<?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-1042204574942200529</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:07:55.392-08:00</updated><category term='RAGERS'/><category term='Genreal Intro'/><title type='text'>Peb's World!</title><subtitle type='html'>My blog is all about me and my opinions on the world around me!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pebpebsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1042204574942200529/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebpebsworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pebpeb86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745088841419465316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lhvg5uatY-o/SmenMejBJpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Up4Tj4WTdgE/s1600-R/shakiashantell17.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042204574942200529.post-362406000354797469</id><published>2009-07-24T09:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T09:11:40.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Night!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I am wondering if I should go out with my ex. I love this guy and even though we decided to end things because of distance we never quit talking. now I am where he is and I'm wondering if it is the right thing to do. When I couldn't be with him everything he did seemed to have been so glorified, but now I look at all his faults. What is up with me and love? We go back and forth and can never seem to meet in the middle. Is it that I don't have a love affair with humans, but with love itself? I used to think love didn't exist and when I finally let it in it has to be so damn confusing. Maybe I should say no to a date night with him and have one with myself, a moment of self realization, a time to get reacquainted with me. Yeah, a little fun in Peb's life made fun by Peb herself. Wow, what a great idea! Sometimes I amaze my damn self. Hotstuff. Peb.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1042204574942200529-362406000354797469?l=pebpebsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1042204574942200529/posts/default/362406000354797469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1042204574942200529/posts/default/362406000354797469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebpebsworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/date-night.html' title='Date Night!?'/><author><name>pebpeb86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745088841419465316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lhvg5uatY-o/SmenMejBJpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Up4Tj4WTdgE/s1600-R/shakiashantell17.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042204574942200529.post-981145644350837661</id><published>2009-07-23T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:20:59.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAGERS'/><title type='text'>More than ten things I hate about everything!</title><content type='html'>While I'm in the mood I'm in, I need to clear my throat on a few things. Below are a list of things that are really starting to piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bitches with XL muffin tops in size S shirts&lt;br /&gt;2. Bitches with 40 inch waists squeezing into size 3 jeans&lt;br /&gt;3. Folks that don't get that your and you're are not the same word&lt;br /&gt;4. The word recession...I get it...we ALL get it&lt;br /&gt;5. The word stimulus...once again we got it&lt;br /&gt;6. Now that the majority are having a hard time getting a job it's a big deal, but when it was just the minorities...you already know where I'm going with this&lt;br /&gt;7. People who use words out of context&lt;br /&gt;8. extenze commercials...if you gotta pop a pill to grow it, I don't want it...and if you stop taking the pill does it shrivel back down to nonexistent&lt;br /&gt;9. One damn dance with ten different names&lt;br /&gt;10. Pregnant chicks in clubs&lt;br /&gt;11. Women who smoke/drink while pregnant&lt;br /&gt;12. People who get 'saved' one week and party with me the next&lt;br /&gt;13. Folks who think weed is worse than alcohol&lt;br /&gt;14. Guys who only sag because their shorts are too short&lt;br /&gt;15. Guys who expect me to be impress because they have Chevys on 24s (when you have a Beamer and keep it classic and classy then I may turn and look for a second)&lt;br /&gt;16. Shiny ass quick weaves with the tracks showing...like why?&lt;br /&gt;17. WTF is 'being/acting black?&lt;br /&gt;18. People who laugh at the suggestion of reading a book.&lt;br /&gt;19. Just because I am black and get loud at one point does not make me ghetto (it means I'm mad as hell and you better get out of my face)&lt;br /&gt;20. Guys who get grills and can't talk with it.&lt;br /&gt;21. People with bad breath who always gotta be in your damn face when they talk.&lt;br /&gt;22. Stink ass people who dress to the nines...its called a bath...deo/perfume/cologne does not cover up funk it enhances it.&lt;br /&gt;23. People who say the love everyone...let's be real...half of the people reading I don't love your ass&lt;br /&gt;24. Girls who think striking a pose means bending over and showing their ass. I guess we know who isn't America's Next Top Model &lt;br /&gt;25. Parents with morbidly obese kids sitting in Mickey Ds chomping on a salad while little Billy kills a double Quarter Pounder with cheese extra value meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just some of the things that get under my skin. Trust...there are more to come. Peace Out. Peb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1042204574942200529-981145644350837661?l=pebpebsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1042204574942200529/posts/default/981145644350837661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1042204574942200529/posts/default/981145644350837661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebpebsworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-than-ten-things-i-hate-about.html' title='More than ten things I hate about everything!'/><author><name>pebpeb86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745088841419465316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lhvg5uatY-o/SmenMejBJpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Up4Tj4WTdgE/s1600-R/shakiashantell17.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1042204574942200529.post-6997943909692540527</id><published>2009-07-22T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:32:39.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Genreal Intro'/><title type='text'>My First Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So this is officially my first bog on blogger.com! Not my first blog ever, but now I feel all official with it. Funny, I sat this up and I have absolutely NOTHING to write about! Amazing I know. i could talk about myself...hmmm, that would work, but it would take me forever 'cause I am just that full of myself! I have been promising myself that I would set this up so now I have. Get ready though because when I have the chance to sit and get to it, I guarantee I will make some laugh, some nod with agreement and some mad as hell. It's just what I do. Peace out! Peb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1042204574942200529-6997943909692540527?l=pebpebsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1042204574942200529/posts/default/6997943909692540527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1042204574942200529/posts/default/6997943909692540527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pebpebsworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-first-time.html' title='My First Time!'/><author><name>pebpeb86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745088841419465316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lhvg5uatY-o/SmenMejBJpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Up4Tj4WTdgE/s1600-R/shakiashantell17.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
