? It's me Jason. Its been a realy long day and I could use a hug.... lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-706292353552530484?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/706292353552530484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=706292353552530484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/706292353552530484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/706292353552530484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2009/09/are-u-there-vodka-its-me-jason.html' title='Are u there Vodka?  It&apos;s me Jason.'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/Sp3LjUr6BRI/AAAAAAAAABo/P2ClCM5JWMs/s72-c/tire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-7998553721232412657</id><published>2009-08-29T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T23:10:49.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do u do with disappointments?</title><content type='html'>So ok... Nobodies perfect. But I'm just sayin. I mean really is it too much to ask of someone to just follow thru? I mean set out to do something then just do it. Its not that hard. And y is it that the one U love the most is the same one that disappoints u first?  But then what?  Cuz u love them..... Right?  I guess u get over it.  I mean if u really love them u take them as they are.  U don't try to change them at all.  U never know... They may even surprise u.  (Thanx again for Sunday... lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-7998553721232412657?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/7998553721232412657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=7998553721232412657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/7998553721232412657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/7998553721232412657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-do-u-do-with-disappointments.html' title='What do u do with disappointments?'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789498967923878722.post-5560972681533049487</id><published>2009-08-28T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:14:32.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets talk about love....</title><content type='html'>So ok. Its safe to say I'm in love.  And its also safe to say that I'm loved in return.   But how weird is that? I'm the same person just last year that swore off love and relationships.  I mean this is so scary shit goin on in my world.  I guess this shows that you never tell what the future holds  huh?  lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789498967923878722-5560972681533049487?l=jasonacurry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/feeds/5560972681533049487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789498967923878722&amp;postID=5560972681533049487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/5560972681533049487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789498967923878722/posts/default/5560972681533049487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonacurry.blogspot.com/2009/08/lets-talk-about-love.html' title='Lets talk about love....'/><author><name>Jason A Curry, I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14376945879596497603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PttvRkk8uPw/S7bdAwwr3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/aFkBvQbkmbw/S220/prada.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
