<?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-1281334817930793307</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:58:05.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's What's Up with Skott</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is, according to Skott, what is going on.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-200664459764763318</id><published>2010-11-28T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T23:05:16.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Moved Again!</title><content type='html'>I've come to realize that it's time for another move. This time it will be super easy, and best for both of us. Easier for me, more aesthetically pleasing for you. Believe me. SO without any further adieu, I can be found &lt;a href="http://about.me/skott"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://trippinskott.tumblr.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy. Visit often. Many things will change and be updated. Leave comments. Interact with me. It will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my last and final post here on Blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-200664459764763318?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/200664459764763318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/11/ive-moved-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/200664459764763318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/200664459764763318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/11/ive-moved-again.html' title='I&apos;ve Moved Again!'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-5078395617715224496</id><published>2010-11-23T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T00:24:03.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a mousepad from OF?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TOt59xwkH1I/AAAAAAAAAoM/ktB1Lke3r_g/s1600/originalfake-leather-mousepad.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TOt59xwkH1I/AAAAAAAAAoM/ktB1Lke3r_g/s400/originalfake-leather-mousepad.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542657868645539666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OriginalFake take one of the brand’s familiar icons and reproduce it on a computer accessory with this leather mousepad. The all-black mousepad features leather wrapped around the OriginalFake tongue logo which has been seen in the past on various fashion and accessories. The OriginalFake Leather Mousepbad is available as of November 20th at OriginalFake Aoyama with a retail price of ￥3,500 (approximately $42 USD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-5078395617715224496?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/5078395617715224496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/11/need-mousepad-from-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/5078395617715224496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/5078395617715224496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/11/need-mousepad-from-of.html' title='Need a mousepad from OF?'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TOt59xwkH1I/AAAAAAAAAoM/ktB1Lke3r_g/s72-c/originalfake-leather-mousepad.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-8491313969353940789</id><published>2010-11-19T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T18:03:41.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Naturally the common people don't want war; neither in Russia, nor in England, nor in America, nor in Germany. That is understood. But after all, it is the leaders of the country who determine policy, and it is always a simple matter to drag the people along, whether it is a democracy, or a fascist dictatorship, or a parliament, or a communist dictatorship. Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is to tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same in any country.” - H.G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-8491313969353940789?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/8491313969353940789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/11/naturally-common-people-dont-want-war.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/8491313969353940789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/8491313969353940789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/11/naturally-common-people-dont-want-war.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-7236395618018146471</id><published>2010-11-17T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T21:55:08.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>actual post.</title><content type='html'>As I sit and reflect on this drizzly brisk evening, I notice the leaves are almost completely on the ground and I can&amp;#39;t help but to think about MY past year and what&amp;#39;s fallen apart and off for me. God knows it&amp;#39;s not been easy. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Friendships have come and gone, some have stayed gone and not many have come. This is nothing new for me. Used to it by now. Relationships are mirrored. Been drinking and smoking a lot more this year. It&amp;#39;s going to be the death of me. My weight is down. Mainly childrens sizes. Sleep schedule is crazed. Haven&amp;#39;t slept well in weeks. Feels like I&amp;#39;ve been awake for days. My eyes look it, at least. Worked more so far this year than any previously. I can feel it. Draped in mostly black these days, although not purposeful. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Even though the last paragraph sounds like hell, I&amp;#39;ve made it this far with all of it, and see no reason to stop or turn back now. Seems almost normal to me now. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As we all get ready for this week or so of Giving Thanks with loved ones, I leave you few with words of wisdom. &amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s only after we&amp;#39;ve lost everything that we&amp;#39;re free to do anything.&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-7236395618018146471?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/7236395618018146471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/11/actual-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/7236395618018146471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/7236395618018146471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/11/actual-post.html' title='actual post.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-2046763496873951989</id><published>2010-11-17T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T17:19:18.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TOR_AlwFbdI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ZEHCqJtIJJM/s1600/7672-55fa59-480-360.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TOR_AlwFbdI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ZEHCqJtIJJM/s400/7672-55fa59-480-360.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540693089683074514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-2046763496873951989?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/2046763496873951989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/2046763496873951989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/2046763496873951989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-s.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TOR_AlwFbdI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ZEHCqJtIJJM/s72-c/7672-55fa59-480-360.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-22363485389215668</id><published>2010-11-15T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T09:39:43.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few New Secrets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TOFwT0KNyNI/AAAAAAAAAn8/_aQKqbM2M-U/s1600/sunrise.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TOFwT0KNyNI/AAAAAAAAAn8/_aQKqbM2M-U/s400/sunrise.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539832502363736274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TOFwNz4uM4I/AAAAAAAAAn0/lTTQ-qPfJc8/s1600/noidea.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TOFwNz4uM4I/AAAAAAAAAn0/lTTQ-qPfJc8/s400/noidea.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539832399211148162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TOFwNammx4I/AAAAAAAAAns/JoS6jDsGRl8/s1600/londoneye.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TOFwNammx4I/AAAAAAAAAns/JoS6jDsGRl8/s400/londoneye.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539832392424277890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TOFwMoyOevI/AAAAAAAAAnk/03fNz7u5e6s/s1600/inspires.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TOFwMoyOevI/AAAAAAAAAnk/03fNz7u5e6s/s400/inspires.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539832379051244274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TOFwMPNW-eI/AAAAAAAAAnc/-uzPlhGwYkU/s1600/home.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TOFwMPNW-eI/AAAAAAAAAnc/-uzPlhGwYkU/s400/home.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539832372185725410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TOFwLpd66EI/AAAAAAAAAnU/1hsMYtQBMOw/s1600/death.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TOFwLpd66EI/AAAAAAAAAnU/1hsMYtQBMOw/s400/death.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539832362054641730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-22363485389215668?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/22363485389215668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/11/few-new-secrets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/22363485389215668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/22363485389215668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/11/few-new-secrets.html' title='A Few New Secrets.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TOFwT0KNyNI/AAAAAAAAAn8/_aQKqbM2M-U/s72-c/sunrise.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-1934581744022465415</id><published>2010-11-12T17:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T17:33:31.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>about.me/skott</title><content type='html'>Check me out: &lt;a href="http://about.me/skott"&gt;http://about.me/skott&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. It's everything you'd need to know about me. All in one place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-1934581744022465415?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/1934581744022465415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/11/aboutmeskott.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/1934581744022465415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/1934581744022465415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/11/aboutmeskott.html' title='about.me/skott'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-782727432684111815</id><published>2010-11-10T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T21:54:02.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man on The Moon.</title><content type='html'>Maybe if I was a jerk to girls, instead of being nice and speaking kind words. Then maybe it would be okay to say then I wasn&amp;#39;t a good guy to begin with. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-782727432684111815?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/782727432684111815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/11/man-on-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/782727432684111815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/782727432684111815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/11/man-on-moon.html' title='Man on The Moon.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-9219488046329605131</id><published>2010-11-09T13:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T13:01:29.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck The South.</title><content type='html'>Fuck the South. Fuck 'em. We should have let them go when they wanted to leave. But no, we had to kill half a million people so they'd stay part of our special Union. Fighting for the right to keep slaves -- yeah, those are states we want to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now what do we get? We're the fucking Arrogant Northeast Liberal Elite? How about this for arrogant: the South is the Real America? The Authentic America. Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we fucking founded this country, assholes. Those Founding Fathers you keep going on and on about? All that bullshit about what you think they meant by the Second Amendment giving you the right to keep your assault weapons in the glove compartment because you didn't bother to read the first half of the fucking sentence? Who do you think those wig-wearing lacy-shirt sporting revolutionaries were? They were fucking blue-staters, dickhead. Boston? Philadelphia? New York? Hello? Think there might be a reason all the fucking monuments are up here in our backyard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, No. Get the fuck out. We're not letting you visit the Liberty Bell and fucking Plymouth Rock anymore until you get over your real American selves and start respecting those other nine amendments. Who do you think those fucking stripes on the flag are for? Nine are for fucking blue states. And it would be 10 if those Vermonters had gotten their fucking Subarus together and broken off from New York a little earlier. Get it? We started this shit, so don't get all uppity about how real you are you Johnny-come-lately "Oooooh I've been a state for almost a hundred years" dickheads. Fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrogant? You wanna talk about us Northeasterners being fucking arrogant? What's more American than arrogance? Hmmm? Maybe horsies? I don't think so. Arrogance is the fucking cornerstone of what it means to be American. And I wouldn't be so fucking arrogant if I wasn't paying for your fucking bridges, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those Federal taxes you love to hate? It all comes from us and goes to you, so shut up and enjoy your fucking Tennessee Valley Authority electricity and your fancy highways that we paid for. And the next time Florida gets hit by a hurricane you can come crying to us if you want to, but you're the ones who built on a fucking swamp. "Let the Spanish keep it, it’s a shithole," we said, but you had to have your fucking orange juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next dickwad who says, "It’s your money, not the government's money" is gonna get their ass kicked. Nine of the ten states that get the most federal fucking dollars and pay the least... can you guess? Go on, guess. That’s right, motherfucker, they're red states. And eight of the ten states that receive the least and pay the most? It’s too easy, asshole, they’re blue states. It’s not your money, assholes, it’s fucking our money. What was that Real American Value you were spouting a minute ago? Self reliance? Try this for self reliance: buy your own fucking stop signs, assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s talk about those values for a fucking minute. You and your Southern values can bite my ass because the blue states got the values over you fucking Real Americans every day of the goddamn week. Which state do you think has the lowest divorce rate you marriage-hyping dickwads? Well? Can you guess? It’s fucking Massachusetts, the fucking center of the gay marriage universe. Yes, that’s right, the state you love to tie around the neck of anyone to the left of Strom Thurmond has the lowest divorce rate in the fucking nation. Think that’s just some aberration? How about this: 9 of the 10 lowest divorce rates are fucking blue states, asshole, and most are in the Northeast, where our values suck so bad. And where are the highest divorce rates? Care to fucking guess? 10 of the top 10 are fucking red-ass we're-so-fucking-moral states. And while Nevada is the worst, the Bible Belt is doing its fucking part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But two guys making out is going to fucking ruin marriage for you? Yeah? Seems like you're ruining it pretty well on your own, you little bastards. Oh, but that's ok because you go to church, right? I mean you do, right? Cause we fucking get to hear about it every goddamn year at election time. Yes, we're fascinated by how you get up every Sunday morning and sing, and then you're fucking towers of moral superiority. Yeah, that's a workable formula. Maybe us fucking Northerners don't talk about religion as much as you because we're not so busy sinning, hmmm? Ever think of that, you self-righteous assholes? No, you're too busy erecting giant stone tablets of the Ten Commandments in buildings paid for by the fucking Northeast Liberal Elite. And who has the highest murder rates in the nation? It ain't us up here in the North, assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this gravy train is fucking over. Take your liberal-bashing, federal-tax-leaching, confederate-flag-waving, holier-than-thou, hypocritical bullshit and shove it up your ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, you can't have your fucking convention in New York next time. Fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-9219488046329605131?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/9219488046329605131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/11/fuck-south.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/9219488046329605131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/9219488046329605131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/11/fuck-south.html' title='Fuck The South.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-436807623354172104</id><published>2010-11-05T02:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T02:09:43.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Show Goes On.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had the feeling that you was being had? Don&amp;#39;t that shit there make you mad? They treat you like a slave, with chains all on your soul and put whips up on your back. They be lying through their teeth. Hope you slip up off your path. I don&amp;#39;t switch up, I just laugh. Put my kicks up on their desk. Unaffected by they threats then get busy on their ass. See, that&amp;#39;s how my city made me. That&amp;#39;s how my Pops raised me. That glittering may not be gold. Don&amp;#39;t let no body play me. If you are my homeboy, you never have to pay me. Go on and put your hands up. When times are hard you stand up. I-A-M the man, cause I&amp;#39;m a brand that my fans trust. So even if they ban us, they&amp;#39;ll never slow my plans up! Ain&amp;#39;t no body leaving. Nobody&amp;#39;s going home. Even if they turn the lights out, the show is going on!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-L.F&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-436807623354172104?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/436807623354172104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/11/show-goes-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/436807623354172104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/436807623354172104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/11/show-goes-on.html' title='The Show Goes On.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-5264275006267458124</id><published>2010-11-04T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T17:05:51.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Don't Know Me.</title><content type='html'>You give your hand to me and then you say "Hello". I can hardly speak. My heart is beating so and anyone can tell. You think you know me well, but you don't know me. You don't know the one that thinks of you at night. Who longs to kiss your lips and yearns to squeeze you tight. No, I'm just a friend. That's all I've ever been. You just don't know me. I never knew the art of making love. Though my heart aches with love for you. Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by. The chance that you might love me too. You give your hand to me and then you say "Goodbye". I watch you walk away, beside the lucky guy. You'll never, never know. The one who loves you so. You just don't know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Ray Charles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-5264275006267458124?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/5264275006267458124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-dont-know-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/5264275006267458124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/5264275006267458124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-dont-know-me.html' title='You Don&apos;t Know Me.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-1435713311261494023</id><published>2010-11-01T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:06:14.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F6527264&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="81" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F6527264&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/hypetrak/kid-cudi-marijuana-produced-by-dot-da-genius"&gt;Kid Cudi- Marijuana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/hypetrak"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(4 minutes 20 seconds long, btw)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sweet new colorway in boxing shoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TM-MarvTkCI/AAAAAAAAAnE/sphivZRda6M/s1600/nike-trainer-manny-pacquaio-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TM-MarvTkCI/AAAAAAAAAnE/sphivZRda6M/s400/nike-trainer-manny-pacquaio-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534796857107255330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Manny Pacquiao prepares for his fast approaching bout versus Antonio Margarito, Nike unveils a new series of footwear for the Filipino superstar. Three different designs are offered, including new colorways in the Nike Trainer 1.2 Low as well as a high top boxing boot version of the shoe. The black quickstrike is now landing through select Nike accounts, while the white/gold edition will see a limited drop through doors like Undefeated and Fatlace San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I love this new Urban ResearchxCasio G-Shock watch &amp; the color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TM-MobBUhTI/AAAAAAAAAnM/6yak2-1-iAk/s1600/urban-research-x-casio-g-shock-dw-5600-0.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TM-MobBUhTI/AAAAAAAAAnM/6yak2-1-iAk/s400/urban-research-x-casio-g-shock-dw-5600-0.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534797093137581362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the numerous CASIO G-SHOCK collaborations seen over the last few years, URBAN RESEARCH has managed to put their own spin on the iconic DW-5600 using only black. The blacked out DW-5600 features little distinguishable markings aside from the white lettering on the face. Available through &lt;a href="http://www.urban-research.com/#/iD"&gt;URBAN RESEARCH&lt;/a&gt; stores in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-1435713311261494023?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/1435713311261494023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/11/quick-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/1435713311261494023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/1435713311261494023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/11/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TM-MarvTkCI/AAAAAAAAAnE/sphivZRda6M/s72-c/nike-trainer-manny-pacquaio-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-2716400278558117339</id><published>2010-10-31T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T20:43:38.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TM43WqOshBI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Xm8Xfn02RR8/s1600/gun+4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TM43WqOshBI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Xm8Xfn02RR8/s400/gun+4.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534421854517494802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinny ass pants and my fresh pair of Vans. If you bitches keep trippin' ya'll can share an ambulance. Throw up "blood" with my hands. My gang, poppin’ niggas. I smoke that kush and not that Reggie, for you name droppin’ niggas. All day I do it. I do it like Tony. Got a sign on my dick that say “Bad Bitches Only”. I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt. Man I’m on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked. Got a silencer on the ___, that bitch go “pew”. Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too. Yeah, all my niggas nuts and I’m a loose screw. Bitch, I get big bucks, pockets on Bruce Bruce. Yeah I talk that shit, bitch. I got bread, bitch I got toast. Welcome to the murder show. I am the muthafucking host. They call me "_______". Yes, I do the fucking most. I’m at their throats until they choke. The god has spoke. I need a smoke, wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got dark ass shades so I can’t see them haters. Now eat these fuckin bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter. Dress like a skater, ride on you like Shawn White. I’m high all day, you can call that shit a long flight. Every night’s a long night, every day's a holiday. I don’t fuck with squares now do that mean I’m out of shape? Yes I talk shit. I've got to defecate to conversate. Damn I  fuck the world, yup I fuck it till it ovulate. Get her to the crib, get in that pussy and just dominate. "Polo Ralph Lauren" bitch, that’s what my pajamas say. Big tall glass of some shit you can’t pronunciate. Booger in the bezel of my watch with the vomit face. Still I do not give you mother fuckers the time of day. With my _______ in your mouth I cannot make out what you trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-2716400278558117339?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/2716400278558117339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/10/skinny-ass-pants-and-my-fresh-pair-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/2716400278558117339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/2716400278558117339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/10/skinny-ass-pants-and-my-fresh-pair-of.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TM43WqOshBI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Xm8Xfn02RR8/s72-c/gun+4.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-1154277559275584205</id><published>2010-10-27T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T19:54:04.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for the End.</title><content type='html'>This is not the end. This is not the beginning. Just my voice, like a riot. Rocking all these revisions but you listen to my tone and my violent rhythm. Though my words sound steady, something&amp;#39;s empty within them. With fists flying up in the air. Like I&amp;#39;m holding onto something that&amp;#39;s invisible there because I&amp;#39;m living at the mercy of the pain and the fear. Until I dead it, forget it and let it all disappear. Waiting for the end to come. Wishing I had strength to stand. This is not what I had planned. It&amp;#39;s out of my control&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Flying at the speed of light. Thoughts were spinning in my head. So many things were left unsaid. It&amp;#39;s hard to let you go. I know what it takes to move on. I know how it feels to lie. All I wanna do is trade this life for something new. Holding on to what I haven&amp;#39;t got. Now I&amp;#39;m sitting in an empty room, trying to forget the past. This was never meant to last. I wish it wasn&amp;#39;t so. What was left when that fire was gone. I thought it felt right but that right was wrong. All caught up in the eye of the storm and trying to figure out what it&amp;#39;s like moving on. And I don&amp;#39;t even know what kind of things I said. My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead. Picking up these pieces now, where to begin. The hardest part of ending is starting again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-1154277559275584205?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/1154277559275584205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/10/waiting-for-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/1154277559275584205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/1154277559275584205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/10/waiting-for-end.html' title='Waiting for the End.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-128946455976786788</id><published>2010-10-26T22:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T22:09:33.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About.Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://about.me/skott"&gt;Check out my about.me profile! Duh.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-128946455976786788?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/128946455976786788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/10/aboutme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/128946455976786788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/128946455976786788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/10/aboutme.html' title='About.Me'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-7757287309805687550</id><published>2010-10-25T06:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T06:24:48.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jg5wkZ-dJXA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jg5wkZ-dJXA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/1281334817930793307-7757287309805687550?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/7757287309805687550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/7757287309805687550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/7757287309805687550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-7917323935039721865</id><published>2010-10-24T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T22:10:18.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Fantasized About This Back In Chicago.</title><content type='html'>Mercy, mercy me. That Murcielago. That's me the first year that I blow. How you say broke in Spanish? Me no hablo. Me drown sorrow in that Diablo. Me found bravery in my bravado. DJs need to listen to models. You ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy in your Serato? Stupid, but what the fuck do I know? And my bitch in that new 3 v5 low. So much head, I woke up Sleepy Hollow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-7917323935039721865?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/7917323935039721865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-fantasized-about-this-back-in-chicago.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/7917323935039721865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/7917323935039721865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-fantasized-about-this-back-in-chicago.html' title='I Fantasized About This Back In Chicago.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-935199926218722428</id><published>2010-10-21T23:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T23:43:13.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dont read this.</title><content type='html'>I would&amp;#39;ve came back for you, I just needed time to do what I had to do. Caught in the life, I can&amp;#39;t let it go. Whether that&amp;#39;s right I will never know. Hoping you will forgive me, never meant wrong. Tried to be patient. I guess I waited too long but I would&amp;#39;ve came back. I talk slicker than a pimp named SlickBack. Who just had his linen suit dry-cleaned, &amp;quot;Bitches, what&amp;#39;s up witcha?&amp;quot;. I hate calling women bitches, but the bitches love it. I took some sense and made a nickel of it. I&amp;#39;m urging all daughters to kiss their mothers with those lips that all that lipstick covers. You&amp;#39;re never too grown up to miss and hug her. And I&amp;#39;ve got at least two girls counting on me to be there like missing rubbers. I&amp;#39;m on some Marvin Gaye shit, a bunch of distant lovers. This isn&amp;#39;t the life that I&amp;#39;m used to. Reintroduced to people I&amp;#39;ve been introduced to. Did you forget me? Or are you too scared to tell me that you met me and fear that I won&amp;#39;t remember? I wish you could still accept me for me. I miss your face being all I wanted to see. I&amp;#39;m halfway across the state with dozens of bags and feeling like all four members of Color Me Badd. I got that Courtney Love for you, that crazy shit. I don&amp;#39;t drink every bottle I own, I be aging shit. I really think you stare at yourself and you see things. Fuck is up? Having lunch and debating fire arm prices. 23 and I&amp;#39;m going through a midlife crisis but trust me, I&amp;#39;ll still deliver like a midwife and no, I&amp;#39;m not saying I&amp;#39;m the nicest, I just live like it. I never threw away that paper with my graduation speech because I haven&amp;#39;t hit the pinnacles I plan to reach. As I sit here and remember kisses all on her body and her telling me to live in the moment. The short time that you and I got to spend with each other... baby, I&amp;#39;ll never forget none of that. I told you I was coming back.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-935199926218722428?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/935199926218722428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/10/dont-read-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/935199926218722428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/935199926218722428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/10/dont-read-this.html' title='dont read this.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-849353377542683338</id><published>2010-10-16T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T01:20:59.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Get over past relationships quickly. When people can&amp;#39;t get over, they go under!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-849353377542683338?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/849353377542683338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/10/get-over-past-relationships-quickly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/849353377542683338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/849353377542683338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/10/get-over-past-relationships-quickly.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-6705437656073657213</id><published>2010-10-14T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T21:42:04.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road. Time grabs you by the wrist and directs you where to go. So make the best of this test, and don&amp;#39;t ask why. It&amp;#39;s not a question, but a lesson learned in time. It&amp;#39;s something unpredictable, but in the end it&amp;#39;s right. I hope you had the time of your life. So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind. Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time. Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial. For what it&amp;#39;s worth it was worth all the while.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-6705437656073657213?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/6705437656073657213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/10/another-turning-point-fork-stuck-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/6705437656073657213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/6705437656073657213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/10/another-turning-point-fork-stuck-in.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-3806669707625352064</id><published>2010-10-14T07:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T07:23:59.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My game is like a wife, it demands loyalty &amp;amp; responsiblilty, the give back is tranquility &amp;amp; peace. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-3806669707625352064?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/3806669707625352064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-game-is-like-wife-it-demands-loyalty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/3806669707625352064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/3806669707625352064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-game-is-like-wife-it-demands-loyalty.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-1240718858562945317</id><published>2010-10-10T01:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T01:59:56.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never was much of a romantic. I could never take the intimacy, and I know I did damage because the look in your eyes is killing me. I&amp;#39;m guessing you&amp;#39;re at an advantage because you can blame me for everything. And I don&amp;#39;t know how I&amp;#39;m gonna manage if one day you just up and leave. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-1240718858562945317?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/1240718858562945317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-never-was-much-of-romantic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/1240718858562945317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/1240718858562945317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-never-was-much-of-romantic.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-2339070248846600685</id><published>2010-10-09T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T04:42:03.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"What is one thing that you miss from your past?"</title><content type='html'>Anonymous asked me this on my FormSpring, and it&amp;#39;s taken me almost a week to answer. Well what I came up with, most likely, isn&amp;#39;t what you&amp;#39;d think, or want me to miss most, but here it is:&lt;br&gt;I mostly miss when I must have been around 12 and a little chubbier. I used to visit my father, who lived with his grandmother, my great grandmother, who lived next to my grandmother, or my fathers mother. I used to hang out with my father all evening frequently walking my dog, Nitro, and eating popsicles and frozen pizzas until I would fall asleep on the couch watching WWF wrestling before La Femme Nikita came on and I used to wake up sharing a small ass couch with a large ass, snoring Boxer dog, who loved to sprawl out as he slept and as my great grandmother filled the living room with cigarette smoke. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That time is what I miss most from my past. Everything else from my past can go to hell. I will admit that this is probably not what Anonymous was looking for as an answer to The question, but it&amp;#39;s the truth. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-2339070248846600685?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/2339070248846600685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-is-one-thing-that-you-miss-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/2339070248846600685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/2339070248846600685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-is-one-thing-that-you-miss-from.html' title='&quot;What is one thing that you miss from your past?&quot;'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-3477064256716544978</id><published>2010-10-07T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T23:23:04.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>devil in a new dress.</title><content type='html'>May the lord forgive us. May the god&amp;#39;s be with us and that magic hour, I&amp;#39;ve seen good christians make rash decisions. She&amp;#39;s in there putting on her make up. She&amp;#39;s casually allure. Text message break up. How she gone wake up and not love Me no more? I thought I was the asshole, I guess it&amp;#39;s rubbing off. I&amp;#39;m looking at her like &amp;quot;This what you really want, huh?&amp;quot;. Why we arguing anyway? When the sun goes down, it&amp;#39;s the magic hour and out of all the colors that are still up the skies, she&amp;#39;s got green on her mind. I can see it in your eyes. Why you standing there with your face screwed up? Don&amp;#39;t leave while you&amp;#39;re hot. That&amp;#39;s how Mase screwed up. She was throwing shit around now the whole place screwed up. Maybe I should call Mase so that he could pray for us. Then we hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a seat. &amp;quot;I ordered you jerk&amp;quot;, she said &amp;quot;You are what you eat&amp;quot;. I always loved your sense of humor but tonight, you should have seen how quiet the room was. You love me for me? Could you be more phoney? Haven&amp;#39;t said a word to me this evening. What&amp;#39;s wrong, cat got your tongue?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-3477064256716544978?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/3477064256716544978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/10/devil-in-new-dress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/3477064256716544978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/3477064256716544978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/10/devil-in-new-dress.html' title='devil in a new dress.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-8707687767891531336</id><published>2010-10-07T01:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T01:59:44.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Runaway.</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;ll tell you all about one of my last girls...&lt;br&gt;She found pictures in my email. I sent this girl a picture of my dick. I don&amp;#39;t know what it is with females but I&amp;#39;m not too good with that shit. See, I could have me a good girl and still be addicted to them hoodrats and I just blame everything on you. At least you know that&amp;#39;s what I&amp;#39;m good at. See, I always find something wrong. She&amp;#39;d been putting up with my shit just way too long. I&amp;#39;m so gifted at finding what I don&amp;#39;t like the most. Let&amp;#39;s have a toast for the douchebags. Let&amp;#39;s have a toast for the assholes. Let&amp;#39;s have a toast for the scumbags. Every one of us that I know. Let&amp;#39;s have a toast to the jerkoffs&lt;br&gt;That&amp;#39;ll never take work off. I got a plan for all girls... Run away fast as you can.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-8707687767891531336?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/8707687767891531336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/10/runaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/8707687767891531336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/8707687767891531336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/10/runaway.html' title='Runaway.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-8958307019956702017</id><published>2010-10-06T20:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T20:25:43.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There&amp;#39;s a very simple way to tell how great I&amp;#39;m doing. I just check my hate-o-meter. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-8958307019956702017?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/8958307019956702017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/10/there-very-simple-way-to-tell-how-great.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/8958307019956702017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/8958307019956702017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/10/there-very-simple-way-to-tell-how-great.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-8006531643431164057</id><published>2010-10-06T00:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T00:14:43.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>⁠Gonorrhea</title><content type='html'>I am spending much more than I&amp;#39;m making on these ______ and these ___________. Is that too much information? I just bought a L____________ and I&amp;#39;m not even into racing, with a windshield full of tickets because I live right by the station. I am trying to figure out why you so mad at me. Yes, I&amp;#39;m with ____________________, so stop asking me. I be with the dread with the tattoo&amp;#39;s on his head and a flag the color red like a fucking low battery. Yall keep trying to peep the shit I&amp;#39;m wildin&amp;#39; on. I be with your baby momma, you be with your child at home. Big red and two cups made of styrofoam. Big cheese, big bread call my shit a calzone. I will break your fucking collar bone. Me against the world, better pick which fucking side you on. I got a ___________ that I&amp;#39;m steady putting mileage on and I&amp;#39;m about to kill &amp;#39;em. Mr. M. is home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-8006531643431164057?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/8006531643431164057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/10/gonorrhea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/8006531643431164057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/8006531643431164057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/10/gonorrhea.html' title='⁠Gonorrhea'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-5752915986620942746</id><published>2010-10-02T00:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T00:40:53.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You let me in to your life on a whim and there was magic and fire in our nights. In loving I was just a little boy. I made mistakes that caused you so much pain. All I know is that I&amp;#39;m older now. Some people think that it&amp;#39;s best to refrain from the conventions of old-fashioned love. Their hearts are filled with holes and emptiness. They tell themselves that they&amp;#39;re too young to settle down. Well I promise that I&amp;#39;m older now and when the water gets high above your head, babe, don&amp;#39;t you see? While this has been hard enough on you. It&amp;#39;s been hard enough on me. I wasn&amp;#39;t looking when we built these walls. Let me spread my dreams at your feet. Let&amp;#39;s not let time&amp;#39;s bitter flood rise before my thoughts begin to run. I think I&amp;#39;m getting older now. I can&amp;#39;t stand the thought of another, talking to you sweet. Where would I be tonight if you hadn&amp;#39;t held me there, in your arms?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-5752915986620942746?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/5752915986620942746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-let-me-in-to-your-life-on-whim-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/5752915986620942746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/5752915986620942746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-let-me-in-to-your-life-on-whim-and.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-8030799967854287630</id><published>2010-09-30T01:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T01:30:20.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's A Story...</title><content type='html'>About my recent trip West.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I woke up in the rusted frame burned out old Deville. My legs are shot and they&amp;#39;re flushed with pain but I can&amp;#39;t keep them still. The sun sets and I&amp;#39;m afraid of the itching in my skin. I stumble down the boulevard of neon encrusted temples. I was looking for the grace of God in the arms of a fellow stranger. Disciples handed me catalogues of concubines as I stumbled down the boulevard crying.&lt;br&gt;Welcome to fabulous.&lt;br&gt;Welcome to fabulous Las Vegas.&lt;br&gt;Give us your dreamers, your harlots and your sins. Las Vegas. Didn&amp;#39;t nobody tell you the house will always win?&lt;br&gt;Cameras on the ceiling tile no place for me to hide. It was a hundred seven and I was looking for shade that no palm tree could provide but there&amp;#39;s a little girl I remember back in Illinois. I have this reoccuring dream where I see her playing hide and seek with a woman who used to know me very well. Sunsets and neon lights. Call girls and neon lights. Black jack and lady luck. Cocaine and lady luck. Didn&amp;#39;t nobody tell you the house will always win? I came here thinking I could ease the pain. I came in spite of others&amp;#39; good advice. I came here thinking sweet, sweet revenge. Bring me some sugar and let the games begin. I made a lot of bad decisions tonight but I&amp;#39;m breaking through. I came here to get over you. I had this dream about a wild bird, black feathered picking at your beating heart. You reach for me and shout, &amp;quot;I need your love!&amp;quot;, yet soon collapses when I call your bluff. I started shaking when you told me that you found somebody new and the lights are burning like kerosene. I can&amp;#39;t stop thinking about you and me. Did you cross your fingers when you told me you&amp;#39;d be true?&lt;br&gt;This is my tale of a time I went on a trip, and the things I thought about. All things are true. Hope you enjoyed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-8030799967854287630?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/8030799967854287630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/09/heres-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/8030799967854287630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/8030799967854287630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/09/heres-story.html' title='Here&apos;s A Story...'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-2472325398380467215</id><published>2010-09-27T22:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T22:32:50.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom Sachs x KRINK</title><content type='html'>Who wants to buy me some markers that cost €450 or $606.33? Thanks in advance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TKF9uflUwVI/AAAAAAAAAm0/3oVddVsbxv0/s1600/krink+tom+sachs+set+0+Tom+Sachs+x+KRINK+Marker+Set.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TKF9uflUwVI/AAAAAAAAAm0/3oVddVsbxv0/s400/krink+tom+sachs+set+0+Tom+Sachs+x+KRINK+Marker+Set.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521832855838441810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-2472325398380467215?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/2472325398380467215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/09/tom-sachs-x-krink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/2472325398380467215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/2472325398380467215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/09/tom-sachs-x-krink.html' title='Tom Sachs x KRINK'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TKF9uflUwVI/AAAAAAAAAm0/3oVddVsbxv0/s72-c/krink+tom+sachs+set+0+Tom+Sachs+x+KRINK+Marker+Set.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-5721348245129912030</id><published>2010-09-27T22:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T22:26:46.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing's really as it seems. Yeah, I should have known that. I thought I called an Angel but the Devil had my phones tapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-5721348245129912030?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/5721348245129912030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/09/nothings-really-as-it-seems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/5721348245129912030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/5721348245129912030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/09/nothings-really-as-it-seems.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-561244299816076091</id><published>2010-09-27T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T22:26:38.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome pizza box.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="400" height="342" id="gorillaPlayer_dv001"&gt;&lt;param name="swliveconnect" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://cdn.springboard.gorillanation.com/storage/xplayer/dv001.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="e=4bffc0037b3a3a49328d685cccfc7c21cc002973d57a44951a38fddf065f5c696a66be9b89ee2d2f0947d4e15d253124c7d296b9a2a5d695fdd446d15f64f11765e48b3c69f68735f2c0d80b0b967dbf383ccf85d3b0fcebe03d34a7&amp;width=400&amp;height=342&amp;pid=dv001&amp;autostart=false&amp;allowscriptaccess=always&amp;usefullscreen=true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://cdn.springboard.gorillanation.com/storage/xplayer/dv001.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" name="gorillaPlayer_dv001" width="400" height="342" allowscriptaccess="always" swliveconnect="true" allowfullscreen="true"  flashvars="e=4bffc0037b3a3a49328d685cccfc7c21cc002973d57a44951a38fddf065f5c696a66be9b89ee2d2f0947d4e15d253124c7d296b9a2a5d695fdd446d15f64f11765e48b3c69f68735f2c0d80b0b967dbf383ccf85d3b0fcebe03d34a7&amp;width=400&amp;height=342&amp;pid=dv001&amp;autostart=false&amp;allowscriptaccess=always&amp;usefullscreen=true&amp;esnapshot=4bffc0037b3a3a493b90685cccfc7c21cc002973d57a44951a38fddf065f5c696a66be9b89ee2d2f094ccde2702233248cc5acbea7a6db8fb1c24c9f4679fd1d69b8967e2fa1cd689d83865a42ca25ff7c4c8fc682fca9acbf7e60eded8712a6b6&amp;trueurl=http://www.doubleviking.com/videos/page0.html/revolutionary-pizza-box-13704.html"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-561244299816076091?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/561244299816076091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/09/awesome-pizza-box.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/561244299816076091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/561244299816076091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/09/awesome-pizza-box.html' title='Awesome pizza box.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-4970137370040263041</id><published>2010-09-22T21:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T21:05:22.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Use what works to do what you need. But, don&amp;#39;t pretend new training wheels make the bike go faster.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-4970137370040263041?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/4970137370040263041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/09/use-what-works-to-do-what-you-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/4970137370040263041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/4970137370040263041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/09/use-what-works-to-do-what-you-need.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-7882360893269873537</id><published>2010-09-20T14:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T14:26:58.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is how it is now. This is how it&amp;#39;ll always be. I never change. This is always me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-7882360893269873537?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/7882360893269873537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-is-how-it-is-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/7882360893269873537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/7882360893269873537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-is-how-it-is-now.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-6781392377292939546</id><published>2010-09-18T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T06:26:02.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let&amp;#39;s go back. Back to the Gap. Look at my check, wasn&amp;#39;t no scratch. So if I stole, wasn&amp;#39;t my fault. Yeah, I stole. Never got caught. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-6781392377292939546?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/6781392377292939546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/09/let-go-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/6781392377292939546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/6781392377292939546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/09/let-go-back.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-5185970891705610892</id><published>2010-09-16T21:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T21:49:21.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get going!</title><content type='html'>This day&amp;#39;s gonna happen whether I  smile, get busy, participate or not! Let&amp;#39;s go.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-5185970891705610892?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/5185970891705610892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/09/get-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/5185970891705610892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/5185970891705610892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/09/get-going.html' title='Get going!'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-2971701266426185013</id><published>2010-09-15T16:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T16:18:41.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What website do you spend the most time on?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;YourMom.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/SkottM?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything, son!&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/1281334817930793307-2971701266426185013?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/2971701266426185013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-website-do-you-spend-most-time-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/2971701266426185013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/2971701266426185013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-website-do-you-spend-most-time-on.html' title='What website do you spend the most time on?'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-7194335699879252566</id><published>2010-09-15T16:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T16:18:19.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How would you describe yourself in 3 words?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;FUCKING DOPE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/SkottM?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything, son!&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/1281334817930793307-7194335699879252566?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/7194335699879252566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-would-you-describe-yourself-in-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/7194335699879252566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/7194335699879252566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-would-you-describe-yourself-in-3.html' title='How would you describe yourself in 3 words?'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-2445971760066222630</id><published>2010-09-12T00:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T00:12:53.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was long gone before you had noticed that I left.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-2445971760066222630?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/2445971760066222630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-was-long-gone-before-you-had-noticed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/2445971760066222630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/2445971760066222630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-was-long-gone-before-you-had-noticed.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-7951944162395125357</id><published>2010-09-01T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T12:28:02.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.teamcoco.com/widget/countdown.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-7951944162395125357?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/7951944162395125357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/7951944162395125357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/7951944162395125357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-9179882438426214591</id><published>2010-08-29T02:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T02:14:45.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I&amp;#39;m spending all my time with the wrong women. I think I have a chance at love, but knowing me, I&amp;#39;d miss it because me dedicating my time just isn&amp;#39;t realistic. Man, the good girls got solid on me. They got a boyfriend, or left for college on me. Do I ever come up in discussion over double pump latte&amp;#39;s or low fat muffins, do I? Or is missing what we had out of the question? I&amp;#39;m probably just the reason that you learned your lesson. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-9179882438426214591?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/9179882438426214591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-think-i-spending-all-my-time-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/9179882438426214591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/9179882438426214591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-think-i-spending-all-my-time-with.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-7188606421602120162</id><published>2010-08-28T23:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T23:28:12.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hope that you&amp;#39;re happy. You really deserve it. This will be best for us both, in the end. I&amp;#39;ve been meaning to call you. I&amp;#39;ve just been so busy. We&amp;#39;ll catch up soon. Let&amp;#39;s make it a point to.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-7188606421602120162?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/7188606421602120162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-hope-that-you-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/7188606421602120162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/7188606421602120162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-hope-that-you-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-3314513596686403629</id><published>2010-08-27T23:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T23:03:45.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check. One, Two.</title><content type='html'>Your attention please. Your attention, I need. So I can sit you in a position from which I see it. Where I&amp;#39;m seated is scenic. Heavyweight is slim as a machinist or bulimic which means I&amp;#39;m somewhere in between it. I take it back for you like Wild Stallions from San Demas. I&amp;#39;m in the market for low mile three sixty Modena&amp;#39;s and a good organic cleaners. My car&amp;#39;s always a winner. Your car&amp;#39;s always pitted. We should call it Stanley Steemer&amp;#39;s. Most of my friends in gangs. My new nickname is Ghengis Khan but without the Ye but his last name is my sign. I ride with that demeanor. I&amp;#39;m armed to the teeth and your Venus and you&amp;#39;ve never been to the dentist. This is the school of hard knocks. I dean it, I done it. As well as the celebrated alumni&amp;#39;s. I donate to the campus and my name&amp;#39;s on the arenas but you can&amp;#39;t bring it to my court. Not even with subpoena&amp;#39;s and you can&amp;#39;t play my sport, but you can send cheerleaders and you can&amp;#39;t sit there. That section&amp;#39;s for the seniors and the sexy senoritas. So just move up to the bleachers. How you gonna school me when I grew up with your teachers? I know that you can&amp;#39;t hear me because I blew up all the speakers and the power line is hanging because I threw up all the sneakers. I ate up the impostors and I chewed through all the pizzas. I blacked out with my Mac out and I maxed out all the Visa&amp;#39;s. Accreditations and procedures. Just walk across my page and your life will be completed. You don&amp;#39;t need financial aid because this is just some free shit. You&amp;#39;ve been properly prepared so just throw your smoke up in the air. I&amp;#39;m Red Hot Chili, I&amp;#39;m Anthony Kiedis. My spirit smells teenage and Illinois feeling excellent. We hit them with the President. See, we set the precedence. I don&amp;#39;t feel I&amp;#39;m best. I just feel I&amp;#39;m better than. Everyone.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-3314513596686403629?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/3314513596686403629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/check-one-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/3314513596686403629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/3314513596686403629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/check-one-two.html' title='Check. One, Two.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-6354277277279297289</id><published>2010-08-27T20:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T20:42:18.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All of my good days outweigh my bad, and I won&amp;#39;t complain.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-6354277277279297289?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/6354277277279297289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/all-of-my-good-days-outweigh-my-bad-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/6354277277279297289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/6354277277279297289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/all-of-my-good-days-outweigh-my-bad-and.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-4397433189814967331</id><published>2010-08-26T05:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T05:30:31.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thought or Two.</title><content type='html'>In the end, we only regret the chances we didn&amp;#39;t take, the relationships we were afraid to have and the decisions we waited too long to make. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Makes me think and will hopefully effect my life positively somehow.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-4397433189814967331?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/4397433189814967331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/thought-or-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/4397433189814967331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/4397433189814967331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/thought-or-two.html' title='A Thought or Two.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-622785650506750662</id><published>2010-08-26T01:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T01:20:53.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m finna take ya&amp;#39;ll back to them better times. I&amp;#39;m gonna talk about my mama, if ya&amp;#39;ll don&amp;#39;t mind. I know I act a fool but I promise you I&amp;#39;m going back to school. I appreciate what you allowed for me, and I just want you to be proud of me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-622785650506750662?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/622785650506750662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-finna-take-ya-back-to-them-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/622785650506750662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/622785650506750662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-finna-take-ya-back-to-them-better.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-5365670914773565419</id><published>2010-08-25T20:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T20:52:56.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Last Thought For The Day</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;ve always been told that the key to a great relationship is not to find someone I can live with but someone I can&amp;#39;t live without. That&amp;#39;s how I know I haven&amp;#39;t found &amp;#39;Her&amp;#39; yet, because I&amp;#39;m living just fine, and even better without all those girls.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-5365670914773565419?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/5365670914773565419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-last-thought-for-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/5365670914773565419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/5365670914773565419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-last-thought-for-day.html' title='One Last Thought For The Day'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-5389630430155280848</id><published>2010-08-25T20:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T20:47:46.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I&amp;#39;ve found the secret to happiness for me; I usually wouldn&amp;#39;t, but I&amp;#39;ll share with you: It&amp;#39;s important for me to count my blessings while others are adding up their problems.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-5389630430155280848?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/5389630430155280848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-think-i-found-secret-to-happiness-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/5389630430155280848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/5389630430155280848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-think-i-found-secret-to-happiness-for.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-8353063338528700064</id><published>2010-08-22T21:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T21:35:54.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/THH6otk9GiI/AAAAAAAAAmk/amZoKHBg-xw/s1600/scrabbled.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/THH6otk9GiI/AAAAAAAAAmk/amZoKHBg-xw/s400/scrabbled.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508459396587133474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-8353063338528700064?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/8353063338528700064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/8353063338528700064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/8353063338528700064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/THH6otk9GiI/AAAAAAAAAmk/amZoKHBg-xw/s72-c/scrabbled.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-2113402009600469066</id><published>2010-08-19T02:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T02:34:31.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life will improve when you decide you don&amp;#39;t care. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-2113402009600469066?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/2113402009600469066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-will-improve-when-you-decide-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/2113402009600469066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/2113402009600469066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-will-improve-when-you-decide-you.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-6793680746687216695</id><published>2010-08-15T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T16:51:15.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Lego Star Wars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TGh9YsFYAZI/AAAAAAAAAl8/UbQ4Z6KFGsw/s1600/4876229708_11f1889d54_o.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TGh9YsFYAZI/AAAAAAAAAl8/UbQ4Z6KFGsw/s400/4876229708_11f1889d54_o.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505788407564468626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-6793680746687216695?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/6793680746687216695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/real-lego-star-wars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/6793680746687216695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/6793680746687216695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/real-lego-star-wars.html' title='The Real Lego Star Wars.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TGh9YsFYAZI/AAAAAAAAAl8/UbQ4Z6KFGsw/s72-c/4876229708_11f1889d54_o.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-2162603772393754982</id><published>2010-08-15T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T10:19:10.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Of These Are Mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TGghewGgCtI/AAAAAAAAAl0/pc66l0CtFi4/s1600/fourleaf.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TGghewGgCtI/AAAAAAAAAl0/pc66l0CtFi4/s400/fourleaf.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505687356652391122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TGghetfAHfI/AAAAAAAAAls/7sOcqbD4MZg/s1600/babygod.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TGghetfAHfI/AAAAAAAAAls/7sOcqbD4MZg/s400/babygod.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505687355949850098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-2162603772393754982?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/2162603772393754982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-of-these-are-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/2162603772393754982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/2162603772393754982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-of-these-are-mine.html' title='One Of These Are Mine.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TGghewGgCtI/AAAAAAAAAl0/pc66l0CtFi4/s72-c/fourleaf.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-8284580974562397095</id><published>2010-08-14T03:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T03:42:38.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>man on the moon.</title><content type='html'>They can&amp;#39;t comprehend or even come close to understanding him. I guess if I was boring they would love me more. Guess if I was simple in the mind, everything would be fine. Maybe if I was jerk to girls, instead of being nice and speaking kind words... Then maybe it would be okay to say then I wasn&amp;#39;t a good guy to begin with. Close my eyes, hide in the dark. It&amp;#39;s a curtain call, come one, come all. All I do is try to make it simple. The ones that make it complicated, never get congratulated. I&amp;#39;m something different in all aspects. Don&amp;#39;t want a woman just to love her assets. I still wife her up even with her flat chest. The type to get hurt but that&amp;#39;s the past tense.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-8284580974562397095?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/8284580974562397095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/man-on-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/8284580974562397095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/8284580974562397095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/man-on-moon.html' title='man on the moon.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-6239325802550747505</id><published>2010-08-14T01:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:56:12.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Be with someone who knows what they have, when they have you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s not a lack of attraction that usually messes up a relationship, it&amp;#39;s lack of friendship.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Have dignity... When people shut their ears, I always shut my mouth.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-6239325802550747505?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/6239325802550747505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/be-with-someone-who-knows-what-they.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/6239325802550747505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/6239325802550747505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/be-with-someone-who-knows-what-they.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-9168673787125749078</id><published>2010-08-13T23:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T23:14:43.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They say that I ain&amp;#39;t got the style, I ain&amp;#39;t got the class. I ain&amp;#39;t got the smarts that&amp;#39;s going to put me on the map and I&amp;#39;m a phony in disguise, trying to make it out of here. I&amp;#39;m an anti-social, anarchist who looks like so and so. They say I&amp;#39;m just a stupid kid, just a crazy radical. &amp;quot;What you&amp;#39;re doing is dead&amp;quot;, I probably should&amp;#39;ve stayed in school, another generation X, who somehow slipped up through the crack. You&amp;#39;d love to see me fall but I&amp;#39;m already on my back. Now I know I&amp;#39;m not a saint, I&amp;#39;ve been a sinner all my life. I ain&amp;#39;t trying to hide my flaws, I&amp;#39;d rather keep them in the light. They wanna criticize, scrutinize, cast another stone, burn me at the stake and sit and watch it from their throne. They say the devil is my pal, I do a lot of drugs. That people will only like me if they&amp;#39;re really fucking drunk. They think they know my thoughts, but they don&amp;#39;t know the least. If they listened to the words, they&amp;#39;d find the message that&amp;#39;s beneath&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here&amp;#39;s the moral to the story, I don&amp;#39;t do it for the glory. I don&amp;#39;t do it for the money, I don&amp;#39;t do it for the things. So all the critics who despise me, go ahead and criticize. It&amp;#39;s your charity that drives me and adds the fire to my flames&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-9168673787125749078?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/9168673787125749078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/they-say-that-i-ain-got-style-i-ain-got.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/9168673787125749078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/9168673787125749078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/they-say-that-i-ain-got-style-i-ain-got.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-4783609508738288918</id><published>2010-08-12T23:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T23:40:26.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;ve been told &amp;quot;Live your life in such a way that you never have to wonder what it might have been like had you just been yourself&amp;quot;, maybe that&amp;#39;s why I&amp;#39;ve always been an asshole to Everyone, Ever. It&amp;#39;s just me. I would apologize for it, if I were sorry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-4783609508738288918?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/4783609508738288918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-been-told-your-life-in-such-way-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/4783609508738288918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/4783609508738288918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-been-told-your-life-in-such-way-that.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-7425760245324931132</id><published>2010-08-12T03:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T03:30:14.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;d rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.&amp;quot; - K. Cobain&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-7425760245324931132?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/7425760245324931132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/rather-be-hated-for-who-i-am-than-loved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/7425760245324931132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/7425760245324931132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/rather-be-hated-for-who-i-am-than-loved.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-1199703253580156728</id><published>2010-08-11T23:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T23:03:44.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Get off of other peoples jock. It&amp;#39;s better to live your own life imperfectly, than to imitate someone else&amp;#39;s perfectly.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-1199703253580156728?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/1199703253580156728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/get-off-of-other-peoples-jock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/1199703253580156728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/1199703253580156728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/get-off-of-other-peoples-jock.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-4975125984976861862</id><published>2010-08-10T20:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T20:39:44.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you broken any bones?  If so, how?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I have never broken a single bone. Apparently, I'm the man of steel. Fuck A SuperMan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/SkottM?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything, son!&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/1281334817930793307-4975125984976861862?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/4975125984976861862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/have-you-broken-any-bones-if-so-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/4975125984976861862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/4975125984976861862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/have-you-broken-any-bones-if-so-how.html' title='Have you broken any bones?  If so, how?'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-6621685918761665747</id><published>2010-08-10T20:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T20:39:13.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What was your favorite toy to play with as a child?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;SNES, because I wasn't no fag. Duh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/SkottM?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything, son!&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/1281334817930793307-6621685918761665747?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/6621685918761665747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-was-your-favorite-toy-to-play-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/6621685918761665747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/6621685918761665747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-was-your-favorite-toy-to-play-with.html' title='What was your favorite toy to play with as a child?'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-2718849113644714253</id><published>2010-08-10T20:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T20:30:17.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I love you takes 3 seconds to say, 3 hours to explain, and a lifetime to prove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting go doesn't always mean giving up, it's just having enough wisdom to know some things can't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting go of certain people isn't saying I hate you, it's saying I LOVE ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-2718849113644714253?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/2718849113644714253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love-you-takes-3-seconds-to-say-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/2718849113644714253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/2718849113644714253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love-you-takes-3-seconds-to-say-3.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-8413076570931569552</id><published>2010-08-10T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T18:13:17.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, Please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TGH5GeOtfKI/AAAAAAAAAlk/cm3B95tVfSY/s1600/Baby-G+x+Hellz+Watches.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TGH5GeOtfKI/AAAAAAAAAlk/cm3B95tVfSY/s400/Baby-G+x+Hellz+Watches.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503954109212753058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-8413076570931569552?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/8413076570931569552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/yes-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/8413076570931569552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/8413076570931569552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/yes-please.html' title='Yes, Please.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TGH5GeOtfKI/AAAAAAAAAlk/cm3B95tVfSY/s72-c/Baby-G+x+Hellz+Watches.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-492618791449913954</id><published>2010-08-10T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T18:10:22.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love These.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TGH4WJ2BO2I/AAAAAAAAAlc/M38TAIeArS8/s1600/asics+culture+shoq+gel+lyte+3+preview+6+Asics+x+Culture+Shoq+Gel+Lyte+III+Preview.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TGH4WJ2BO2I/AAAAAAAAAlc/M38TAIeArS8/s400/asics+culture+shoq+gel+lyte+3+preview+6+Asics+x+Culture+Shoq+Gel+Lyte+III+Preview.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503953279106759522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TGH4VmL27gI/AAAAAAAAAlU/qP4XUHIw0PI/s1600/asics+culture+shoq+gel+lyte+3+preview+4+Asics+x+Culture+Shoq+Gel+Lyte+III+Preview.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TGH4VmL27gI/AAAAAAAAAlU/qP4XUHIw0PI/s400/asics+culture+shoq+gel+lyte+3+preview+4+Asics+x+Culture+Shoq+Gel+Lyte+III+Preview.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503953269534682626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TGH4VQCSqEI/AAAAAAAAAlM/g6_G_BGGBqM/s1600/asics+culture+shoq+gel+lyte+3+preview+3+Asics+x+Culture+Shoq+Gel+Lyte+III+Preview.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TGH4VQCSqEI/AAAAAAAAAlM/g6_G_BGGBqM/s400/asics+culture+shoq+gel+lyte+3+preview+3+Asics+x+Culture+Shoq+Gel+Lyte+III+Preview.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503953263588976706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TGH4VHio9LI/AAAAAAAAAlE/QgG43FGRX_o/s1600/asics+culture+shoq+gel+lyte+3+preview+2+Asics+x+Culture+Shoq+Gel+Lyte+III+Preview.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TGH4VHio9LI/AAAAAAAAAlE/QgG43FGRX_o/s400/asics+culture+shoq+gel+lyte+3+preview+2+Asics+x+Culture+Shoq+Gel+Lyte+III+Preview.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503953261308736690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TGH4Uusp3fI/AAAAAAAAAk8/lvY3Yqah75s/s1600/asics+culture+shoq+gel+lyte+3+preview+1+Asics+x+Culture+Shoq+Gel+Lyte+III+Preview.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TGH4Uusp3fI/AAAAAAAAAk8/lvY3Yqah75s/s400/asics+culture+shoq+gel+lyte+3+preview+1+Asics+x+Culture+Shoq+Gel+Lyte+III+Preview.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503953254639853042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-492618791449913954?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/492618791449913954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love-these.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/492618791449913954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/492618791449913954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love-these.html' title='I Love These.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TGH4WJ2BO2I/AAAAAAAAAlc/M38TAIeArS8/s72-c/asics+culture+shoq+gel+lyte+3+preview+6+Asics+x+Culture+Shoq+Gel+Lyte+III+Preview.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-6069095717896220624</id><published>2010-08-10T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T18:08:17.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like These.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TGH36skI6SI/AAAAAAAAAk0/L0ELgLbKZQY/s1600/converse+parra+chuck+taylor+hi+4+Parra+x+Converse+(RED)+Chuck+Taylor+Hi.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TGH36skI6SI/AAAAAAAAAk0/L0ELgLbKZQY/s400/converse+parra+chuck+taylor+hi+4+Parra+x+Converse+(RED)+Chuck+Taylor+Hi.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503952807390669090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TGH36WZ4-DI/AAAAAAAAAks/sHCT7w7U_u0/s1600/converse+parra+chuck+taylor+hi+3+Parra+x+Converse+(RED)+Chuck+Taylor+Hi.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TGH36WZ4-DI/AAAAAAAAAks/sHCT7w7U_u0/s400/converse+parra+chuck+taylor+hi+3+Parra+x+Converse+(RED)+Chuck+Taylor+Hi.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503952801442101298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TGH35xe3EVI/AAAAAAAAAkk/dFuCp3y-VhM/s1600/converse+parra+chuck+taylor+hi+2+Parra+x+Converse+(RED)+Chuck+Taylor+Hi.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TGH35xe3EVI/AAAAAAAAAkk/dFuCp3y-VhM/s400/converse+parra+chuck+taylor+hi+2+Parra+x+Converse+(RED)+Chuck+Taylor+Hi.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503952791530836306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TGH35h49VZI/AAAAAAAAAkc/6QkoIsWNulM/s1600/converse+parra+chuck+taylor+hi+1+Parra+x+Converse+(RED)+Chuck+Taylor+Hi.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TGH35h49VZI/AAAAAAAAAkc/6QkoIsWNulM/s400/converse+parra+chuck+taylor+hi+1+Parra+x+Converse+(RED)+Chuck+Taylor+Hi.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503952787345331602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-6069095717896220624?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/6069095717896220624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-like-these.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/6069095717896220624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/6069095717896220624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-like-these.html' title='I Like These.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TGH36skI6SI/AAAAAAAAAk0/L0ELgLbKZQY/s72-c/converse+parra+chuck+taylor+hi+4+Parra+x+Converse+(RED)+Chuck+Taylor+Hi.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-7029247016795361439</id><published>2010-08-08T19:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T19:22:40.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DGK x CASIO G-SHOCK GX56DGK-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TF9maRhuw4I/AAAAAAAAAkU/ZyRVRu-cuNA/s1600/dgk+casio+gshock+gx56dgk+1+DGK+x+CASIO+G+SHOCK+GX56DGK+1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TF9maRhuw4I/AAAAAAAAAkU/ZyRVRu-cuNA/s400/dgk+casio+gshock+gx56dgk+1+DGK+x+CASIO+G+SHOCK+GX56DGK+1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503229871237546882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-7029247016795361439?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/7029247016795361439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/dgk-x-casio-g-shock-gx56dgk-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/7029247016795361439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/7029247016795361439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/dgk-x-casio-g-shock-gx56dgk-1.html' title='DGK x CASIO G-SHOCK GX56DGK-1'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TF9maRhuw4I/AAAAAAAAAkU/ZyRVRu-cuNA/s72-c/dgk+casio+gshock+gx56dgk+1+DGK+x+CASIO+G+SHOCK+GX56DGK+1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-3020684736144852931</id><published>2010-08-07T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T13:07:10.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Power.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L53gjP-TtGE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L53gjP-TtGE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/1281334817930793307-3020684736144852931?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/3020684736144852931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/power.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/3020684736144852931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/3020684736144852931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/power.html' title='Power.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-3100189887658909207</id><published>2010-08-07T12:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T12:30:31.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you believe in God?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Fuck No! I Ain't That Dum. Muwhahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/SkottM?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything, son!&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/1281334817930793307-3100189887658909207?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/3100189887658909207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/do-you-believe-in-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/3100189887658909207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/3100189887658909207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/do-you-believe-in-god.html' title='Do you believe in God?'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-530369391006118107</id><published>2010-08-07T12:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T12:29:59.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What was your first paying job?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;WacArnold's. Whenever I turned 16. Duh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/SkottM?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything, son!&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/1281334817930793307-530369391006118107?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/530369391006118107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-was-your-first-paying-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/530369391006118107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/530369391006118107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-was-your-first-paying-job.html' title='What was your first paying job?'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-2132875948623334207</id><published>2010-08-06T02:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T02:11:45.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>her.</title><content type='html'>She&amp;#39;s getting ready so I know I&amp;#39;m gonna be here a while. In the bathroom with flat irons and nail files. Spending hours in salons on her hairstyles. In the mall steady racking up the air miles. Hit the gym step on the scale, stare at the number. She say she&amp;#39;s dropping 10 pounds, preparing for summer and she don&amp;#39;t do it for the men, men never notice.&lt;br&gt;She just does it for herself, she&amp;#39;s the fucking coldest. Intelligent too. She&amp;#39;s my sweetheart. I&amp;#39;ve always liked my women book and street smart. As long as they got a little class like half days and the confidence to overlook my past ways. Time heals all, and heels hurt to walk in but they go with the clutch that she carries her lip gloss in and look I really think that nobody does it better. I love the way she puts it together.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-2132875948623334207?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/2132875948623334207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/2132875948623334207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/2132875948623334207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/her.html' title='her.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-3338874503803565379</id><published>2010-08-05T09:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T09:04:14.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will be a better man, friend, role model, citizen, blogger, tweeter, artist, creator, giver, thinker, motivator and person.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-3338874503803565379?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/3338874503803565379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-will-be-better-man-friend-role-model.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/3338874503803565379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/3338874503803565379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-will-be-better-man-friend-role-model.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-5645086284085473452</id><published>2010-08-04T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T00:20:24.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I Love __________. I Told Her I'd Admit It. I Hope One Day We Get Married Just To Say We Fucking Did It And Girl I’m Fucking Serious. I’m With It If You With It Cause Your Pictures Turn Me On And Your Pants Are Mighty Fitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-5645086284085473452?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/5645086284085473452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/5645086284085473452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/5645086284085473452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-6505922928076901442</id><published>2010-08-01T08:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T08:55:49.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just listen to what he says.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8_ubzH_zd6Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8_ubzH_zd6Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-6705120492783928214</id><published>2010-08-01T05:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T05:41:34.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Go Cinderella. Orgasm blush, lipstick and conceiler. Devil in a tight dress. 5 and a half in boys. Ass is off the hook. My Cinderella about to lose the glass off her foot and when I find it is when I find you and we can do the things we never got the time to. Better late than never but never late is better. They tell me time is money, well we&amp;#39;ll spend it together. I&amp;#39;m down for whatever. You just lead the way. We go to dinner and you don&amp;#39;t even look at me to pay. I just knew that you was fine like a ticket on the dash.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-6705120492783928214?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/6705120492783928214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/go-cinderella.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/6705120492783928214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/6705120492783928214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/08/go-cinderella.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-2951527425652111147</id><published>2010-07-30T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T21:09:04.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, July 30th. 11:10P.M.</title><content type='html'>Beautiful evening. Muggy, overcast, dry and not too hot. Religious &amp;amp; spiritual; I&amp;#39;m neither but on nights that resemble tonight I entertain thanking someone or something for my life Not Being So Damn Bad. For those of you who may know or have known me, imagine that. Me? Thankful? Appreciative? Far fetched as it may be, could it be that our little Skott is getting a tad older and wiser? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A part of me wants to spill everything I want to say, right here, right now, and another part says &amp;quot;Who in the fuck even reads all this bullshit you write?&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Who even cares?&amp;quot;. Both are right. No one reads this, and no one cares. So for that, I will leave a little more of my thoughts behind tonight.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Honestly, I think taking a look at a lot of people whom I knew in my past, and their lives, and how they lead them, and where they are now, has caused me to stop for a second and take stock with my own shit. It&amp;#39;s not even like I have shit to show, like I&amp;#39;ve done something extraordinary or special in any sense of the word. Trust me. Sometimes I take time out and think of how my life Could have turned out, or how much different things Could be. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What if I hadn&amp;#39;t graduated high school?&lt;br&gt;What if I hadn&amp;#39;t the common sense that I have?&lt;br&gt;What if I wouldn&amp;#39;t have gotten away from the horrible relationships in my past?&lt;br&gt;What if I had a child with one of those crazy bitches?&lt;br&gt;What if had gotten married by now?&lt;br&gt;What if I lived in poverty, in a trailer park, with a cheating wife and kids?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That&amp;#39;s crazy shit to think about. To me at least. Anyway, I&amp;#39;ll stop rambling. I haven&amp;#39;t really got the time to extend anymore, but you get the idea. I&amp;#39;ll leave us all with a small piece of advice I heard today, that will make absolutely no sense to anyone but me, probably. You Have To Binge, Before You Can Purge. Maybe that&amp;#39;s exactly what I&amp;#39;ll start doing. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Continue to enjoy this evening and the company you keep, as I will. Goodnight.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-2951527425652111147?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/2951527425652111147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/friday-july-30th-1110pm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/2951527425652111147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/2951527425652111147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/friday-july-30th-1110pm.html' title='Friday, July 30th. 11:10P.M.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-8459200209762079154</id><published>2010-07-30T00:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T00:00:25.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don&amp;#39;t worry about the people in my past; There&amp;#39;s a reason they didn&amp;#39;t make it to my future.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-8459200209762079154?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/8459200209762079154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-don-worry-about-people-in-my-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/8459200209762079154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/8459200209762079154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-don-worry-about-people-in-my-past.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-1504864162534189632</id><published>2010-07-29T20:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T20:36:23.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My past arrogance has caused the failure of my past businesses .... be humble in your decision making. @kanyewest&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-1504864162534189632?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/1504864162534189632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-past-arrogance-has-caused-failure-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/1504864162534189632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/1504864162534189632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-past-arrogance-has-caused-failure-of.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-5804455302013558912</id><published>2010-07-29T04:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T04:05:09.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cool ain&amp;#39;t cool no more,it&amp;#39;s a new day education is the new motivation truth taste and beauty let&amp;#39;s raise our children better than us&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;￼@kanyewest&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-5804455302013558912?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/5804455302013558912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/cool-ain-cool-no-moreit-new-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/5804455302013558912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/5804455302013558912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/cool-ain-cool-no-moreit-new-day.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-265458839706061267</id><published>2010-07-28T18:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T18:03:29.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WANTED:</title><content type='html'>New (or gently used) woman &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST HAVE OWN TWITTER ACCOUNT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skilled Sandwich maker &lt;br /&gt;Drinker &lt;br /&gt;Smoker &lt;br /&gt;Kinky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitches o.k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO CUNTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-265458839706061267?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/265458839706061267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/wanted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/265458839706061267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/265458839706061267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/wanted.html' title='WANTED:'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-3127931800441827946</id><published>2010-07-27T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T22:29:22.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Shoe Kind of Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE-_P2c8u2I/AAAAAAAAAj0/v2J18OerZQQ/s1600/Mark+McNairy+x+Pro-Keds+Fall+2010.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE-_P2c8u2I/AAAAAAAAAj0/v2J18OerZQQ/s400/Mark+McNairy+x+Pro-Keds+Fall+2010.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498823949078543202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ The collaboration between Mark McNairy and Pro-Keds is finally coming to stores Fall 2010. The low top sneaker comes with a great suede upper in 4 colorways and features the signature red sole by the shoemaker. Union will be stocking them soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE-_ftCLVMI/AAAAAAAAAj8/JgQEtVCdHUQ/s1600/Converse+CT+Clean+CVO+OX.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE-_ftCLVMI/AAAAAAAAAj8/JgQEtVCdHUQ/s400/Converse+CT+Clean+CVO+OX.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498824221428241602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ Blending Chuck Taylor DNA with CVO lines, Converse presents the CT Clean CVO OX as a new model for Fall 2010. The results will be pleasing to some and upsetting to others. Now available at Concepts in 3 classic colors: black, red and navy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE-_yLra-PI/AAAAAAAAAkM/-3kLp8kgx9M/s1600/www.highsnobiety.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE-_yLra-PI/AAAAAAAAAkM/-3kLp8kgx9M/s400/www.highsnobiety.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498824538891942130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE-_xuMQSaI/AAAAAAAAAkE/h28RMplq6Ks/s1600/Pro-Keds+Royal+Plus+Leather.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE-_xuMQSaI/AAAAAAAAAkE/h28RMplq6Ks/s400/Pro-Keds+Royal+Plus+Leather.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498824530976590242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ Beautiful premium leather versions of the Pro-Keds Royal Plus have been released. The sneaker comes in both low and hi versions, featuring uppers entirely made of soft leather, including a leather toecap, hexagon eyelets and padded collar. Sweet, although I don't wear brown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-3127931800441827946?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/3127931800441827946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-shoe-kind-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/3127931800441827946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/3127931800441827946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-shoe-kind-of-day.html' title='It&apos;s a Shoe Kind of Day.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE-_P2c8u2I/AAAAAAAAAj0/v2J18OerZQQ/s72-c/Mark+McNairy+x+Pro-Keds+Fall+2010.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-8209929479908179302</id><published>2010-07-27T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T22:24:32.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vans DDSpawn 2010 Fall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE--zpN6CfI/AAAAAAAAAjU/wfFuCyJsBbs/s1600/vans+ddspawn+2010+fall+1+Vans+DDSpawn+2010+Fall+Collection.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE--zpN6CfI/AAAAAAAAAjU/wfFuCyJsBbs/s400/vans+ddspawn+2010+fall+1+Vans+DDSpawn+2010+Fall+Collection.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498823464489454066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New for Fall 2010 is Dustin Dollin’s eighth pro shoe with Vans, built on the platform of the now popular Mt. Edition Low, originally available only in Japan. Taking this stylish low-profile silhouette, Vans injected high performance features, including a reinforced upper for skateboarding as well as a full-length PU footbed for increased durability. Additional features include premium suede and perforated leather uppers, the Mt. Edition strap, custom pro graphics and colors and materials influenced by Dustin’s raw style. Four sharp colorways drop for Fall 2010. Dope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE--0ulHwqI/AAAAAAAAAjs/7prRxGSXMr0/s1600/vans+ddspawn+2010+fall+4+Vans+DDSpawn+2010+Fall+Collection.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE--0ulHwqI/AAAAAAAAAjs/7prRxGSXMr0/s400/vans+ddspawn+2010+fall+4+Vans+DDSpawn+2010+Fall+Collection.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498823483108868770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE--0aEEzmI/AAAAAAAAAjk/0ojFjg1zDqE/s1600/vans+ddspawn+2010+fall+3+Vans+DDSpawn+2010+Fall+Collection.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE--0aEEzmI/AAAAAAAAAjk/0ojFjg1zDqE/s400/vans+ddspawn+2010+fall+3+Vans+DDSpawn+2010+Fall+Collection.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498823477601554018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE--zy4A3aI/AAAAAAAAAjc/OnizKU6GZRQ/s1600/vans+ddspawn+2010+fall+2+Vans+DDSpawn+2010+Fall+Collection.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE--zy4A3aI/AAAAAAAAAjc/OnizKU6GZRQ/s400/vans+ddspawn+2010+fall+2+Vans+DDSpawn+2010+Fall+Collection.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498823467081981346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-8209929479908179302?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/8209929479908179302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/vans-ddspawn-2010-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/8209929479908179302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/8209929479908179302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/vans-ddspawn-2010-fall.html' title='Vans DDSpawn 2010 Fall.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE--zpN6CfI/AAAAAAAAAjU/wfFuCyJsBbs/s72-c/vans+ddspawn+2010+fall+1+Vans+DDSpawn+2010+Fall+Collection.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-281704858257865134</id><published>2010-07-26T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T22:52:09.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Things I Love.</title><content type='html'>Lohan. Watches. Lohan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE5zui0RXgI/AAAAAAAAAjE/FnCIiRhDeGE/s1600/September+Issue.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE5zui0RXgI/AAAAAAAAAjE/FnCIiRhDeGE/s400/September+Issue.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498459438523178498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE5zvEuJQ-I/AAAAAAAAAjM/4K7-vMK2Fno/s1600/raised+by+wolves+furni+2010+summer+watches+Raised+by+Wolves+x+furni+2010+Summer+Watch+Collection.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE5zvEuJQ-I/AAAAAAAAAjM/4K7-vMK2Fno/s400/raised+by+wolves+furni+2010+summer+watches+Raised+by+Wolves+x+furni+2010+Summer+Watch+Collection.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498459447624287202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE5zubY3YKI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Z48pT3SirX8/s1600/September+Issue-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE5zubY3YKI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Z48pT3SirX8/s400/September+Issue-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498459436529180834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-281704858257865134?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/281704858257865134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/three-things-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/281704858257865134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/281704858257865134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/three-things-i-love.html' title='Three Things I Love.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE5zui0RXgI/AAAAAAAAAjE/FnCIiRhDeGE/s72-c/September+Issue.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-529635577834419992</id><published>2010-07-26T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T22:46:15.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pro-Keds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE5yhzkRNdI/AAAAAAAAAi0/4T8cpIMc1cY/s1600/pro+keds+69er+ripstop+5+PRO+KEDS+69ER+Ripstop.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE5yhzkRNdI/AAAAAAAAAi0/4T8cpIMc1cY/s400/pro+keds+69er+ripstop+5+PRO+KEDS+69ER+Ripstop.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498458120169534930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE5yhooI7LI/AAAAAAAAAis/agCxIU0pJe8/s1600/pro+keds+69er+ripstop+4+PRO+KEDS+69ER+Ripstop.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE5yhooI7LI/AAAAAAAAAis/agCxIU0pJe8/s400/pro+keds+69er+ripstop+4+PRO+KEDS+69ER+Ripstop.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498458117232979122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE5yha-95rI/AAAAAAAAAik/uVnBJzlNA8c/s1600/pro+keds+69er+ripstop+3+PRO+KEDS+69ER+Ripstop.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE5yha-95rI/AAAAAAAAAik/uVnBJzlNA8c/s400/pro+keds+69er+ripstop+3+PRO+KEDS+69ER+Ripstop.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498458113570629298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE5yg2KxfiI/AAAAAAAAAic/USHvM7zhBgI/s1600/pro+keds+69er+ripstop+2+PRO+KEDS+69ER+Ripstop.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE5yg2KxfiI/AAAAAAAAAic/USHvM7zhBgI/s400/pro+keds+69er+ripstop+2+PRO+KEDS+69ER+Ripstop.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498458103688035874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE5ygjiMnuI/AAAAAAAAAiU/vNMdSnNjsB4/s1600/pro+keds+69er+ripstop+1+PRO+KEDS+69ER+Ripstop.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE5ygjiMnuI/AAAAAAAAAiU/vNMdSnNjsB4/s400/pro+keds+69er+ripstop+1+PRO+KEDS+69ER+Ripstop.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498458098686009058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-529635577834419992?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/529635577834419992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/pro-keds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/529635577834419992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/529635577834419992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/pro-keds.html' title='Pro-Keds.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE5yhzkRNdI/AAAAAAAAAi0/4T8cpIMc1cY/s72-c/pro+keds+69er+ripstop+5+PRO+KEDS+69ER+Ripstop.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-4769143955556342869</id><published>2010-07-26T22:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T22:40:37.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Lupe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE5xNozbrCI/AAAAAAAAAiM/wR0BTleoQEU/s1600/lupe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE5xNozbrCI/AAAAAAAAAiM/wR0BTleoQEU/s400/lupe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498456674171333666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fsoundcloud.com%2Fhypetrak%2Flupe-fiasco-b-m-f-building-minds-faster&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="81" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fsoundcloud.com%2Fhypetrak%2Flupe-fiasco-b-m-f-building-minds-faster&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/hypetrak/lupe-fiasco-b-m-f-building-minds-faster"&gt;Lupe Fiasco - B.M.F. (Building Minds Faster)&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/hypetrak"&gt;Hypetrak&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-4769143955556342869?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/4769143955556342869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-lupe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/4769143955556342869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/4769143955556342869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-lupe.html' title='New Lupe.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TE5xNozbrCI/AAAAAAAAAiM/wR0BTleoQEU/s72-c/lupe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-9050316051174533184</id><published>2010-07-24T01:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T01:25:31.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I live for the nights that I can&amp;#39;t remember, with the people I won&amp;#39;t forget, spending all the money I just worked my ass off for, doing things that I wont regret. I&amp;#39;ve been waiting way too long, telling everybody that I know I&amp;#39;m about to be on. I aint trying look like I lie to these niggas that I came up with. That&amp;#39;s my team, never would I let a woman come between what I&amp;#39;m doing right now. This my dream. I&amp;#39;m a Wu-Tang nigga, want that cream. I&amp;#39;m the Osirus of the shit right now, go to guy for the shit, right now. How about you and all your morals, in that outfit that you borrowed, make the most out of tonight and worry bout it all tomorrow. &lt;br&gt;Call me over rated or created or too jaded&lt;br&gt;because any way you put it, bitch I made it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-9050316051174533184?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/9050316051174533184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-live-for-nights-that-i-can-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/9050316051174533184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/9050316051174533184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-live-for-nights-that-i-can-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-1691046235704849324</id><published>2010-07-22T22:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T22:15:42.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fireworks.</title><content type='html'>Money just changed everything. I wonder how life without it would go. From St. Francis, who knew that a flower would grow. Looking down from the top and its crowded below. My fifteen minutes started an hour ago. Truth over fake, you know I respect the blatant shit. When I hear people talking, I just dont know what to make of it. Hate is so familiar to me, I&amp;#39;m slowly embracing it. Doesn&amp;#39;t come natural, bear with me it could take a bit. My dreams is who I&amp;#39;m racing with. You can see I&amp;#39;m pacing it so that I&amp;#39;m always chasing it. I hope that my success never alters our relationship. This life is something I would die for. Its almost August now, but it&amp;#39;s looking like July 4. I&amp;#39;m just such a gentleman you should give it up for me. Look at how I&amp;#39;m placing all my napkins and my cutlery. I can tell it wasn&amp;#39;t love for you, I just thought you fuck with me.&lt;br&gt;Who could have predicted love could strike, now you&amp;#39;re stuck with me. Damn, I kept my wits about me luckily. What happened between us that night, it always seems to trouble me and you&amp;#39;re making it seem that it happened that way because of me but I was curious and I&amp;#39;ll never forget it baby. What an experience. You could have been the one but it wasnt that serious for you. There was smoke in the air before, now it&amp;#39;s me clearing it. That felt good. All and all I learned a lesson from it though, you never see it coming you just get to see it go. I should have looked up in the sky at first, now I see it in her eyes. Fireworks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Everything&amp;#39;s the same but it feels different. My dad called me up, knowing that I still listen and he&amp;#39;s still got his foot out, guilt tripping. It&amp;#39;s been years, though, I just learn to deal with it. For real. How many of our parents&amp;#39; marriages lasted? I was only 5, I bet I barely reacted. I&amp;#39;m still searching for that feeling, tell me where is the magic? Let&amp;#39;s stay together until we&amp;#39;re ghosts. I want to witness love, I&amp;#39;ve never seen it close but I guess I gotta find it first. That&amp;#39;s why I&amp;#39;m really going off like fireworks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-1691046235704849324?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/1691046235704849324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/fireworks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/1691046235704849324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/1691046235704849324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/fireworks.html' title='fireworks.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-4410043292064712884</id><published>2010-07-21T23:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T23:21:29.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>light up.</title><content type='html'>I been up for four days and getting money both ways. Dirty and clean. I could use a glass of cold drink. I keep thinking, how young can you die from old age? They always tell me nobody&amp;#39;s working as hard as you and even though I laugh it off, man, it&amp;#39;s probably true because while all of my closest friends out partying. I&amp;#39;m just here listening to all of the music that they party to but party on, party on, all night nigga. I got these new niggas nervous, prom night, nigga. I grow tired of these fuckin&amp;#39; grown-man liars. Storytellers, they ain&amp;#39;t even need a campfire but I just wanna tell the truth. Before one of these haters load up a couple shells and shoot and I&amp;#39;m a mother fucking missed target but a target nonetheless and I just started. Was that directed at moi? Can&amp;#39;t be. They must be talking to themselves. Them hoes is hands free and I&amp;#39;m just filling up this daily planner. I&amp;#39;m getting busy, its like I&amp;#39;m a star, no spangled banner. Jealous dudes get to talking on they pages and I just say I wrote it for your girlfriends. Yeah, that&amp;#39;s what life becomes when you&amp;#39;re doing you. Welcome to the real world, don&amp;#39;t let this town ruin you and if you pillow talking with the women that are screwing you, just know that she gonna tell another nigga when she through with you. Don&amp;#39;t get impatient when it takes too long and drink it all even when it tastes too strong. &lt;br&gt;Who would have thought I&amp;#39;d be caught in this life? I don&amp;#39;t do too much blogging. I just run the town, I don&amp;#39;t do too much jogging. And to these kids I&amp;#39;m like Windows 7. You let &amp;#39;em tell it, they swear that they invented you. And since no good deed go unpunished, I&amp;#39;m not as cool with niggas as I once was. I once was, cool as the Fonz was but these bright lights turned me to a monster. Sorry ma, I promised it wouldn&amp;#39;t change me but I would&amp;#39;ve went insane had I remained the same me. Fuck niggas, bitches too. All I got is this money, this&amp;#39;ll do. I gotta feel alive even if it kills me. I promise to always give you me, the real me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love, &lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-4410043292064712884?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/4410043292064712884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/light-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/4410043292064712884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/4410043292064712884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/light-up.html' title='light up.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-5778036644692326417</id><published>2010-07-09T01:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T01:10:06.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>have you ever lost someone close to you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I have. I always knew that I would look back at the tears with laughter. I never dreamed that I would look back at the laughter with tears.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/SkottM?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything, son!&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/1281334817930793307-5778036644692326417?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/5778036644692326417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/have-you-ever-lost-someone-close-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/5778036644692326417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/5778036644692326417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/have-you-ever-lost-someone-close-to-you.html' title='have you ever lost someone close to you?'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-1647303683410112148</id><published>2010-07-09T00:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T00:56:58.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>which is more important...the past, present, or future?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;‘Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future - concentrate your mind on the present moment’ - Buddha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/SkottM?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything, son!&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/1281334817930793307-1647303683410112148?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/1647303683410112148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/which-is-more-importantthe-past-present.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/1647303683410112148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/1647303683410112148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/which-is-more-importantthe-past-present.html' title='which is more important...the past, present, or future?'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-5744119619726346612</id><published>2010-07-08T23:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T23:28:06.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank Me Now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Mahalo from the hardest act to follow, lately I've been drinking like there's a message in a bottle. Aloha's to women with no ties to men that I know well, that way there are no lies. You could thank me now for all the info I give to you niggas on the brink of influential. I'm here for you niggas, I guess a hit doesn't add up to a career for you niggas. I must have been hard to watch, what a year for you niggas. I am living out a dream, it feels like I stayed up and I just wanna party PAT-Ron, straight up. Fuck that old shit, I'm on new things. I want one girls heart, she knows who she is, half was never the agreement. Who would have thought the route I chose would ever end up this scenic. You could thank me now… My goodness you're welcome, you're welcome. At this point, me is who I'm trying to save myself from, that&amp;#39;s how you know it's going down, in case another chance never comes around… Uhh, I&amp;#39;m a shallow nigga but deep enough to have gone swimming. I think I'm spending all my time with the wrong women. I think I have a chance at love but knowing me, I miss it because me dedicating my time just isn't realistic. Man, the good girls went silent on me. They got a boyfriend or left for college on me and all the bad ones I used to hit are gone now. That makes me wish I had a little less mileage on me but do I ever come up in discussion over double pump latte's and low fat muffin's, do I? Or is missing what we had out of the question? I'm probably just the reason that you learned your lesson. I got game for the Marilyn Monroe's who was there before it all. I guess that&amp;#39;s how it goes. They hear about your cons or focus on your pro's and love you for who you are from the bottom of their soul but those same ones from your area will grow into women that are ready to get married at &amp;quot;Hello&amp;quot; because of what they allow, where are they all now? I know they&amp;#39;re somewhere reading this, so I'm trying to make them proud. Searching for the meaning? You'll find it next to me and tell me that I'm the finest. I guess we finally get to see. I'm feeling like Nas. Who am I to disagree? They say that doors open up as soon as you find the missing key. It's probably why I'm in this bitch shining, I want to jump up in the sky and put the stars into alignment. My bandwagon&amp;#39;s full but you can try and run behind it. I'm sorry. I wanna be poolside, drinking margarita rounds. I wanna shout out to my city though I hardly be in town. I'm the Black Sheep, but Chris Farley wears the crown and I know life is just a game in which the cards are facing down. I'm in a world where things are taken, never given. How long they choose to love you will never be your decision and I'm aware this could be the last time you listen so while I'm still here, you can than me now. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt; S&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-5744119619726346612?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/5744119619726346612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/thank-me-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/5744119619726346612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/5744119619726346612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/thank-me-now.html' title='Thank Me Now.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-7917640319335529714</id><published>2010-07-08T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T20:59:25.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unforgettable.</title><content type='html'>I haven’t slept in days and me and my latest girl agreed to go our seperate ways. So I'm single... Thinking about what we had and missing you. I got something for these bad bitches too and all the girls that played me, eat your muthafuckin' heart out. Always gone, but never hard to find and since you can’t escape me, do I ever cross your mind? Because all this shit is new to me. I’m learning to behave and still spending every dollar they encourage me to save but I’m good. I’m looking forward to the memories of right now.  Never forgetting from where I came and no matter where I’m headed I promise to stay the same. For you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-7917640319335529714?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/7917640319335529714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/unforgettable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/7917640319335529714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/7917640319335529714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/unforgettable.html' title='Unforgettable.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-7693972566300113723</id><published>2010-07-08T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T20:42:44.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mahalo from the hardest act to follow, lately I’ve been drinking like there’s a message in a bottle. Aloha’s to women with no ties to men that I know well, that way there are no lies. You could thank me now for all the info I give to you niggas on the brink of influential. I’m here for you niggas, I guess a hit doesn’t add up to a career for you niggas. I must have been hard to watch, what a year for you niggas. I am living out a dream, it feels like I stayed up and I just wanna party PAT-Ron, straight up. Fuck that old shit, I’m on new things. I want one girls heart, she knows who she is, half was never the agreement. Who would have thought the route I chose would ever end up this scenic. You could thank me now… My goodness you’re welcome, you’re welcome. At this point, me is who I’m trying to save myself from, that's how you know it’s going down, in case another chance never comes around… Uhh, I'm a shallow nigga but deep enough to have gone swimming. I think I’m spending all my time with the wrong women. I think I have a chance at love but knowing me, I miss it because me dedicating my time just isn’t realistic. Man, the good girls went silent on me. They got a boyfriend or left for college on me and all the bad ones I used to hit are gone now. That makes me wish I had a little less mileage on me but do I ever come up in discussion over double pump latte’s and low fat muffin’s, do I? Or is missing what we had out of the question? I’m probably just the reason that you learned your lesson. I got game for the Marilyn Monroe’s who was there before it all. I guess that's how it goes. They hear about your cons or focus on your pro’s and love you for who you are from the bottom of their soul but those same ones from your area will grow into women that are ready to get married at "Hello" because of what they allow, where are they all now? I know they're somewhere reading this, so I’m trying to make them proud. Searching for the meaning? You’ll find it next to me and tell me that I’m the finest. I guess we finally get to see. I’m feeling like Nas. Who am I to disagree? They say that doors open up as soon as you find the missing key. It’s probably why I’m in this bitch shining, I want to jump up in the sky and put the stars into alignment. My bandwagon's full but you can try and run behind it. I’m sorry. I wanna be poolside, drinking margarita rounds. I wanna shout out to my city though I hardly be in town. I’m the Black Sheep, but Chris Farley wears the crown and I know life is just a game in which the cards are facing down. I’m in a world where things are taken, never given. How long they choose to love you will never be your decision and I’m aware this could be the last time you listen so while I’m still here, you can than me now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-7693972566300113723?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/7693972566300113723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/mahalo-from-hardest-act-to-follow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/7693972566300113723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/7693972566300113723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/mahalo-from-hardest-act-to-follow.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-6870725194445866348</id><published>2010-07-04T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T21:29:33.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Resistance.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday when I was getting high… You were invited. You would have liked it. I know you all too well. We said that we can kiss the past goodbye, but you weren’t excited. There’s no way to fight it. You can stay, but here I go. Should I spend the weekend in Vegas? I’m busy living the moment not taking pictures to save it. I mean how could I forget? My memories never faded. I can’t relate to you haters. My enemies never made it. I am… still here with who I started with. This game needed life and I put my heart in it. I blew myself up, I’m on some martyr shit. Carried the weight for my friends like a cargo ship. Yeah, I’m 23 with a money tree. Growing more too, I just planted 100 seeds. It’s ironic cause my mother was a florist and thats how she met my pops and now my garden is enormous. It’s happening Penny Lane. Just like you said I avoided the Coke game and went with Sprite instead. I’m trying to do better than good enough!&lt;br /&gt; What am I afraid of? This is what dreams are supposed to be made of. The people I don’t have time to hang with, always look at me and say the same shit. "You promised me you would never change". Am I wrong for making light of my situation? Now that I’m on, I don't want to worry about getting back on. I’m just trying to stay on and get my fucking buffet on. I heard they just moved my grandmother to a nursing home and I be acting like I don’t know how to work a phone but hit redial you’ll see that I just called some chick I met at the mall, that I barely know at all and plus this women that I messed with unprotected just text me saying she wish she would have kept it. The one I’m laying next to just looked over and read it. I couldn’t tell you where the fuck my head is. I’m holding on by a thread, its like I’m high right now and you can tell by looking at my eyes right now. That nothing really comes as a surprise right now. Cause we having the time of our lives right now, right?  I live by some advice this girl _______ told me. The other day _______ told me she missed the old me. Which made me question when I went missing and when I started treating my friends different. Maybe it was the fast pace switch up. Maybe cause the girl I fucking trusted set the whole shit up. I know, the same time, I’m quick to forget. I'm about to roll a blunt with my list of regrets. Burn it all, I’m starting it fresh because half the time I got it right, I probably guessed. Did I just trade free time for camera time? Yeah, I just need some closure, ain't no turning back for me. I’m in it til it’s over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-6870725194445866348?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/6870725194445866348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/resistance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/6870725194445866348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/6870725194445866348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/resistance.html' title='The Resistance.'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-3782191355739320484</id><published>2010-07-04T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T08:40:19.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you could go on vacation for the next month with an unlimited budget, where would you go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Easy. Tokyo, Japan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/SkottM?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything, son!&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/1281334817930793307-3782191355739320484?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/3782191355739320484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-you-could-go-on-vacation-for-next.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/3782191355739320484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/3782191355739320484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-you-could-go-on-vacation-for-next.html' title='If you could go on vacation for the next month with an unlimited budget, where would you go?'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-6901165464880721443</id><published>2010-06-27T02:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T02:04:31.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what is love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Love. - noun. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person. To me personally, though, &amp;quot;love&amp;quot; means being able to entertain the idea of spending your Entire life with someone, and Not want to punch children in the face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/SkottM?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything, son!&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/1281334817930793307-6901165464880721443?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/6901165464880721443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-is-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/6901165464880721443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/6901165464880721443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-is-love.html' title='what is love?'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-8352644421683783864</id><published>2010-06-24T23:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T23:44:21.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn&amp;#39;t.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent on the Sprint&amp;#174; Now Network from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1281334817930793307-8352644421683783864?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/8352644421683783864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/06/advice-is-what-we-ask-for-when-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/8352644421683783864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/8352644421683783864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/06/advice-is-what-we-ask-for-when-we.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-6636674361856245699</id><published>2010-06-24T17:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T17:16:59.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you could be on one TV show which one would it be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;The Boondocks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/SkottM?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything, son!&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/1281334817930793307-6636674361856245699?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/6636674361856245699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-you-could-be-on-one-tv-show-which.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/6636674361856245699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/6636674361856245699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-you-could-be-on-one-tv-show-which.html' title='If you could be on one TV show which one would it be?'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-6365752534569070505</id><published>2010-06-24T17:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T17:16:53.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you believe in God?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I believe in God, only I spell it &amp;quot;Nature&amp;quot;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/SkottM?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything, son!&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/1281334817930793307-6365752534569070505?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/6365752534569070505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/06/do-you-believe-in-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/6365752534569070505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/6365752534569070505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/06/do-you-believe-in-god.html' title='Do you believe in God?'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-8665187566031027035</id><published>2010-06-23T16:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T16:08:33.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What did you dream about last night?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;That there was a chick in the mens bathroom at a casino, and she dropped her fatty wad of cash, and I stole that shit, and for the rest of the dream, I thought she and her posse knew I had the money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/SkottM?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything, son!&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/1281334817930793307-8665187566031027035?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/8665187566031027035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-did-you-dream-about-last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/8665187566031027035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/8665187566031027035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-did-you-dream-about-last-night.html' title='What did you dream about last night?'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1281334817930793307.post-8127025066152533760</id><published>2010-06-23T16:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T16:07:18.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What did you eat for breakfast today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I don't eat breakfast. I'm a real man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/SkottM?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything, son!&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/1281334817930793307-8127025066152533760?l=trippinskott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/feeds/8127025066152533760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-did-you-eat-for-breakfast-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/8127025066152533760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1281334817930793307/posts/default/8127025066152533760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trippinskott.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-did-you-eat-for-breakfast-today.html' title='What did you eat for breakfast today?'/><author><name>S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEN2xSRfBbs/TG_wrbMYhYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VwRITbHTqpI/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
