<?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-8217173464802805346</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:02:11.733-08:00</updated><category term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W09VULv3f1Y/ShhplOmuCYI/AAAAAAAAABA/IFz-1VzefRA/s320/photo.jpg'/><title type='text'>The SoSe Project</title><subtitle type='html'>The SoSe Project Logging Internet interactions withing my peers. exposing, encountering, opinionated but never Taping into Reality from Virtual Reality on Playstation home &amp;amp; SL</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782353617772679920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SY9z-4yuuLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7Af_2lsErR4/S220/IMG00500.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>244</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-1532543243220873860</id><published>2011-12-30T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T03:03:22.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So</title><content type='html'>Blogging is really fucking hard now for the simple fact that i keep drama off here recently. What can i blog about? Well lol i did encounter some crazy Playstation home love here recently. I'll havta do some thinking about it to put it into a perfect perspective. Its rather interesting. I may even start doing a explore home type thing. I don't know... home has really changed a lot. Plus Playstation has new privacy rules so now u can't get "run by adds" from random people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and happy new Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-1532543243220873860?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/1532543243220873860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/1532543243220873860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2011/12/so.html' title='So'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-9141728233081451670</id><published>2011-12-21T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T17:46:42.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#Shemad (Im being me again!)</title><content type='html'>So you know i can't get online without messing with someone. Untill someone gets serious and blows things out of proportion. But this girl was way out of it. Lol, She went from hating me to liking me... to hating me again to liking me to telling me to come to her hood that i would get beat up. I turned the recorder off because she was giving out her Email address and phone number trying to actually get serious so there wont be a part 3. #fact is... She contradicted her self many times. Im not going to write in sync with the video but you can just watch and see for yourself. Pretty hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/TaUsGh8RnWs/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TaUsGh8RnWs?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TaUsGh8RnWs?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Basically she was trying to play the victom of being trolled before any of us steped in. I didn't say a word to her untill dominatrix started trolling her. She was being very rude because some guy was talking next to her. Scrolling the lyrics to the song. She claimed she knew the guidelines to playstation home and that she would get him suspended just for doing that. To me thats a lil chidlish... bitchmad and pussy all in 1 pot. &amp;nbsp;All she had to do was hit mute on him like she did everyone else. but because her comments wasnt needed he kept doing it JUST TO ANNOY her which made it even more amusing. Soons as the guy left everyone in the Area jumped on her head with the #Shemad comments. Funny moment and good times for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/jlnPwMHxtEo/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jlnPwMHxtEo?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jlnPwMHxtEo?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww weellll good or bad blogg ? I thought it was ok. Decent for me... stay tuned i may have more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-9141728233081451670?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/9141728233081451670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/9141728233081451670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2011/12/shemad-im-being-me-again.html' title='#Shemad (Im being me again!)'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-6997585391239295931</id><published>2011-12-20T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T18:48:34.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So it has Crossed my attention. Have you ever had a friend that..</title><content type='html'>I'm breaking the 4th! but not my own definition. Relate with me here for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dC6J6YUA8yM/TvFEws0UD-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/p6Uhq8rUIK8/s1600/jealous.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dC6J6YUA8yM/TvFEws0UD-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/p6Uhq8rUIK8/s320/jealous.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Scenario- It has to be 2 girls and a guy or 2 guys and a girl. The opposite sex are the 1s who are the new friends. The Same sex... 1 of them is Jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! have you ever had a friend who was so boring...You never had anything in common with? For example you actually know this person likes you. Wants to get with you. Gave him or her a chance before and they just&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;seem right? You stop talking to them for a long long time... then... 1 day they talk to you again and then you meet up with them and some other friends. his or her other friends ends up being really cool and interesting and you start to kick it with them more and then your "Friend" in the 1st place who was boring...Tends to actually want to start seem interesting again because he or she can't understand why you're kicking it with their friends now and not them? lol Then to top it all off they start sending you messages from social networks and text messages to your phone. Completely asking you and your new friend what you guys did all the time? Theres only a few situations or outcomes to this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the situation is you're JUST FRIENDS with the new friend and your own friend LIKES YOU it may happen like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Old friend starts to spaz for no reason on the both of you and or to&amp;nbsp;include&amp;nbsp;him or her into you and your new friends activities or you both can go to hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. give you The most STUPID&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;ultimatum&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;in the world which you know you and your new friend aren't going to go for unless 1 of you are not strong. For example, You believe you will lose a lot of perks or access too things if you don't give in to your old friend. I don't think anyone should care about the jealous friend acting this way in my opinion. That ultimatum is to no longer talk to your new friend anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He or She goes about ignoring you both and two facing you guys behind your back making up sexual rumors and other kinds of nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Someone gets into a heated fight. Theres more to think of but i really don't have much to jot about on the brain. I do know in the end its always bad... Don't be the jealous friend. Two friends are kickin back as friends Mind your&amp;nbsp;business. They don't really owe you much just because you linked them to meet each other. Be yourself... thats always interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-6997585391239295931?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/6997585391239295931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/6997585391239295931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-it-has-crossed-my-attention-have-you.html' title='So it has Crossed my attention. Have you ever had a friend that..'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dC6J6YUA8yM/TvFEws0UD-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/p6Uhq8rUIK8/s72-c/jealous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-2680121577587888390</id><published>2011-12-20T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T17:00:45.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Hair Blue eyes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gT-eZfgdT4o/TvErUku3P7I/AAAAAAAAAI4/gh84eI-8EY0/s1600/astrius.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="314" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gT-eZfgdT4o/TvErUku3P7I/AAAAAAAAAI4/gh84eI-8EY0/s320/astrius.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thats My beautiful mom. Astrius Jinx. By myside, behind me, infront of me all around me. Be afraid of Red hair and blue eyes. They are Exotic. They kill, deadly. FUCK YOU UP!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have niece's. Gboo, Blacc and Rayne. Second life nieces that i love to death. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news. Its Christmas time. Seems to be my favorite time of the year where I actually feel like i can be doing something with all this joy. Yes Joy i said joy, thats not my MO but... I came out of my deep dark hole. I just want be me and do what i enjoy. Thats keeping it fiction. Never&amp;nbsp;intended for the things in the past to happen which in result to me making stupid and silly emo blogs. OUT OF CHARACTER! I will not deal with those i've dealt with in the past etheir. Everyone is gone. Its just me. ME ME ME. The blogged on the left side aren't here anymore and im going to remove them soon (By the time someone reads this they should be removed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Was on playstation home for the 1st time in about a couple of months. I honestly do not know how long i been off but i first noticed.... FREE MOVIES! Xbox now has youtube... will be getting Crackle but Sony has it now. Crackle is Good. I like it... However its very laggy on playstation. You can watch it with your friends free inside your private space too. EXAMPLE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/qDNLiGhoGT4/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qDNLiGhoGT4?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qDNLiGhoGT4?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ how about them apples! NICE Right... gives me a reason to actually sign in. But that doesn't mean i didnt get in any Online bullshit tho. Lol I'll leave it for the next blog. The Title will be #Shemad. Will be after i post the Video. Don't think i will be doing any editing but i do have an intro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/DyOhk-7d3NI/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DyOhk-7d3NI?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DyOhk-7d3NI?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I Like it. Hope you all do... Can't wait to go viral again so EVERYONE CAN HATE ME...and really have nothing&amp;nbsp;relevant&amp;nbsp;to hate about sept... whats behind the "4th wall"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-2680121577587888390?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/2680121577587888390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/2680121577587888390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2011/12/red-hair-blue-eyes.html' title='Red Hair Blue eyes...'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gT-eZfgdT4o/TvErUku3P7I/AAAAAAAAAI4/gh84eI-8EY0/s72-c/astrius.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-3626819202830542495</id><published>2011-09-17T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T20:13:30.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO That has been a long hiatus!</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging! Its September. I got rid of all haters. If theirs more haters... or the same ones. Please, continue to hate. Lol PlayStation home still by god sucks. You still have no life, You still sign on to psn just to type "hey baby" to pixel titties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was browsing youtube and i saw 1 of my videos was stolen to bash the content of it. Me personally i felt the same way thats why i wasnt bothered. The person stole it and bashed home for people getting married. Originally we where supposed to crash that wedding but i was stuck into my "no drama" attitude at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eeDSzpbIUa4" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol but some dude grabed my video and let them all have it. I knew not a person in that video... i just recorded and threw music over it. Just for views for the song... He pretty much let everyone have it saying home fams are stupid (ditto!) and everythign on home is stupid. At the end of the day people its not real... so i agree with it being stupid if you're taking it way to far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Role playing is a way to explain what ur doing on home. But most don't say they are role playing because they are actually being themselves.... thats what makes home sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i received an email from the tranny i blogged below. She thanked me for telling it like it is. Me being humble as my new found leaf i told her its all good. Yea... i appreciate mf's who can be proud of who they are no matter what and i was honestly&amp;nbsp;enlighten&amp;nbsp;by that email. Seems I made me feel good. So a second Shout out to nikki for being a Gangsta ass Gamer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey i mite actually come back to blogging cause i dont really give a shit what people think of me anymore... fuc em... its S o S e &amp;lt;---- Respect it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-3626819202830542495?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/3626819202830542495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/3626819202830542495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2011/09/sooooooooooooooooooooooo-that-has-been.html' title='SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO That has been a long hiatus!'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eeDSzpbIUa4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-5926283054068742983</id><published>2011-05-14T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T17:27:56.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PSN</title><content type='html'>WELP! i spoke on my bday and SONY! has decided to bring back the PSNetwork today... Its an update as we speak. Some cities are ABLE to get online.  A lot of Others cannot.. bare with sony (sike) lol&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-5926283054068742983?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/5926283054068742983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/5926283054068742983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2011/05/psn.html' title='PSN'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-232144346360582424</id><published>2011-05-14T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T14:52:33.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>am i a failure?</title><content type='html'>Today is the birth of sose...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything i had going for me is no longer existing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it my fault because i walked away??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime i fucking come here i have nothing to fucking blogg... its starting to really fucking bother me. I'm really up here censoring myself... avoiding people. avoiding drama... Gagging shouting out someones name cause im pissed off at them. I don't want to embarrass anyone... Ugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I escaped my virtual world because people got close in shit. I don't know what to do or say anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what i blame sony. Fuck that stupid fuckin company... the creation of playstation home.... etc. You know what, on facebook... i saw a group of playstation lovers and...i came across 1 special fuckin gamer. I couldn't believe this shit because all these time's i've been called a tranny on PSHome even after i got on the mic cursin someone out. There was living proof of a tranny on Facebook who is RAGING About not being on home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y-VI_Ok3fNA/Tc74W385jYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9Huh8iLpDnc/s1600/fuckin%2Btranny.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y-VI_Ok3fNA/Tc74W385jYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9Huh8iLpDnc/s320/fuckin%2Btranny.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606691657983036802" style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 172px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^ yea... that is not a fucking girl! Not to discriminate but you guys need to stop harrassing girls or trannys over PSN!  When it comes to gaming we are all 1... I believe in gaming. This bitch stands up and will tell u straight up that ur a heterosexual like its a bad thing or some shit. I respect that cause the bitch is a straight  gamer! play your games and shut the fuck up thats all i say... and speaking of fucking sony... i just learned that ALLLL sony servers are takin down... from everquest... to free Realms... to... DC universe online both PC and PS3, YOU CANT PLAY SHIT ONLINE That SAYS SONY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to play SOMETHING ON THE PS3! that is NOT Ps2!! its stupid that PS2 games WORK!!!!!!!!!!! why!? because its hosted by gamespy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-232144346360582424?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/232144346360582424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/232144346360582424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2011/05/am-i-failure.html' title='am i a failure?'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y-VI_Ok3fNA/Tc74W385jYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9Huh8iLpDnc/s72-c/fuckin%2Btranny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-7781904215970738692</id><published>2011-05-08T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T15:34:23.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on to the NEXT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; [13:46] Trazique Clarity: yo bro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; [13:46] Trazique Clarity: Idk what goin on but I'm ask nicely to fall back off SoSe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; [13:47] Trazique Clarity: She not feeling whatever you doing so let it go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; [13:48] Trazique Clarity: I know you see this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; [13:49] Trazique Clarity: so dont be a lil bitch and not even acknowledge me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; [13:49] J35T34 Ravinelli: wtf u mean pussy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; [13:49] J35T34 Ravinelli: i got yo bitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; [13:49] J35T34 Ravinelli: and fuk sose too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; [13:49] J35T34 Ravinelli: i kno u see dat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; [13:50] Trazique Clarity: that fine you can be mad but dude she not feeling you or wahtevert youpestiring her about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; [13:50] J35T34 Ravinelli: nigga i aint sayin shit to her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; [13:50] J35T34 Ravinelli: tell her jump off my dick already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I deleted you about a month a two ago. Theirs no way im "on your dick" I mean i could of aired you out so long ago but i chose not to for reason that i considered you as a friend. But since its fuck me and Jump off your dick... Then its all good. I really don't need you as a friend as you are disloyal anyways.... I'll take the time out to shoot on you u rag doll chea rug gap-tooth with a g0ld cap on ya front tooth azz mexican. nigga its 2011 not 1991... take that miami vice shit out ya mouth and shut the fuc up....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I could make this blog really messy but i chose not to... AS PLAYSTATION NETWORK is still down. I am sad to say fuck sony...I can't play my DC universe, I can't get on PShome... I can't play Mortal Kombat online... PSN thank you for the most boring 3 weeks of my life. Thank you sony for getting hacked. No thank you second life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sucks! this my place to rant and i dont even RANT! fuck that!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-7781904215970738692?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/7781904215970738692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/7781904215970738692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2011/05/soseductive-lisa-soseductive.html' title='on to the NEXT!'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-4914469709989961884</id><published>2011-05-06T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T21:47:07.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PSN Outage week two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mCD3yL3uDk/TcTNuSfMLJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2x34A9b1_7U/s1600/PSN%2BOutage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mCD3yL3uDk/TcTNuSfMLJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2x34A9b1_7U/s320/PSN%2BOutage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603830031476075666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-4914469709989961884?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/4914469709989961884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/4914469709989961884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='PSN Outage week two'/><author><name>CrimsinFire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fz7IVxyBExU/SiL0Fbyn6_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/7yt12su_4sg/S220/Scorpion.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mCD3yL3uDk/TcTNuSfMLJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2x34A9b1_7U/s72-c/PSN%2BOutage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-2184936759215335761</id><published>2011-05-06T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T04:03:46.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 6th: Sony fails</title><content type='html'>I posted in april PS3 would be back online may 3rd. We'll sony lied again and they also had to face congress on may 4th...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with that said DC Universe is now in trouble for the ps3 because marvel has announced a free MMO for PC and consoles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a piece of work to sit and write. Probably why i dont write. anywho... my site needs to be updated but.. Rated U has a show in inglewood...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you're in that area u can check it out and buy ur tickets here &lt;a href="http://ratedunblockable.com/Upcoming_Events.html"&gt;http://ratedunblockable.com/Upcoming_Events.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;besides all that i switched to xbox. not perm... just Untill the network is back up. and ya i got my stream back working so u can watch and enjoy me entertain again! anyway this was just a breifing.... PSN is supposed to be up today as of May 6th... but knowing sony its still gonna be down... thats 3 weeks no PSN. Thats insane!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-2184936759215335761?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/2184936759215335761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/2184936759215335761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-6th-sony-fails.html' title='May 6th: Sony fails'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-1461552893559733060</id><published>2011-04-30T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T15:37:40.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 3rd : Playstation Network</title><content type='html'>As some of you may know... or may not know... PSN will be back online May 3rd 2011 after anonymous took it offline on april 21st. They stated they didnt harm Peoples credit card information. Sony just said that looking for it to be a FBI case... lol it fucking backfired.  As of April 27th 2011 a class action lawsuit was opened againts sony by its consumers who claim their personal lives have been violated. Lol if i was sony i wouldnt of said shit. Thats just my personal opinion! I'm just saying Specially sense anonymouse admited to taking down the servers... then saying they arent harming any sony consumers&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TzoNOmheHLY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have nothing to do with this... i'm not apart of "anonymous" i just think its funny. april 22nd  was 2 days after it was hacked. Lets look at the time line... april 24th is the day some dumbazz at sony came up with the idea...to tell its consumers to check their credit their information has been stolen. Trying to say anonymous is doing it. Prior to that...anonymous on april 22nd said they didnt. They covered their own ass... lets just say  someone did take ur information from sony. Why did they take 4 to 6 days... to explain ur shit is in trouble? i mean thats not professional at all. Not good business. 2 days later... they have a class action lawsuit open againts them... GOOD! sony mite fall... all i know is i want some of that money. My credit information is on PSN...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-1461552893559733060?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/1461552893559733060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/1461552893559733060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2011/04/may-3rd-playstation-network.html' title='May 3rd : Playstation Network'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TzoNOmheHLY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-8623591947036358567</id><published>2011-04-14T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T19:33:41.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know you Read it</title><content type='html'>I know you do, thats why i made this post just cause i know you gonna read it... Sooooo This is the End of the SoSe Project as for what it stood for n the Past. I grew up, we grew up... we not on that lame shit anymore. Got better shit to do.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Second life:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Married&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rich mom... Rich father...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 Siblings  4 sisters not encluding myself, 3 brothers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of land... mansion home, my own home. Patriots football team...what more can i ask for ya know? dude i dont need you or your dick. I like myself for who i am. You can't get with that then i dont know what to tell you. I'm evil... and playfull but i dont have a heart. I know when and when not to... never tell me some fantasy shit like im feeling myself too much cuz im not. I'm emo remember. I'm always broken hearted. Don't tell me im on ur shit cuz im really not. I listen to my own music, i play my own games. i do my own thing. I dont need many people n my life. I entertain myself and people tend to enjoy my company so no... i dont feel myself. You're just mad because you can't get on the same program as me. HA HA HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway.. see ya when i get something NEW to blogg about. It mite just be second life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-8623591947036358567?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/8623591947036358567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/8623591947036358567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-know-you-read-it.html' title='I know you Read it'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-1213071650598918375</id><published>2011-03-30T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:48:18.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lol shit...</title><content type='html'>Shit i want to blogg about i can't, i be told not too n shit... im having some issues on SL that helps me to stay away. I have 2 sisters...1 is married and has 2 kids She is the middle sister. She sort of whines about her cheerleading position with my Dad. Since rasdaon(my dad) owns the SFL patriots and she on the cheer  sqaud she thinks she posed to get some special treatment i don't know. My oldest sister is conservative and quiet like me. So we get along. I'm pretty much tha baby of my moms children... since the twinz never sign online who play 5 years old. I'm just tha baby. Then theres my brother ace who like to cheat on women but he always get caught...  dominic who never signs on... and my other brother i hate... that my mom loves. The 1 i deal with everyday. g0dly (fuck this nigga) my mom loves him the mostest. I don't know why... virtual mother is mean for that 1. he never signs on and bearily talks to anyone. Not gonna say what ice does... but people sure do come here cuz they think he still here... lol (again feeding the commenters) My mom is mrs astrius jinx who i should invite to this blog so she can let out some shit. We run the lions den on second life to get some of rated u's music heard. I play  saints 2 a lot when im ignoring everyone. Im also hiding. Don't want to play sose anymore. I dont know why i feel that way i just dont.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blogging seems like a hassle... commenters are having fun...im not. well maybe i should start venting off about my sl... this kinda feels better tho knowing i hate my sl and now its soothing... it more drama there than anything ive ever seen in life. SL is full of it. all you havta do is become friends with someone and then you realize the reason people sign in. They have no life...(hmmph comment) or they just dont get out much and cant controll their own actions. Hey im getting deep again but its just a thought. Yes i like long walks on the psn beach just to clown the losers on there... put my ray gun in they face... (comment!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-1213071650598918375?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/1213071650598918375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/1213071650598918375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2011/03/lol-shit.html' title='lol shit...'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-5657935198926425200</id><published>2011-03-30T19:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T20:09:40.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>comment groupie love</title><content type='html'>I'm so sorry i don't love you...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well yea i "Wrote a eHarmony" blogg according to the asian kid named jasmin angel. Ya i got the info on you. The fact that you come here anonoymous to talk about dicks is hilarious. Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywayzzzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i was told to blog cause i have a friend who is some what good to me. Leaves me a lot on psn... but its all good. Running the lions den on sL is hardwork. Getting these dJ schedules going. Trying to get people our music is hard was well. You gotta feel it... like i do. I love my CJ and i love his music. We got so turned up on youtube almost to 1k... Im feelin that. To my lover who secretly loves me and wants me to have a big dick that he can suck... I will try to grow 1 for you baby. then im going to stick my dick deep down ur throat so u can enjoy the succulent flavors of sose... those juices flowing down ur throat as ur being gaged like a ho... keep commenting. I just love it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIKE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really i have nothing to blog LOL im just jotting down bullshit... currently just staring at the psn Xmb lookin at the friendslist thinking absolutely nothing to myself.... getting bored as im writing.. wanting to kill shit.   and i dont really play DC universe online anymore... i just watch. Ice does :) complicated game yo.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anny or u ok? or u OK anny? im going insane... wtf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-5657935198926425200?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/5657935198926425200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/5657935198926425200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2011/03/comment-groupie-love.html' title='comment groupie love'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-8443004796836081274</id><published>2011-03-27T12:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T12:42:19.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You love me</title><content type='html'>Thats why you come here to hate on me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You love me, thats why you sit and talk to yourself in the comment box&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you love me... you really do and i appreciate you. To my dearest 1 hater &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you too. I bet you sit in front of your browser waiting to hit www.TheSoSeProject.Com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason i know this is because we don't eve promote it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This place is ground zero. Its a dead zone... it says up to practice on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you love me, thats why you still come here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoping 1 day the website doesnt work anymore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because sose ruined your whole internet career 2 years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You love me, You' can't get enough...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop talking to yourself... mr commenter its sure aint cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop loving me... im playing psp. And i dont love you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well maybe i do cause you love me right boo??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;www. RatedUnblockable.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-8443004796836081274?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/8443004796836081274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/8443004796836081274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-love-me.html' title='You love me'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-3279630065686170207</id><published>2011-03-12T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T22:00:50.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Socializing</title><content type='html'>People have their opinions. I have mine. I've been told that i have a fuck the world persona. I do. Lol fact is I just like arguing and debating. I always end up trying to get my opinion heard and pointed out. I disagree with a lot! You wanna know me? sure...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My fav color is Red obviously everything i do is red. Red is the color of seduction. Seduction is the art of luring. Yes i lure... but i do nothing more after luring. I draw crowds i gather a lot of people. Finish it off with entertaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Movies? i dont know. Kinda hard. I like comedies, action and drama. Friday uhmm Fast and the furious. I like when they mix some movies with love. Sometimes thats good. Uhm ya kno... well you dont but w.e...hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My fav type of games are role playing. Any game that puts me in the game. I Like those platformers dont get me wrong... mario, sonic... uhm ya know. I like virtual worlds because you can be who you wanna be. who you desire. You mite say thats lame and thats who we usta diss but it came a time where we grew up and said to hell with it...Let people be who they wanna be. IT helps them to grow as a human being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xbox 360 vs Playstation 3. I am a Playstation girl only because its what i grew up with. Online is free. And i have a choice to use other products and not microsofts. Playstation is a fun system if ur a single player gamer. Online is just a plus because not all servers work well. Xbox is Great for the online experience. keeps everyone connected at all times... jump right in the game from the dashboard at a snap of a finger. What more can you ask for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playstation home. Well it was supposed to be a place to meet other gamers. SINCE u can get married on playstation home. I find it pretty useles...lots of E-Thugs go there. heh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am i single? yes... kinda by choice. I feel like i should find myself before taking on belonging with someone and catering to both of out lives... My fav hobbie uhmmmmm picking on people... sounds like "why would u do that" but hey its fun and funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ill get more later i kinda feel uncomfy... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soSe = outSauce!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-3279630065686170207?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/3279630065686170207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/3279630065686170207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2011/03/socializing.html' title='Socializing'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-3730654764084523131</id><published>2011-03-09T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T13:33:30.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit like that</title><content type='html'>Shit like below i don't like going threw... its rather annoying to want to shit on people on  a blog. I did get a chance to play mortal kombat. We posted a small video and its on the front page of my website. http://www.TheSoSeProject.com &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in other things to come my cuzin was raging on halo while playing with my brother. I think its funny so i'm going to share it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TsH7c3WodPo" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you enjoy if not... fuck you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-3730654764084523131?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/3730654764084523131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/3730654764084523131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2011/03/shit-like-that.html' title='Shit like that'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TsH7c3WodPo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-2719507596492711527</id><published>2011-03-08T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T16:41:21.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You have No Life!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vKjYs29GkFM?rel=0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;^ if u can't read it... play it on Youtube. Basically, I'm sick of SoSe. Sick of the Reputation, sick of havin to lay low key. Sick of peoples opinions. Leave me be... FUCK you and your life. Why are you fuckasses all afraid of me and the shit i can do? All i do is leave my mark with my opinion. I make what i say important and make an impact. Fucker YOU GOT CAUGHT! its not our problem. Now i dont dont know what happened 2 years ago but im sure it was something about some Jasmin person upset so much about their playstation home world torn. She or he was "Princess of home" Untill they FUCKED with SoSe... Thats when SoSe broke the bitch reputation. Killed her whole shit and now she dissapeared from playstation and started hiding under different psn's. Now u must be ASKING yourself. "SoSe? why are you reffering to yourself in a 3rd person?" because it wasnt the same sose... i was there but i didnt play the part at the time. I'm not gonna say who it was (cough icey lol) but SoSe back then ripped asses and tore them so bad that people really HATE "SoSe" all their online identities where crushed. Hell broke loose. Websites where destroyed... Addresses and threats where giving out. I mean sose and the SoSe Project back then was a big fucking mess. Now that I'm here and i just like being her because she's much like me. I Just dont want her Past. Its fuckin HORRIBLE! LOL i get harrassed everywhere i go that know somewhat a LITTLE big of the sose project. Its a living virtual nightmare. But then you may ask urself... now "sose... why dont u just be yourself" simple. Cause i dont want u to know me. I dont want my personal business around the internet. Its not pretty. 2...I like hiding under a character that was givin to me. It helps me escape. 3 People like sose as a character. I often get asked never to stop with sose because sose makes some people smile. That i can go to sleep to... im here to help sometimes. Help people get a good laugh and go threw their day. I like to entertain with my bullshit bumfuck adventures... but when shit like the video above happens. Its bothers ME! lol but what can i do? i took on a Heavy legacy which is SoSeDuctive... icey or lisa. A Hardcore bitch on the internet just entertaining people by insulting others mishaps... lol Thats cruel but some people fuckin deserve the shit.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sexxxx &lt;---out---&gt; SoSe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-2719507596492711527?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/2719507596492711527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/2719507596492711527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-u-cant-read-it.html' title='You have No Life!!!'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vKjYs29GkFM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-5640419176138453209</id><published>2011-02-28T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T11:05:27.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a bunch of Gibberish!???</title><content type='html'>Don't read my blog, because i don't like you...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No i will not feed you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm going to try to type whats on the top of my head. Its pretty much nothing but hate at the moment. I hate this... i hate that. I Just can't stop hating shit at the moment. I'm ready to go away get away from people. I do no like a lot of things that goes on around me. Call me emo. Pfft Go ahead i dare you. I will break your face, oh maybe i'll grin with a small smile and walk away. I'm soul searching and I can't find what I'm looking for. Am i just jotting down things and making it sound like gibberish? Kind of feels like it because my brain is racing at a high pace. I cannot catch the cell and grab a positive train of thought. What do i really want to blog about? I can't say because i dont want anyone to know me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't hear voices but i do have random thoughts. weird dreams and daymares, yes daymares. Because they don't happen at night. Its like being traped in a small room with nothing in it. You can't eat, can't sleep, can't piss besides in your panties. You can't really roll and stretch to be comfortable because the walls are to close together. God im sick of this emo shit as much az u are as sick of fucking reading it! (lol i just made myself laugh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow video games are a temp fix. There is more to life than playing them. I mean actually getting the opportunity to sit and help make them is a golden day in my life. I would love to get a chance with out the stress more of the relaxation of putting something together and making it the best. Life is what you make it and im having a hard time coping with what i want to do. I have to stop trying to go around obstacles and just get with it. 1 day i will. I blogged at the moment to make myself feel better. It kinda worked. Now i need to relax, calm down and figure out something to do for the day... Disappointment is so not my friend.... lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet i still feel like this blogg is a bunch of gibberish... hmmmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-5640419176138453209?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/5640419176138453209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/5640419176138453209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-bunch-of-gibberish.html' title='Just a bunch of Gibberish!???'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-5659768623304306121</id><published>2011-02-27T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T15:03:29.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind every avatar there is a person...</title><content type='html'>Feelings...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't even know how to address this. some know me, some don't. I was called emo at one point. I was called dramafied... whatever. Fact is the SosE projects website is 100% cleaned from all drama. I do pure gaming. in Fact i dont even think anyone has even LOOKed at it. never sat down and took the time. thats why i float around and find new people to hang out with. My old friends seem to want to continue to judge. So i had a issue today with a long time friend cause i signed on home. You know what... i think home is a plague if you sit down and have a conversation with people. I mean its cool when ur bored and emo. Listen to other peoples problems and issues and then you feel like. Well shit maybe my life aint so bad. It could be worse. But then you got those who can't decide whats really going on because they are too busy being themselves. Its way easy to not give up who you are over the internet. When you do, people tend to gossip, Like me i let people think what they want... ima guy ima girl... ice still plays on the account blah blah blah. Whatever my story is i just let people think it. I don't care anymore. For the simple fact that people online lie anyway. people who don't lie need to understand that liars are 90% on the internet. I was told keep sose anonymous. People don't understand that drama is anything that has an opinion. Say for instance 2 people have 2 different opinions about something and situations keep fliping itself. Like uhhhhh and xbox fan goes to playstation home and explains why he likes xbox. Bunch of kids jump in his face and go. "FUCK xbox" cause him to swear back. Then they call mods cause he's swearin but they were swearin at him n the 1st place and the xbox fan gets banned... thats drama....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean i avoid stuff like that at all cost. doesn't matter thee situation i don't get involved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Behind every avatar there is a person... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who hides their true identity!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sexxxxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;out!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-5659768623304306121?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/5659768623304306121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/5659768623304306121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2011/02/behind-every-avatar-there-is-person.html' title='Behind every avatar there is a person...'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-1872866571818409440</id><published>2011-02-24T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T18:01:41.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live</title><content type='html'>Noticed when you do things live. things start to happen. Yea i've been streaming my gameplay live every so often... on my site @ &lt;a href="http://www.thesoseproject.com/sosesstream.htm"&gt;http://www.thesoseproject.com/sosesstream.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing Fable 3, DC universe, Red dead Redemption, LittleBigPlanet 2, smackdown vs raw (sometimes) and Maybe left 4 dead 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of which i should be updating soon. But you know what i mean by live when u go look at my video archive on my ustream account... (lol) &lt;a href="http://www.ustream.tv/user/TheSoSeProject"&gt;http://www.ustream.tv/user/TheSoSeProject&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just see for yourself. Anyway. I thought i'd make a short update i guess for those who do read this. I would hope u come check me out daily im usually always streaming what im doing on ps3 :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in other news. I'm pretty sick. Im trying to hang n there daily ya know mentally. Life has had its ways wit me and all i can see myself doing is gaming. I want a career out of gaming. Not necessarily a tester... journalist or nothing like that. Maybe a pre animator... idk... then again writing could be fun but i give bad opinions on everything before i finish playing it. its all good... I'll give myself some time to figure it out. Check out my show... we gonna make it good with DC universe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-1872866571818409440?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/1872866571818409440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/1872866571818409440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2011/02/live.html' title='Live'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-8641115404628555005</id><published>2011-02-07T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T00:14:05.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm having a bad life</title><content type='html'>Sometimes  you sit back and think to yourself are you happy or not? Are you satisfied? You wonder if everything is enough. You worry about tomorrow. You cannot come up with an answer for your own self. It seems hard, ye the worse feeling in the world because you cannot even come up with the conclusion of what you want to do in the next 5 mins. Well this is how i feel every 2 breaths that i take. I'm lost. What can i do to make myself smile? I dont even know if that exist... i push people away from me because i dont want others to suffer with my negativity. I'm creative... Yes this i know, people like some of the stuff i do, but sometimes i dont feel like i've done enough. I Drew large crowds before, but it doesnt seem enough and to top if all of... I cannot be the center of attention I hate it. I hate when a bunch of people try to talk to me at once about what they like that i did. I get rude and nasty... but when im in the shadows where i am most comfortable... i seem to enjoy people being inquisitive about me. I say "blog sose it makes you feel good" then i think well people read it and they mite gain a sense of my weaknesses. You know me Im hardcore. I don't let things appear to be bad or let anyone bother me. I do know that if someone tries something with me i will get them 10x harder. It's been proven. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every seconds is a step closer to death. I mean for everyone this is true but for me its losing the will to live due to the belittling i get from family. I hate it when you're doing something others cannot understand and relate to and want to call you worthless or lame. I mean no motivation what so ever. Just simple put downs because you cannot accommodate to their shitty lifestyle of daily struggle. dont get me wrong im not being emo here and saying i want to die. I'm fighting it off. God has his ways of putting you threw the storm before you can get to the rainbow.I rather not sit around and hustle for right now. I rather hustle for years to come. teach myself as much as i can so when life is out there for me i can handle it. I sponge myself with knowledge daily because i refuse to be ignorant like certain individuals. I've learned n this life you must be likeable in order to succeed no matter what your job is you must be able to communicate with people in a business order. You must smile at all times. You must make sure people around you have nothing to worry about other than getting things done. Everything can be considered drama and getting in the way of business. I don't hate life... I just dont like my position in it and im hoping to get away from a level of ignorance. I've delt with a lot here... shit's changing and I'm fed up with bullshit. Now im starting to understand why music helps people. It takes you out of the zone of thinking about stupid and nonsense. I feel better when im working getting shit done and feel like somebody! music HELPS! lol... as CJ said to me 1 day... he left a woman because she was no motivation to him. Brought him down on his music... now look at CJ without her. He came to los angeles and made a hot track, met mad celebrities... and soon to be moving here to finish his career. He got to meet faith... I mean i would never bring a guy down ever. at this young age i've learned about my selfish ways and i rather push a man to do what he's supposed to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all that said Rated U has helped me stay alive. It motivates me to succeed. I breath nothing else but success and i would like to take the time to pray for myself so i will never get unfocused so i would never think I'm worthless as some people try to portray me to be. I'm not saying someone said that too me (well yea i am lol) but im just saying I'm ready to prove mf's wrong and then when they need me I'm not going to help them. I used to wonder why  celebs dont talk to their families or even help them.... well its simple... they are grade A Fuck ups! if you live in a home and people are cursing, theirs no structure and people dont do what they are supposed to do. Everyone does their own thing that makes them happy... and gets upset with others if they invade their space... trust me its going to stay that way forever. Its a never ending cycle amongst families in america... those chorus are fuckin important. Those family dinners u dont attend... important. Those eating at the table...night for dinner and talking to your parents about shit... important. Don't get me wrong theres 1 or 2 kids who make it out of the hood or the trailer park or the slums whatever u prefer... and they are called "new money" when they make it because they dont know much.  They also struggle to stay in their position. Some new money cut off their families altogether (cough 50 cent) and become ultra millionaires because they have noone to worry about to bring them down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When ur raised amounts structure(look at the asians perfect example) you're most likely to succeed if you follow directions correctly(unless ur a fuck up). If you're unfortunate then thats just something you're going to have to figure out like i do. I feel sorry for myself but. I'll get threw it... cuz im unblockable...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-8641115404628555005?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/8641115404628555005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/8641115404628555005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-having-bad-life.html' title='I&apos;m having a bad life'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-3631779106615319106</id><published>2011-02-06T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T20:53:02.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its a Shame</title><content type='html'>How niggaz think they test me i'm going to blogg they're asses. They get the complete fuckin opposite. The Delete button and the ignore. Nigga check this shit out. My name is SoSe i work with family. The Lions Den on second life. Rated Unblockable in Real life who are throwing showcases. I work with my brother who helps me mold my character into what she is.  Me and SoSe are 2 diff people. I'm not and i dont stand for what the old sose usta stand for. With that all said I do not have time to sit on the computer blog, log and complain about people who do absolutely nothing with their own lives. I would be contributing to their bullshit and have myself drawn in like i need attention...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uh Huh u know what it is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deleted NIGGA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh theres more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can sit there and get on my nerves to piss me off for me to blog you. Its not going to work. I've encountered too many people trying to do so im used to it. I only blogg people who show some interest. Worth lol'n bout. Ya know??? People who are actually COOL thats the only way i'll blog u. If its nice and funny...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-3631779106615319106?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/3631779106615319106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/3631779106615319106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-shame.html' title='its a Shame'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-1705861024839296827</id><published>2011-02-06T20:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T20:44:46.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh huh! u know what it is....</title><content type='html'>Uh huh you kno what it is...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga deleted nigga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-1705861024839296827?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/1705861024839296827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/1705861024839296827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2011/02/uh-huh-u-know-what-it-is.html' title='Uh huh! u know what it is....'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-2084040509041054981</id><published>2011-01-19T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T23:33:11.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banned from SL</title><content type='html'>So you can get banned from SL for swearing in PG area's. Well thats logical because they don't swear in PG movies. Lol. Well lets just say as a blogger i feel like what was on this blogg a year ago about dissing other people and their persona's no matter what they did gets you nowhere. Yea people may read it and it may get popular but how much intellect does it really show? I've learned something. Dissing people because of the shit they do is not ok. Then again some people deserve it because they drag others into their own little bullshit. Don't get me wrong im not tryna sound soft and shit. Its just, i read a blog about SL and i think its pussy. PEOPLE KNOW who i am and what i blogg about. These pussies sit up and ruin peoples real lives but say nothing about who they are as a person. They dont even explain what kinda blogger they are. I mean they go as far as posting the dick and pussy pic's. I didn't find it funny. I found it to be lame as shit and scary. Probably what people thought of this blog. Scared and hiding behind a computer posting shit. I would say i would take them on but i rather not waste my time with little kid shit. When i can be making something of my website other than putting anonymous disses on here hoping for people to read it. ! day you're going to run out and then you're going to sit back and think about yourself as a person. I hope its not to late for you to realize how much pussy you are hidding behind that computer typing shit not humbling up and saying HEY! This is ME! One day you're brain is going to squeeze itself so tight the walls are going to close in on you and you're going to feel like the true lonely piece of shit that you truely are behind that computer and you're going to wonder why you're not doing shit in life because you're wasting your time bloggin and criticizing what other people fucking do when you can't even work on yourself. Then when its all said and done you're going to want to kill yourself. Well I'm not here to show you any pity. Humble the fuck up. I don't give a shit if you have a job, nice car and whatever else. There has to be something in your life that you do not like that you havta sit there and blogg about other fucking people when you dont know a god damn thing about them. YEA we have blogged like that but we grew up. You should too... The only difference is we gave warning that they will be on blast if they keep up their behavior. Now to other happier things I am comfertable with where i am. I'm no longer hangin on to people who have no push forward in life. If you dont wanna help me succeed then i dont need you. I'll do it myself. With that said im doing what ever it takes to make my website and rated unblockable become something everyone can relate to. Unblockables are in this world... its up to you to identify them and get passed them... :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SoSe = out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-2084040509041054981?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/2084040509041054981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/2084040509041054981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2011/01/banned-from-sl.html' title='Banned from SL'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-6215651614373772301</id><published>2011-01-08T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T21:49:30.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The BrickSet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TSlFu3u2POI/AAAAAAAAAGM/KuBX2TVW4SY/s1600/68.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TSlFu3u2POI/AAAAAAAAAGM/KuBX2TVW4SY/s320/68.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560051886502329570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;Explains it all!!! so a kid named "J Gunz" sitting on playstation home. He ethuggin. He gangsta. with his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;Lil fam and what not. Now u niggaz all kno how i feel about playstation home fams. I think its the lamest shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;on earth. Like muffuccaz can't go outside n get real friends. They gotta make lil fams. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;Sony eats that garbage shit up... and allows them to have "groups" chat rooms of 8. So they can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;hear each other beat they sausages and allow their lil chicken head bird bitches to play with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;selves within them. Still, Home is not an interactive place so its a place for people with very low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;intellect who have nothing to do but to text and talk about nothing... I mean sure the servers have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;lil game rooms and what not but they suck donkey dick. Home itself needs a little more interaction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;back to this lil eThug... and his lil booty pants (skinny jeans) lil fagg spent an hour talkin shit to J and his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;people on home about he gonna kill him and blah blah blah... u weak... this and that... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;see me in real life. I mean come on really? is it that serious to try to put fear in someone behind a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;ps3? Do u must feel like a eWarrior? LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;i Guess so!... easy access, thats what i call it. Any dude who claim they are a thug or a gangsta but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;sporting skinny jeans of their ass needs to just apply for a gay porno flick. I mean seriously, you're advertising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;your ass to other guys who like that shit. Whats the point of wearin TIGHT JEANS OFF OF UR WAIST!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;WHY OFF THE WAIST? if they are tight...it makes no sense to wear them off unless u want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;some dude to be your booty warrior i dont see the point... they already tight, why not wear them properly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;and doing some research on baggy jeans. Noone understood it but it made sense. The pants were LARGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;it made sense why they came down... skinny jeans do not...In Jail, dudes who took it in the butt advertised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;by wearing their jeans half off the ass... virtually when i see it i think its even more hilarious. Not only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;do u have low self esteem in real life by wearin them because ur obviously somebodies bitch...but virtually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;ur also... some bodies bitch... now gunz, really. YOu sat there and talked that head then tried to get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;childish kids to come my way with the dancing on someone avatar "hump" thing. It didnt work mijo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;matter fact i knew to leave the ps3 come back and still see u lamo's do it and thats exactly what happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;So historical. Change ya gang name to what i call niggas on SL... "the wutt wutt in the butt" crew... cuz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;u niggaz is gay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;noone is afraid of text thugs.. or thugs who want u to "join their chat"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TSlJLu7NRVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/9qfKdyBPYtY/s320/arguing_over_internet.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;^ i live by this motto. When someone try me and get serious... i let them know this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;Wii has more game than u niggaz. I'ma have a talk with Marcus Psp so u clowns can "step ya game up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;SoSe is deuces...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-6215651614373772301?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/6215651614373772301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/6215651614373772301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2011/01/brickset.html' title='The BrickSet'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TSlFu3u2POI/AAAAAAAAAGM/KuBX2TVW4SY/s72-c/68.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-7588628738656067736</id><published>2011-01-07T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T09:38:50.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What i don't blog about...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;a! i dont blogg about me personally... my love life or who is in my life. So today, a past blog i wrote... about a certain person. Yea he upset me. He deleted me cause i wouldn't "pay him attention" like a chick would do i got fuckin pissed. Yes i acting the fuck out and started talking shit toward him. Now i said i wouldnt type out names anymore but for that i was wrong for it. What i dont blog about is the way i feel about people. Its because i dont like to feel. Feeling is for people who like to obtain a self worth. I dont need to feel worthy to anyone but me. I dont need to feel wanted, i dont want to feel wanted. I just wanna take my life and get on with enjoying it. Fuck love because its for people who cry. Crying is not fun. Love allows you to be controlled emotionally and helps you to be irrational with your decisions in life. Now in this case i dont love but... i do enjoy his company. He deleted me that 1st time that i blogged that. Because now he's just now reading it. He deleted me again. I don't even kno how i feel about it but like i said, I enjoy him around and i hope he can take it in and forgive me for it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SoSe = out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-7588628738656067736?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/7588628738656067736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/7588628738656067736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-i-dont-blog-about.html' title='What i don&apos;t blog about...'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-487317186570657278</id><published>2011-01-06T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T21:22:17.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>consiquences</title><content type='html'>What happens when you air niggaz out? Should i care? I mean people do try to attack you back, even put your personal business out there. They even go as low as talking to someone close to you and exposing your deepest darkest secrets.  I usta do that, hell it was fun. When they did it to me and my family i felt rather sad for a minute but you kno what. I'm still here...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway... I try to explain to people my PS3 is artafacting  for those of u who dont know what artifacting is... heres a video on youtube i found someone posted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z-QeolmIjy0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&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/z-QeolmIjy0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats the nail n the coffin for artifacting... but my ps3 is lightweight doing it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my ps3 is more like doing this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/se_3cLGx8sY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&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/se_3cLGx8sY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats what my ps3 does but not as often as this guys. I mean... people understand i do not like looking at that on my screen it annoys the hell out of me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-487317186570657278?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/487317186570657278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/487317186570657278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2011/01/consiquences.html' title='consiquences'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-5420041515338716849</id><published>2011-01-06T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T12:46:59.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why so Serious?</title><content type='html'>Do you think about me?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont give a shit if you do, I just asked... currently the instrumental running threw my ears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i have encountered fucking bird brain bitches who take sl or any avatar world so serious that they have to call you out behind your computer. Well, lets see there is a disclaimer on the front of my webpage that reads. "at the end of the day this is all  not real" Yes so i do sit behind a computer and fuck with you. Cause i can do that. You can call it internet trolling if you want to but i call it more less like. You came to me and I retorted to beat you over the brain. Why should i care about your feelings... really? bitch dont like it sign off then or delete me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These days i never have much to blog about because im not airing someone out anymore. I guess im more grown up for that now. I try to keep drama off here but so much shit makes me laugh. I mean i could at least try to do with without saying your name. But then my experience gets wrecked. I need to change something and change it soon. I'm tired of the same o'l...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;check out this vid by rated u wrestling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bxXfpwojAUE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&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/bxXfpwojAUE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-5420041515338716849?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/5420041515338716849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/5420041515338716849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-so-serious.html' title='Why so Serious?'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-5532109704844789973</id><published>2011-01-02T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T18:16:28.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>Its the Second day of the year and im kinda fuckin pissed off. They say SoSe and the SoSe Project are the 1s that bring drama. Well I'm the 1 thats running away and avoiding it. People acting like straight bitches.Mr (i aint gonna say your lame ass name) u little bitch, Yes you i called you the fuck out. Sick of your cry baby girly ass boy shit because i dont pay attention to you. Its not my fault and u were pre fucking warned threw December 19th and Jan 11th i will be busy doing what i have to do. Its still Jan and you're crying to me like a bitch about not being able to drop u a line. Papa... suck a fuckin  donkey duck dick and hope back to cuba ya fuckin walkin double standard. To my x wifey... im not gonna say ya name but you're fuckin erkin me. I really dont wanna put out my business out there like that but the fact that you dont say what you want and then run away and whine about it is beyond me. I'm sick of this god damn drama i can't even enjoy fucking with people. Then again i dont wanna gain a reputation of fucking with people because i know some people read this shit...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really dont have much to blogg except i meet CJ314 foreal and the proof is on the front page of the website.. i would repost it here but nahhhhhhhh..... Anyway so.... Rated U, Yes my family are making it big soon and i'm trying to go with them im brushin up my skills (well trying) i helped a little with my little wrestling show. But it was still 90% done by ice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;check out the lil intro show...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KxEyOZaqrpI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KxEyOZaqrpI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now what can i vent about when it comes to this... Drama is nonsense. Why can't people just keep it loving... understand 1 another... stop thinkin about self and go with the flow? if you dont enjoy doing something with someone. Why do you stay and continue to hurt yourself and the other person by confusing the situation. You're obviously not happy. Its good to just get with someone who you have the same common interest with so then both parties can be comfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SoSe 2011... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-5532109704844789973?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/5532109704844789973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/5532109704844789973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-787247332007649116</id><published>2010-12-21T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T13:15:20.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>n00bville</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TREXvdSfJDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1uR-KT-1QfA/s1600/n00bshit_001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TREXvdSfJDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1uR-KT-1QfA/s320/n00bshit_001.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553245919607989298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! well! I thought i seen it all, no i haven't... this dude named... (its doesn't matter) would hit me up constantly on a daily basis begging for my attention... begging to get with me... begging for sex etc. Even when my chick hit him up and told em I don't want him. He still did it but lol... then he sends me a tp to this club right... and i swear to you. This was the most n00biest shit I've ever seen in my life... the floor was missing cuz of the texture that was hosting the image was missing. Nigga had Pillsbury doe boy  biscuit bottles as ... i dont know what... i mean damn. Everyone there was ghetto fabulous and it was a bunch of dry ass n00bs everywhere &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TREXwJuBMgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NJyRrt0rNvQ/s320/n00bshit_003.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553245931534627330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 165px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has got to be the most embarrassing shit I've ever witnessed. But hey its their world.... let them live in their not found world...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TREXu5SAWxI/AAAAAAAAAFw/vhYMOcyFmqk/s320/n00bshit_002.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553245909942295314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 165px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-787247332007649116?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/787247332007649116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/787247332007649116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2010/12/n00bville.html' title='n00bville'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TREXvdSfJDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1uR-KT-1QfA/s72-c/n00bshit_001.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-8991529477927190220</id><published>2010-12-18T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T22:03:50.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 50 Yard line</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TQ2bYx2HNBI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Yly3mVttlX0/s1600/Sose%2Bpatriots%2Bprincess.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TQ2bYx2HNBI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Yly3mVttlX0/s320/Sose%2Bpatriots%2Bprincess.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552264765617157138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know.... My bloggs dont come as often as they should. Maybe because i stay out of peoples dumb ass bullshit. Like trolls. I dont feed them... whats a troll you ask? a Internet troll... whats and internet troll? Oh well sorry... A Internet troll is a person who signs online and talks a lot of shit just to amuse their self. They have no real reason or purpose of doing it. They nit pick at you and  run their font or worse yet get infront of a camra and talk shit via voice chat knowing damn well they aint gonna do nothing from the other side of that computer or playstation or xbox or whatever. I just dont feed trolls. I dont fall for it i dont condone it i dont even acknowledge it. My 1st line of defense is shut the fuck up.... K? thanx &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a certain situation with some white kid (not being racist im just stating that he's white) was going around putting emphasis on the words "black dude" or "black people" and wondered why people where getting upset. Yet at the same time people where feeding into it only feeding his entertainment and lasting longer than 4 hours to argue about barack obama and other political nonsense to entertain this fucking troll. You know what.... fuck a troll if you need to troll on the internet then i think their should be a website where the computer talks shit to you for hours untill the fuckin troll gives up. Its like sometimes these mother fuckers dont even  say anything logical at all... they just rant and make  my brain fart.... I actually feel bad for myself for listening to it... Oh yea! its that badddddddd... Like seriously Why are u wondering why people are getting upset when ur being lowkey racist??? Or should u expect that?? GAH! best part about it... he says he gets chicks in real life but sat for about an hour and a half to try to get with me... lol... fail, troll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whats above? I've been adopted by the SFL team owner of the patriots  :D So I'm showing my spirits to their team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TQ2bYvAqKTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DHuEs8oczVE/s1600/SoSe50yardline_001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TQ2bYvAqKTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DHuEs8oczVE/s320/SoSe50yardline_001.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552264764856084786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TQ2bYd63IkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8eTX6_MQWbY/s1600/SoSe50yardline_002.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TQ2bYd63IkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8eTX6_MQWbY/s320/SoSe50yardline_002.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552264760268366402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet me on the 50 yard line if u got beef :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a little rant, CJ314's video... The redone version didnt get credit that it should have gotten. Fact is, Cj recorded himself on a Cell phone and icey took 5 scenes and created a music video with just 5 cell phone clips... which in my book is amazing....   I'm going to repost it and hope that anyone who reads this enjoys it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JnftSCvTtDA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&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/JnftSCvTtDA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-8991529477927190220?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/8991529477927190220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/8991529477927190220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2010/12/50-yard-line.html' title='The 50 Yard line'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TQ2bYx2HNBI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Yly3mVttlX0/s72-c/Sose%2Bpatriots%2Bprincess.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-984806318581025523</id><published>2010-12-16T02:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T02:45:47.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Ghetto Virtual wedding OF ALL TIME (Kenya voice)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TQnnIUGOuJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/D2uWLAbuB9w/s1600/treyahs%2Bwedding.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TQnnIUGOuJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/D2uWLAbuB9w/s320/treyahs%2Bwedding.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551222145730656402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So!! I told people i was going to blogg this. Well here it goes... 1st i would like to say Treyah... I love you... and i wont say anything in this blogg that will harm you... how ever this will get hilarious..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon arrival I can't lie (im 50 tyson) They had the set up so beautiful (cough that was gay sose) They told us to set surroundings to midnight... So when i did u notice they were gettin married under the stars and moon. Beautiful right? Not tell Anthuny ran his font... in front of everyone. I seen fam... love u all... to, fefe, to missy, ele, brissy, jah, etc etc... all there. But ant was goin ham. You right even on this nigga wedding day he gives a fuck less and less fuck. Nigga was tellin the brides maids to hurry the fuck up..., talkin about he gonna juggle balls n shit waiting. Had me laughin my ass off. I couldn't help but make small comments while he was standing there waiting for treyah to come down the isle... This was my all time moment... I'm never going to let this go...this nigga ant said and i quote while Luther Vandross was playing "man luther make a thug cry"  aaaahahhahahahahahahahahaha ANT WAS CRYING!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok i got a couple questions...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. What wedding reception plays... hip hop instrumentals while brides maids are walkin down the isle?? better yet when the bride is??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. What groom wont shut the fuc up? (ant)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Why they let a forever pregnant bitch be a brides made??? does the baby count as an extra brides maid?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Think u where short 1 man of the wedding... there was a best man... ur father and some other guy... and 4 brides maids...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why this nigga ant say brb while saying his vows... this nigga ghetto... smh lol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Reception...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now  i have least to say about it cause it consisted of just me dia and ant running our mouths back and forth all night. treyah u aint throw no bouquet... so i guesss non of u bitches gettin married... ant didnt take no wedding garter of her leg... nothing.. just shit talking and ranting... ghetto ass PEOPLE! lol not to mention how u gonna get on hotsie for dancin wit  treyah's dad??? laughin sayin let her have her moment.. niggaz outtie be ashamed of urselves... mayne i seen a worse wedding on playstation home tho...so dont feel bad... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wphmwqHSrRE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wphmwqHSrRE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They let the animals out this cage on this wedding day!!! w00t! i had fun :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you treyah and ant... and no u wont catch me getting married in a virtual world!   SoSe is gh00000000000000sT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-984806318581025523?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/984806318581025523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/984806318581025523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2010/12/most-ghetto-virtual-wedding-of-all-time.html' title='Most Ghetto Virtual wedding OF ALL TIME (Kenya voice)'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TQnnIUGOuJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/D2uWLAbuB9w/s72-c/treyahs%2Bwedding.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-4333427506505151748</id><published>2010-12-14T05:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T06:02:56.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Look at this shit... I've lost sole interest in posting shit. Would u like to kno why? im losing interest in life. Call me fucking emo.. i don't care. Fuck your life... I post less and less i was the worst candidate to take on the sose legacy. I know this is not that old but still. The old shit was rather hilarious. I just never found the heart to take a shit on someone... however... i've met a couple dick beaters on second life.. (coughcartercough) (coughacecough) but i didn't post them because 1 of them whined about it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TQdzDycb2PI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ZFgJlM9vsS8/s320/soseiswassup.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550531574675265778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 168px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this pic it says me on it... its who i am now... is that sose? yes that is i...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just wanted to share that... i like the artist who did it. He's a real nice person :) anyway... i need to find the will to get to my evil shit again...speakin of evil shit. I aint seen j or talked to j in a fuckin min...oh well fuck it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to rant. Ok i have a question? If you live with your significant other... what would poses you to want to stay online allday or even worse, play with yourself with other people online?? ok i have an answer for 1, Maybe they are miserable and can't get out of their so called love situation. Only stayin to live there or afraid of transition. Maybe their a piece of shit with no morals and like to cheat or talk to others online... If you claim ur happy why ignore ur other ?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why lie...? keep it real say u doin it cause u dont like their ass.  if u continuously try to work it out then dont lie to urself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do black people get serious on sl??? i met 2 fucks on there tryna seriously mack some chicks  and gettin upset because i was speaking reality to them. Told them... "hey ur never going to meet her in real life, ur only gonna play with urself in front of that computer... u mite as well cut it out" they got upset... why get upset? its true.... unless u plan on buyin a plan ticket to got get in that ass... more power too you... but dont get mad at me Dick beater.. its not a good look. Im sorry to single "black people" out but its because other races keep it fantasy while black people seriously sit and argue over the mic about prim dicks and shit. Specially the females... and ive noticed that on SL. The ratio of chicks on sl is 10 to 1... its more pussy on sl than it is niggaz... and the bitches bring more drama than anything... so let me get this straight... Playstation home has perverts... and SL has drama filled bitches... then how come the home pervs wont go to sl?? i rather chill wit the people who keep it fantasy. I dont wanna share my real life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;koombya azz niggaz behind campfires n shit sharing house stories... fuckin losers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soo i called mario galaxy 2 as gettin game of the year and it didnt even get nominated. Fuck spike tv... and their bullshit awards... I've been playin DC universe yes! DC universe! for the Playstation 3 and the PC. I'm bored with it. there is no fucking way they will get anyone to play 15 dollars for the same  they better lower the god damn price... this is how the game is... kill 15 of these.. collect 20 of these... transform 10 of these... destroy 20 of those... do that 3 times... then boss fight.. over and over and over... Sigh. I'm a villain the only satisfaction we gain is killin human player superhero's "SUPERHERO! GET THAT NIGGA!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-4333427506505151748?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/4333427506505151748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/4333427506505151748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2010/12/lost-blogs.html' title='Lost blogs'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TQdzDycb2PI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ZFgJlM9vsS8/s72-c/soseiswassup.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-7263974733708766545</id><published>2010-12-06T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T11:38:08.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PlayStation Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TP06ExTvIbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RHFQ7fbrBaA/s1600/0930102330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TP06ExTvIbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RHFQ7fbrBaA/s320/0930102330.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547654169620324786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can i say about this place... do i miss it? NO! lol, i will only come back to kick it wit J. Thats pretty much it. I like that I no longer have to talk in public. I don't like that people can pm me. Now people are thirsty for mics sense sony added it. Oh and for the record. I would like to give a warm fuck you to a certain sony employee for help banning some of my people and adding a MAJOR decline of interest of what we do on home. Also would like to add that i want compensation for sony watching my old videos and taking notes. Adding the feature to now report people and send the messages directly to sony... Now with that said. PSN is free. However if you put money on your account and think you're a badass and talk some shit to someone... SONY WILL BAN UR ASS! thats just me warning you...if you want to talk some shit to people... make an account you don't care about. Cause the accounts you do care about... even if you are playstation plus... If you do not follow their terms of service they will... i repeat...will! pull the plug on your account. Sort of the reasons why i will not run my font on home. I've been suspended 3  times. 1 more time and my account is gone. I refuse to let that happen. You don't even havta do anything. You can make like 10 people mad and they report you all at once... bam account is GONE!... thats what happen to CJ's account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-7263974733708766545?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/7263974733708766545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/7263974733708766545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2010/12/playstation-home.html' title='PlayStation Home'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TP06ExTvIbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RHFQ7fbrBaA/s72-c/0930102330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-7966698256726369475</id><published>2010-12-06T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T11:19:51.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bragging Rights...</title><content type='html'>Braggin' whats is bragging. Showing off something that you have. In any case please actually have what you're bragging about. Ok i've had my share of computer nerds who tend to come to my site and tell me about how free my site is. Well guess what, Its free for a reason. I will not pay for a website that doesn't make me any money. People who like to web surf and come here. They enjoy it, if they aint bitchin about it being free then why are u???&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now lets get back to the situation at hand. Bragging... Why do some people brag about shit they do or have but seem to always be logged into a messenger or some sort of online social loop. C'mon sose you and i need to think logic here for these peoples... ok?...ok... lets think about it sha'll we.... sure. ( lol i like talkin to myself sometimes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now...If you have servers. Know how to code, know how to create chat rooms over the internet and run scripts. Etc... Then why must you sit on the computer everyday? Can't you utilize ur skills and make something of them? I'm sure you can... and if you're established ya know... sitting online all day and making money. Then wait, why are u online if you're making money from creating codes. I mean dont get me wrong u gotta be online to sell ur product. But what are u doin every night on a social network, a ps3, or any vitural world bragging about how much u got???? like shouldn't u be in the club, the REAL club, not the virtual club. In that bitch bouncin like Kevin Hart? ( uh uh, gettin money, uh uh gettin money) ohhhhhhhh i got it, ur 1 of those ug mug... hutt hutt in the butt ass niggas that gets no chicks. Something like that nerd in the Mariah touch my body  video... its etheir that or ur lying all together?... why front on ur bragging rights? How about earn ur bragging rights.... So when you do bragg you have something to back it up with. Otherwise, don't come at me with bullshit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and another thing... Second life... its not sexy when ur married on sl and flirtin wit other bitches n the club trying to floss  what prims u have... anyone can make a boat or buy 1....if u ballin on sl... u own land and rent it out to other people who think they ballin but rent ur shit out....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-7966698256726369475?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/7966698256726369475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/7966698256726369475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2010/12/bragging-rights.html' title='Bragging Rights...'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-6882009408706423832</id><published>2010-11-25T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T11:25:45.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TP04saz50AI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_eso-NTKwlU/s1600/1125101714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TP04saz50AI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_eso-NTKwlU/s320/1125101714.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547652651752738818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is inner pain... what is pain? Its a deep dark feeling noone can describe. Its causes grief. It causes discomfort. Its like life is so empty, you feel alone. Noone is there for you but its not the proper feeling because everyone is there for you. you seem to close who your real friends are and shut your self out of every social loop. You feel alone but you're honestly not alone. Then what is your complex? whats your issue? you have no answer or no idea, Wtf is going on... People ask and you just shut them out. Pain is a horrible feeling noone should endure. Pain is my worst enemy and i cannot get passed it. How long have i been under this rock? I've lost track of time. I cannot find myself to vent to anyone with people bitching. I cannot talk about anything or anyone because my opinion is of a realist. I think different than people. For instance, people who have true feelings will act out on things before they do it. I can't find myself to enjoy anything in life. I have everything possible. Nice cloths... car... places-es to go, roof over my head. Food.. plenty to eat... video games, Music, movies you name it i pretty much have it. Yet i feel so empty. I havent been myself in months.... whats wrong with me? Am i losing the will to live?? I think that conclusion will come soon when I'm found dead. I pray to god that doesn't happen but i hope for the best to get threw this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-6882009408706423832?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/6882009408706423832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/6882009408706423832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2010/11/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TP04saz50AI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_eso-NTKwlU/s72-c/1125101714.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-5220590398815408693</id><published>2010-11-03T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T21:03:17.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perme Ban</title><content type='html'>So, After month and months of hiatus and stayin away from home. Well my prim's cam true. I knew we where a target of Sony. They banned CJ's account for good because he was reported over a few times....when we set up a lil staged story. Thats lame as fuc! Its ok... im not going to get banned again cause im officially staying off home to mess with people. I'm on home to play video games...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love games and im going to continue to only play games. I'm drifting off into the gamer reviewing more than dissing someone on here. I find dissing people to be fun at times untill they get butt hurt and take it serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hav enothing to blogg about sept. I have access to DC Universe online Beta. Icey will be giving reviews on it soon. Look for it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-5220590398815408693?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/5220590398815408693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/5220590398815408693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2010/11/perme-ban.html' title='Perme Ban'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-2847736638448714787</id><published>2010-10-25T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T09:38:06.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Mario...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last blog i was asking, looking for what game will take game over the year... yea well i forgot about Super Mario Galaxy 2. One of the games that shocked me. It received a 10 out of 10... Not many games get a perfect score. Last game that received a perfect score like that was GTA4 and that game ended up being gamer of the year 2008. I think mario is going to take it for the final year in this decade. Thats saying a lot for a Nintendo Wii game thats not even next gen graphics. Lets you know that graphics don't always make a great game....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... I have been ignoring playstation home and playstation all together. However the guy who added me had sent me a message that started "Hi sose i hope your day is going as good as you look."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My response was = "ROFL" word of advice guys... I don't like compliments. They to me seem as another way of trying to get closer to me. I'm never going to get flattered off of them. Please don't feed me corny ass lines. I'm not a bird, so I'm never going to eat the seeds you try to give me. You're better off planting them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Short blogg? eh but thats just what i have to say for now... now off too life... see ya'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I'll be on PlayStation hopefully this week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-2847736638448714787?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/2847736638448714787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/2847736638448714787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2010/10/super-mario.html' title='Super Mario...'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-4955005359541788270</id><published>2010-10-22T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T17:47:34.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so I shall bloggg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ya know... I hate mother fuckin bitchazz people these days. For instance, If you dont like me... i would respect you more if you can come spit in my face. Then i can smile at you. I feel more humiliated when people hate behind my back. You wanna know why??? Because i feel they are to afraid for me to give them my opinion. Yea bitch i will hurt your mother fuckin feelings... like i said tho if u spit in my face. I will RESPECT u MORE!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;end of Rant 1....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.... I've been talkin about the games. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What fuckin game will take game of the year????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOD of War 3....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Force Unleashed 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halo Reach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Red Dead Redemption&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dead Rising 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fallout New vegas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is there any other great games i forgot? let me know....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whats on my mind tho... seriously. People around me and my friends who call themselves friends to me but show lack of support untill someone get shit on. That makes no sense. I havta pull a stunt to get some attention? Im not doing that. Im not a bottem feeder....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TMIuUt6ZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0dBLNs6rUag/s320/633611424113169671-EpicFail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thats exactly how i feel about that. Epic fucking Fail.... doing Shit on second life... Pshome or whatever... fighting... arguing.... making an ass out of urself and pulling stunts just to get attention is epic fucking fail. Its like .... Running the special olympics a wise man once said.... even if you WIN.... You're still retarded... You still drool, you still have a crooked eye... etc etc... but in argument sake. U'r still that douch bag everyone says u fucking are at the end of the day lookin for attention. You're still that kid who hates everything...distant yourself... always bored and lookin for people to fuck wit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;in that case.... that brings me to J...He came at me today with a proposition. Which... I'm not calling him a moron or nothing but he pretty much explained to me that he wants to "expose fams" on pshome. Now... i've been there and done that. The problem i have with that is my prestige. I'm too well known to be sitting here letting some clown's retailiate off me and get their name know cause they had sose beef.... look at the frosties. They been there sense day 1. Noone really cared about the frosties untill we put them on the map. 1 of them even BEGGEd to be blogged or done a video about so he can have "fans" lol. My thing is this. I rather make clans or fams fight themselves and implode. Annoying teams will eventually disband themselves... their largest fear is... for someone to humiliate them....When i sit back n write this shit now. I think to myself... "sose... why post a psn name or a person's name now? all they gonna do is BITCH about how they didnt do a certain thing" well let me tell you something. Before i post i have evidence that you did it. A lot of you fucks try to say i set you up when u know damn well you did it on your own and that i allowed you to and didnt stop you. Or say anything to condone ur actions. If you think i set u up... well Fuck  you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pix, video and print screen does not lie.... now im sleepy and im done writing... hope u enjoyed this bullshit cause didnt enjoy writing it... fuckballs... gnite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-4955005359541788270?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/4955005359541788270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/4955005359541788270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-i-shall-bloggg.html' title='so I shall bloggg'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TMIuUt6ZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0dBLNs6rUag/s72-c/633611424113169671-EpicFail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-778512501470431192</id><published>2010-10-22T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T10:04:32.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The am hours...</title><content type='html'>Hmmmm its 9:54 am... on a friday. I woke up early and decided to touch Playstation home. I've  gathered all around interactions this morn. 1st going to the uncharted space i ended up being asked to join a clan.... whats with "clans" on playstation home anyway... what do you guys do besides dress up and stand together? Do you guys launch into games and play them? I mean seriously... why dress up as a mafia boss and stand around???&lt;div&gt;Then The Funny... yes i call it the funny. I go to sully's bar. Some guy was talking to some girl. He was supposed to be downloading something. Then he lowkey added me when she walked away. I sent him a message "why are you adding me? answer wisely" this nigga told me he wanna talk to me and get to know me like "grown adults" PFFFFT... i know where that lead to... so me being as devious as i am... i added him but i told him i dont sit n chat over the ps3.... I like to play video games....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lucky me i ended up talking to some guy who wants to know what games i going to be game of the year.. so yes my experience is not so bad. I wanna see what this lil peon dude gonna bring to my blog later on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-778512501470431192?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/778512501470431192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/778512501470431192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2010/10/am-hours.html' title='The am hours...'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-783591433635365013</id><published>2010-10-20T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T23:34:16.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So im going to Post Just beCAUSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TL_cdhsndVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7Bze899XvW4/s1600/Uncharted2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TL_cdhsndVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7Bze899XvW4/s1600/Uncharted2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;Oooops sorry caps. O well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets me see here i have been gaming more than getting on home. I've also been on sl a lot more. SL is a place where u can mellow out and not havta worry about perverts. However dont bring your real life drama to sl. For some unknown reason those people like to start drama and pass notecards like they are in highschool. The appeal to SL is people are middle aged. Ya know? people who dont go out much... 25 - 50. I dont get why so old but be so childish, guess they was punked in their 1st life wheree they gotta come and make a name for themselves in a second.. one... low self esteem much? lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing i noticed is how im not very holiday orientated. Here it is october about to be holloween. I never requested my site to get a make over or nothing.... i may do it for christmas. It all depends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news. I take gaming seriously... if your trying to holla at me just to get into a chat or anything like that. Its not going to work. Unless you wanna play a game, I will not talk to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TL_cdhsndVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7Bze899XvW4/s320/Uncharted2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've been playing a lot of Uncharted 2 multi... i love this game more than anything.... i should have been playing this a long time ago. Well its seems as if preditors don't come to me anymore. Is it because im known? Probably... I also notice that when J is around he gets over protective and scares people off before they start talkin shet. I thought that was CJ's job? and CJ dont even fk wit people untill i say "go" and i never really say go... so Is J n love??? lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The answer can be concluded  another time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you think this blog is boring? well.... Who cares... Fuc you.... i will have another blogg soon to. Im just going to keep bloggin. Like they All USED to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-783591433635365013?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/783591433635365013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/783591433635365013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-im-going-to-post-just-because.html' title='So im going to Post Just beCAUSE'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TL_cdhsndVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7Bze899XvW4/s72-c/Uncharted2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-6554271538510639167</id><published>2010-10-17T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T21:28:07.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTACK of the GORLOCKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TLvLRGPLb_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/F1fI8IfkV3Y/s1600/1017100247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TLvLRGPLb_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/F1fI8IfkV3Y/s320/1017100247.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529236462119907314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;uhm Thats the troubled face i had last night when i was sitting on home by myself and some guy came talking to me. I was sitting online on sl and i noticed some guy on ps3 was sitting next to me while i was idle. Talking to himself, explaining to me on his own conversation that i caught when M's showd up that the gorlocks are coming and they devourer whole planets. They eat your parents, your pets and suck the bones out and leave the skin. Ok wait... i thought they eat whole planets what the hell??? This guy lost me before he started. Then he kept fallowing me as i moved. Not that it  bugged me, just found that it was funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh... that dude is fkin weird... lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i spent 30 mins on home and thats why this blog is short.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-6554271538510639167?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/6554271538510639167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/6554271538510639167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2010/10/attack-of-gorlocks.html' title='ATTACK of the GORLOCKS!'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TLvLRGPLb_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/F1fI8IfkV3Y/s72-c/1017100247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-6752666519264181983</id><published>2010-10-15T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T16:43:33.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So im annoyed... intellect much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TLjjJbD9mdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GdxARUIDktk/s1600/SL+house_001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TLjjJbD9mdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GdxARUIDktk/s320/SL+house_001.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528418293619988946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;So thats my piece of paradise on SL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Yea i have a heli, you may ask... "WAT thA fuK u need a heli for?". I have a heli cause i like to show off i guess i don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Intellect much? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ok so im sitting on playstation home with my baby b0o right? Prior to J showing up this dude comes talking to me with the psn that has something to do with smoking. 1st he threw a line at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"smokin" : hi how are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"me" : im fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"smokin" : I know u are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;like seriously? thats the best you got? Then get goes on with where are you from? Then i ask the dreaded question all perverts hate. I asked him "why?" he said "im sorry" and walked away. Then J shows up. He comes back and speaks more gibberish bullshit... like ok??? then ask me if i smoke and if im on something cause im not talkin to him. I needed to give him some because he wanted to be as "high as me" like dude... shut the fuc what we call up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He comes back  and keeps asking me stupid shit over and over? What is it with people online behind avatars? Do they just get intimidated because you ask questions of their inferior inquiries?? I mean seriously? Why do people ask where are u from unless they have a motive of gathering information about "swag"? I mean thats the reason i ask people where they are from... and how old they are so i can understand their personality, ethnicity and their religions.  What the fuc... Then on SL.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Lol i saw Jarome from Martin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TLjmInxGYLI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/MZnFwEc_OCo/s320/Jerome.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TLjmdRYAuuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-X9kot1UAP0/s320/Jerome+in+the+house_001.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i swear that was him.... lollol specially how he was dancin... he had that james brown that Jerome haz haha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;anway....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I've had conversations on SL where its like "omg why are u iming me?"  non of them are worthy of posting. I've learned that if im going to blogg about my experience's. Keep these butt hurt ass people's PSN and SL names off my blogg... they act like bitches and cry when they get blogged. Its not that serious at all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;SoSe... is like Deja, Seacresting Out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-6752666519264181983?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/6752666519264181983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/6752666519264181983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-im-annoyed-intellect-much.html' title='So im annoyed... intellect much?'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TLjjJbD9mdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GdxARUIDktk/s72-c/SL+house_001.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-4121521196851342468</id><published>2010-10-10T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T01:19:56.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Switcherroooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I failed to get pix and a PSN name... but lord o lord. I witness a "Female" on playstation home who claimed to be a female on a guy psn. I wasn't being very polite this day. Well She asked me where was i from. I responded with "my momma's Vajaja" and she instantly called me a dumb bitch. Then asked herself why she has to pick up the dumb bitches... Responded with "well u mite want to try to use a PSN tag with a sensible name. I mean calling yourself with you are is not really good to approach a girl with." she goes... "well im on my husbands Psn" ok... what the f---? seriously? Thats what she could come up with? -scratches head-  PSN is still free. She could of made her own. in which i told her that. She responds with  "I'm just checkin out who would go lesbo and wants a lick" ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHTTTTTTTT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; anyway i just wanted to quickly share that....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have a good night....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-4121521196851342468?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/4121521196851342468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/4121521196851342468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2010/10/switcherroooo.html' title='Switcherroooo'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-5161043238713734128</id><published>2010-09-20T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T16:23:56.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>200th Post -all about SoSe and change-</title><content type='html'>Where do i start? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Today I want to discuss SoSe. I don't care for many of others opinions anymore. I'm going to write about what I like and what I desire. From day 1 when this all started it was about what i have come to encounter. What dude tried to get with me over a PlayStation. What stupid shit that happened in between. Lots of funny virtual stuff. Yes this was grand and it was amazing to have this website. Then 1 day someone took the fun out of everything and began to disrespect on a non-virtual level. Started dissing with personal lives and such. You know what, Fuck that. I'm not feeding into all that bullshit. After this post there will no longer be crap like that here. It was our mistake as a team here @ The SoSe Project to feed into it. We gained so much momentum and then lost a lot more. Lost many friends along the road, lost many sponsors, contributors, fans, people who just enjoyed SoSe as a character in a whole. Listening to people about taking away the swearing was not a good idea. Yes i swear, I say "fuck" a lot. But i do it with color and i do it with passion. I tend to say fuck because a lot of people have fucked up lives and do fucking retarded things. Fuckery is an new form of life to some of these "fuck ups" in the world so fuck it. Why not embrace the word fuck? You're all fucking up anyway so why sugar coat the fucking shit. sigh... It was down to the great days of playing people on PlayStation home and bringing great stories. Let me inform you of what never happened. I have never received or anyone else who has played "SoSe" has never received any donations, gifts, PSN cards, etc in a form of deception. Being deceptive has never been a SoSe trait. I've and the players of the past where instructed to keep it real with  yourself. Never let SoSe become un-pure. The reason being is because SoSe always needs to keep herself pure with her own evidence as their are many sociopathic people who use PlayStation Home just because they can get away with the bullshit they try to pull. SoSe is 10 steps ahead of those types by recording their asses and taking pictures and notes of people. Their many liars, cheaters, deceives all in 1 spot called PSH. The 1 and only console based virtual world. Reason being is because of their regret for their real lives. People have doubts and doubt themselves. Studying all that bullshit has been fun. Exposing others is not always a great idea. See however many of you make think. SoSe or the SoSe Project has never just exposed someone just because they want to make fun of them no.... We've always considered ya'know maybe some of these people aren't socializing enough to understand the yes' and no's to normal social behavior. The 1s who are aware of their griefs, and deceptive behaviors on a evil intention are the 1s who get the exposure. That being said is the reason a certain group "NHO" was never attacked because watching them. They where there for helping people online to have something to do. Events, clubs, gaming, etc... We need to focus on whats entertaining. Thats not peoples mishaps. I mean its part of it because they do it and its funny. Things that shouldn't be on home should still be exposed but only when the person is aware and continuously pushing. They INSIST on (keyword: insist!) on continuing to hit on an avatar after being told to go away. "Thats the lame shit we are looking for" the people who are told to quit bugging us. I don't want to see your dick on cam. No, why did i get in the chat and record that person. Because they kept asking and begging. So by me taking it for everyone else to show so they can avoid that person. I do what i have to do. This shit has gone from entertainment, to "lets fix home" to nonsense. I want it back to the beginning where it looked like it was fun. Diss my second life and my PlayStation home life all you want...I'm not who you think i am. All you need to know is my name is SoSe... and i like to say fuck you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SoSe is outt..... :D see you in the future with more bloggs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-5161043238713734128?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/5161043238713734128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/5161043238713734128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2010/09/200th-post-all-about-sose-and-change.html' title='200th Post -all about SoSe and change-'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-8738274382575098480</id><published>2010-09-15T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T02:11:37.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My (SL)brother is a Dick beater</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The SoSe Project End of an Era 199 Post! Second Life Vs PlayStation Home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;( ONCE AGAIN I'VE BEEN CENSORED!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUCK YOU ALL!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in other news...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Certa made these Free Pooch Tshirts that Say "These salads wont toss themselves" hmmm looks like im not the only 1 who dislike pooch...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TJCoy6M81MI/AAAAAAAAAD4/2DstBhK9wkw/s320/free+pooch.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TJCoysuRdGI/AAAAAAAAADw/S050CSfE9KA/s320/Freepooch.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then Certa did a WHOLE SESSION with a SALAD bowl on his azz... askin pooch is he like jelly or syrup. Apparently pooch is now with someone My real life brother (cousin) g0dly usta fuck with from playstation. Im not going to reveal her name. Just know she sucks any did that she THINKS has popularity.... thats non of my business anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TJCoyXlm7II/AAAAAAAAADo/7kZW25iyz5M/s320/SALADbowl.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CERTA ur a Fool for this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 200th Post will be about PlayStation again see'ing i lost intrest because it will NEVER CHANGE! but the SoSe Crew is going recruiting and we have surprises for you this fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-8738274382575098480?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/8738274382575098480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/8738274382575098480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-slbrother-is-dick-beater.html' title='My (SL)brother is a Dick beater'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TJCoy6M81MI/AAAAAAAAAD4/2DstBhK9wkw/s72-c/free+pooch.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-8620553820001181945</id><published>2010-08-17T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T15:46:18.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FLAME YO BITCH ASS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TGsPrjzI1II/AAAAAAAAADQ/vM72GAYsp58/s1600/IMG00090+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yea so... guess what. I'm blogging again. This is called "flame yo bitch azz" for the simple fact that i don't care anymore. Last year we had someone tell us that we were only doing this to make fun of people. Well, we basically denied that. Stated we wanted to make home a better place. But WHY!? fuck HOME! Sony never did shit for me, Why help them gay azz mother fuckers? So heres what im implying. I'm Flamming every mother fucker like a "slam book" so this white bitch once called it in the past. Yea bitch thats RIGHT. Im clowning mother fuckers just because i fuckin Can! FUCK THAT! Being Nice gets you nowhere. Helping people gets you no Fucking where... being evil gets you unwanted attention. Fuck the unwanted part... i ignore it and keep doing me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who am i Flaming?? 1's a guy the other is a girl. This mother fucker named Justix. Lets just say i saw him in the fight night space today (which i did) and this is what a call one of those mother fuckers who got nothing better to do but rag on avatar cloths and what people got on. Ok so what people are n00bs. Thats fine, If i see a n00b im not going to talk shit to him cause he has on brown pants and a blue home shirt. Or not a chick cuz she got on the regular jeans the normal hair and red feet cloths. Nope... but this dude with the corny lines like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TGsOvuAl4II/AAAAAAAAADI/M4tZB3doYVo/s1600/IMG00089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TGsOvuAl4II/AAAAAAAAADI/M4tZB3doYVo/s320/IMG00089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506511182357717122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"step ya swag up" - Lol why do people use the word Swag? like its a real word. Its a LAZY way of saying "carry yourself a little better"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"get your cake up" on playstation 3????? dude... in this pic u look like the fuckin brawny guy and MR clean had gay sex and had your monkey azz.... Tf outtie here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who REALLY likes to ball on ps3 like seriously??? oh yeaaa this 1 kid i argued with. He had a female friend her psn was "NickiMinaj" something. I don't i just throw out the bitch has that psn. Like who really wants to be nicki?? anyway... My rant is why ball on the PS3????????????? who u trying to impress with your 49cent kicks and you 2 dollar outfit. ITS FUCKIN VIRTUAL. U can ball for less on secondlife... the fuc is with these playstation niggaz man....sony got them thinking they empowered with their chump change they find under they momma couch they can spend on virtual shit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TGsPrjzI1II/AAAAAAAAADQ/vM72GAYsp58/s1600/IMG00090+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TGsPrjzI1II/AAAAAAAAADQ/vM72GAYsp58/s320/IMG00090+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506512210409084034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this Capt-n Save a home-O Nickiluv, with her DSL's.... (for those who dont know DICK SUCKING LIPS) look at this bitch lips. Looks like a pink crayola  slaped this bitch in the mouth and then a paint brush with purple paint slaped both sides of her face.... and said "FUCK IT there u go... new look". All she could type to me was "gay bitch, lezbo bitch" like LOL??? yes... like Lol?? yes!! LOL!!! lol!! tf was with this tramp? she was on "dont talk to justix like that blah blah blah" i was over the other side of my PS3 DYIN!!! lol!! i passed the FUC OUTTT ohhhhh shit....wow. mam u got it bad bad bad bad bad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since when did sony allow these Marcus PSP wannabes come on home?? thats what ima call them "STEP YA GAME UP! MARCUS PSP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.... i mean damn Playstation life has become an actual existence. Thats horrible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SoSe signin out... waves@ Deja... im bloggin again SEACREAST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-8620553820001181945?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/8620553820001181945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/8620553820001181945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2010/08/flame-yo-bitch-ass.html' title='FLAME YO BITCH ASS!!'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/TGsOvuAl4II/AAAAAAAAADI/M4tZB3doYVo/s72-c/IMG00089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-4294642847681119246</id><published>2010-07-02T19:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T19:36:31.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life without SoSe</title><content type='html'>So, I have Noticed That anything i do is not right. Well, Fuck You! I have noticed i cannot speak my mind or have proper friends without someone having to question my god damn actions. Is it that i care to much? Yes i Care a little too fucking much. Here is my solution to all this bullshit caring. After being played twice on Second life i am done. No more, I will no longer be SoSe the nice Bitch. I will be just a devious as i was when all this first started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whats it like without me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you laugh just as little&lt;br /&gt;- you're less likely to get offended but you still laugh&lt;br /&gt;- you're friends will less bitch at you&lt;br /&gt;- you will get invited to parties&lt;br /&gt;- you wont have any rumors attached to you&lt;br /&gt;- you will have a virtual life&lt;br /&gt;- you will be able to virtually date&lt;br /&gt;- you're favorite games will not consist of killing , swearing and high uses of drugs&lt;br /&gt;- you'll actually win in some video games&lt;br /&gt;- your grandma will not beat you over the head for running her electricity bill by you staying up all night&lt;br /&gt;- you will not get text jumped&lt;br /&gt;- you'll most likely become head of a nerd club&lt;br /&gt;- you'll virtual world life will be pretty existent but you will never make any money unless you become a reporter or journalist&lt;br /&gt;- I will not be able to clown you and make you're self esteem go down. Even tho its called Self-esteem bitch i don't know how i can effect that.&lt;br /&gt;- You can prim all that you desire (have avatar sex)&lt;br /&gt;- You can enjoy your shitty Modern Warfare games Just don't let me catch you on GTA or Red Dead, I'll fuck you up on site.&lt;br /&gt;- Madden NFL football will be enjoyable again&lt;br /&gt;- Sony Fanboy can enjoy his shitty system without being ripped a new asshole by what the hell i have to say&lt;br /&gt;- Deja will be here to make you think about weird shit anyway...&lt;br /&gt;- You'll be able to hang on to your lunch money&lt;br /&gt;- I will not be able to Punch you in the Skull and pop your eyeballs out&lt;br /&gt;- You will no longer receive death threats.&lt;br /&gt;- You will be able to care about your friends who are completely bitch-made and not your friends in the first damn place&lt;br /&gt;- You WILL have to watch if you get blogged.&lt;br /&gt;- You WILL havta watch if i decide to fuck you up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If thats not funny. Than fuck you anyway... All i havta say is this is year 2. Im changing everything, Shaking shit up and i am no longer going to kick it with the same people anymore. If you're not down u're just not down. You can eat a duck or dick for all i care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SoSe says... im loggin... pz bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-4294642847681119246?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/4294642847681119246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/4294642847681119246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-without-sose.html' title='Life without SoSe'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-946878934993048492</id><published>2010-05-27T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T13:42:07.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bet Nobody Saw This Coming................</title><content type='html'>So I switched jobs to one that would let me be at home every night. Honestly I hated being away from my baby. I kinda missed my husband too sometimes. I make less money but more mommy time and thats just fine by me. Plus sex with strange men just looses its appeal after like the 12th one. Anyhoo........more time at home has strangely transformed into less time online. Contrary to popular belief I am in fact still alive. Crazy huh? Not on the web and still breathing??? How unhuman of me!!! Yeah........eat me. I do miss somethings about online tho...and those things have transferred in to my real life. When I was on a plane going to New Jersey I remember thinking "I sure hope we don't get hit by a stinger"........or sometimes if I'm in a conversation thats boring the ovaries out of my vagina I'll look for the mute option. Rarely is it visible. Hell......sometimes I'll be listening to the radio and I think about how the song would look in Rockband, finger motions and all. God I miss sitting at home not doing anything. Ain't nothing better than free money until the free money sits down next to you and develops its own PS3 addition because the stupid free money's job laid him o..........errr....I mean the free money wasn't so free. The free money wants day time sex and cooked food at weird hours like 6pm and wants to go out with you and your friends because it has nothing better to do. Stupid free money. Then I start working again so the free money decides he doesn't feel like a man so it goes out and gets a job better than me so now the free money wears the pants!!!!!  HOW DARE HE!!......... I mean it!! If I'm gonna give up mid-evening sex I rather do it sans the day at work. /Rant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Up, A-Town Down, Seacreast OUT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-946878934993048492?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/946878934993048492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/946878934993048492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2010/05/bet-nobody-saw-this-coming.html' title='Bet Nobody Saw This Coming................'/><author><name>DejaStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628882674144083323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCq3Dn5qYXw/Shx7aTKbXwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qo0sOZakccU/S220/fashion-illustration-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-6850075400190073896</id><published>2010-05-15T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T16:16:16.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cams and Mics</title><content type='html'>Cams and Mics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So What i don't Understand about playstation home... is why do Guys sign on and get defensive when you ask what their reasoning for asking a girl if she has a cam and a mic?? For instance today i was on home standin on the bench watchin a movie on xbox. Ya kno just chillan and i get this message...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e)  {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S-8pA0T6ftI/AAAAAAAAACw/k9Rg9hNuDmM/s1600/IMG00054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S-8pA0T6ftI/AAAAAAAAACw/k9Rg9hNuDmM/s320/IMG00054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471637166297349842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Wtf... ok you have a mic and cam? now with my mood this morning i went off on this dude. I asked him nicely wtf he ask me that bullshit for? (contradiction) Boy did this wasted fuck make it worse by tellin me it was just a question and that he lives with his girl... ok hmmmm.... PEOPLE, PEOPLE!! come on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S-8pBn4eFfI/AAAAAAAAADA/lLxrFUZN8gs/s1600/IMG00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S-8pBn4eFfI/AAAAAAAAADA/lLxrFUZN8gs/s320/IMG00051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471637180140885490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously lets all ask ourselves this question. If u were living with someone. Whats the reason to even consider using home as a reference to cam or mic someone of the opposite sex. Ok from a womans perspective. Lets think logical. If your boyfriend was sittin on his playstation or vise versa u were sitting on your ps3 ladies and you ask to cam other guys. Wouldn't that mean that you are a.... not satisfied with something that your man is not giving you so u are lookin for other options. fellas same thing... you guys do it to fill in that gap in your relationship. 2. you wannna feel all macho or big pimptress and just see what you can get on the side. 3. You really just have no respect. 4. You wanna fuck around while u're bored.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S-8pBfM3jhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TcVGk5SvEFg/s1600/IMG00053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S-8pBfM3jhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TcVGk5SvEFg/s320/IMG00053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471637177810521618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those options i can agree with tha final 1 and respect it. Hell if anyone was real i can respect all options as long as you're honest' But when ur a lyin piece of shit like this guy who lives with his girl and sits on his ps3 lookin for chicks to mic and cam. like i wonder if he pay the bills in the house and where was she on a saturday morning?? like i hope she aint takin care of this bum azz nigga while he doin this bulllshit. after all PSN is Free so he has free range to use Home as his playground as long as she is payin the cable or DSL bill right? what a mother fuckin loser!! case closed pussy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-6850075400190073896?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/6850075400190073896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/6850075400190073896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2010/05/cams-and-mics.html' title='Cams and Mics'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S-8pA0T6ftI/AAAAAAAAACw/k9Rg9hNuDmM/s72-c/IMG00054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-5537890030528727877</id><published>2010-05-07T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T21:42:09.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic Day!</title><content type='html'>So!! you may ask am i going to Bash someone today. No i gotta Say today was a CLASSIC SoSe DAY! FINaLLY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my 1st Order of PLaystation Home WeirdNess... i declare MARRIAGE Counseling!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... engagement counseling... well... relationship. OH What EVER! ok heres what happens. I'm sitting on home minding me and you all kno me. I jump in someone conversation. This chick says her her "man" does she look good?? Ha! i jumped in and all i said was "no" and she Got OFFENDEDDDDDDDD LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S-TmS48IXTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/G0iNVJxKKsU/s1600/IMG00043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S-TmS48IXTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/G0iNVJxKKsU/s320/IMG00043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468749059731250482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not only That she just Jumped all over Me. Just talkin mad shit. Just "bitch shut yo lonely ass up you mad cuz you aint got a man and blah blah blah" im like ya!? this is playstation home bitch i didnt sign on here to PSdate noone. The Fuc u talkin about? She's goin off talkin about, "i know my man in real life and we got a baby...." K ho... TMI!? i dont care???? Well from there they start bickering talkin about how much i love them and what-not cause we are in central plaza claimin i was following them. I really wasnt...Free area i can go where i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S-TnFRRsQDI/AAAAAAAAACY/5pEkglj3XQs/s1600/IMG00044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S-TnFRRsQDI/AAAAAAAAACY/5pEkglj3XQs/s320/IMG00044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468749925257592882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow they kinda look retarded in this pic. Ok so after they go on with the bickering about me folllowin n shit they got to talkin about marriage and i just SO happen to catch the guy say he's not ready to get married on game or in Real life... (i died laughin at ON GAME) lol! thats when they started  tellin everyone their business about how they live n 2 diff states they do have a child (i guess) and he's in the navy. Thats cool, I hope but the Fact of her attitude was god awful. i mean she stormed offffff when he said that. Then we tried talking to him reasoning with him. Saying he shouldn't of done that in public... well... She Came up to us seen me him and lins talking and she just said something like "oh you over here cakin these bitches but you cant make it up with me" something like that. Storms the fuck off... i laughed again!. ii ended up tellin her i was trying to help and that i just asked him whats wrong and she shouldnt of done that. Made it worse for her. Well she appologized to me and then all i know after that was i tried to reason with her but they both got emo and sat on diff sides of the Plaza LITERALLY! What i didnt get was at 1st i was the lonely bitch and the hater... then next thing i know i was being thanked for asking her man why he didnt wanna marry her.... hmmmmm Playstation home has plenty of drama! and you know what I LIKE IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of that big ol thing of laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S-TofMUh4wI/AAAAAAAAACo/0wbgfH86AEA/s1600/IMG00047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S-TofMUh4wI/AAAAAAAAACo/0wbgfH86AEA/s320/IMG00047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468751470115545858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Guy.... MilkyMike. What can i say? at 1st i thought he was a fuckin loser just tryna mack chicks on home the way he was talkin to us. It was mad funny. He sayin "ask about me im mikey from Philly they call me Face!" like seriously? they  call you face? like... ok?? thats intimidating... yea right. He begged for lins and i to see his myspace and i really didnt look for the sake of laughter but if i would of i probably would of put it on blast here. So thank god i didnt cause i would of humiliated this dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S-Toeory_AI/AAAAAAAAACg/7soB5ZDyL3k/s1600/IMG00046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S-Toeory_AI/AAAAAAAAACg/7soB5ZDyL3k/s320/IMG00046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468751460549458946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out after i sent him away and being rude to him. I ended up talkn to him and he told me he has a gf and a baby girl and that he was just chillin while his daughter is asleep. That i could respect. Any father who Games while their child is sleeping to get a break. Hell any Father who takes care of their children for that matter. So Mikey big ups You're ok with me. just dont get out of line...&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres my Normal blog again from the past... Classic SoSe... At its best. I love bloggin things like this and im going to do more...Stay tuned. The Bitch is out and i wont STOP TILL I GET MY STRONG HOLD BACK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-5537890030528727877?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/5537890030528727877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/5537890030528727877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2010/05/classic-day.html' title='Classic Day!'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S-TmS48IXTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/G0iNVJxKKsU/s72-c/IMG00043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-8674160772891401745</id><published>2010-04-26T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T02:48:56.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thats Free advertisement</title><content type='html'>bringin you moreeeee videos... ima take the note down. i'm havin fun we workin wit my own shit... lol. Sose be clownin niggaz on SL, while i be clownin niggaz on PSN. wow. Next we gon own some IMVU niggaz. Avatar worlds LOOK OUT FOR SP! The SoSe Project is Unblockable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cmoPRAoowOk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/cmoPRAoowOk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/8217173464802805346-8674160772891401745?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/8674160772891401745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/8674160772891401745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2010/04/thats-free-advertisement.html' title='Thats Free advertisement'/><author><name>SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782353617772679920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SY9z-4yuuLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7Af_2lsErR4/S220/IMG00500.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-1123354285771537347</id><published>2010-04-24T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T03:59:36.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We SAY FUCK A LOT!</title><content type='html'>Its Gezo here We dissin niggaz and i can't take it no more.. FUck em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuc the Frostys and Locust_star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f6DzW1ETmGo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/f6DzW1ETmGo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Wavycrockett!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UYvsSM8sGI8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/UYvsSM8sGI8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck em all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uwSZKEGyZ9M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/uwSZKEGyZ9M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/8217173464802805346-1123354285771537347?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/1123354285771537347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/1123354285771537347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2010/04/we-say-fuck-lot.html' title='We SAY FUCK A LOT!'/><author><name>SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782353617772679920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SY9z-4yuuLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7Af_2lsErR4/S220/IMG00500.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-7238049309055621275</id><published>2010-04-23T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T11:49:20.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imbecile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;How sweet it would be to be able to assault those scum, perverted, child molesting acting, cheap ass, virgin, leg humping punks. What tactics can I do alone, to do something to these imbeciles, yes that is the right word, here are the definitions; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a person of the second order in a former classification of mental retardation, above the level of idiocy, having a mental age of seven or eight years and an intelligence q&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;uotient&lt;/span&gt; of 25 to 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;a dunce; blockhead; dolt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;mentally feeble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;showing mental feebleness or incapacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;stupid; silly; absurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;Archaic . weak or feeble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Maybe they will just by their own stupidity die off in random simple mindedness ways? I can only hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-7238049309055621275?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/7238049309055621275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/7238049309055621275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2010/04/imbecile.html' title='Imbecile'/><author><name>Jennever</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4aDkqkmqBEE/S8dBl3XsYJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/D7BOuClwnDs/S220/26863_100462749992555_100000864909411_10587_4406173_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-396530552530859944</id><published>2010-04-19T22:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T23:06:54.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While you Were sleeping...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So we found a Jackoff Artist. This fucking pervert was beatin his meat with people in the room! U SICK SON OF OF A BITCH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4pXdI5U4jAE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&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/4pXdI5U4jAE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;Pooch is my Bitch! a Rated Unblockable Production....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pooch is a lil bitch i found on second life. He talks shit, so i decided to make a lil story about his old ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TWwp54uHFuY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&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/TWwp54uHFuY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-396530552530859944?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/396530552530859944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/396530552530859944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2010/04/while-you-were-sleeping.html' title='While you Were sleeping...'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-9069883547118620819</id><published>2010-04-18T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T21:51:27.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So you Cant be seen wit us!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S8vdWsklvcI/AAAAAAAAACI/1E7xpB22xwQ/s1600/PlayStation%C2%AEHome+Picture+4-16-2010+10-30-56.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S8vdVDR6LNI/AAAAAAAAABo/yb_bn2u3kZQ/s1600/PlayStation%C2%AEHome+Picture+4-11-2010+4-39-16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S8vdVDR6LNI/AAAAAAAAABo/yb_bn2u3kZQ/s320/PlayStation%C2%AEHome+Picture+4-11-2010+4-39-16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461702326844271826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I  have this problem with, No fuck that! i have a bone to pick with you  Mother Fuckers... So you can't bee seen with People who have an opinion  about Playstation home?? AKA people who associate with the sose  project?? Why!?  is it because our opinion Fucking HURTS? that most of  you social heads have no fucking Life??&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S8vdVDR6LNI/AAAAAAAAABo/yb_bn2u3kZQ/s1600/PlayStation%C2%AEHome+Picture+4-11-2010+4-39-16.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S8vdWsklvcI/AAAAAAAAACI/1E7xpB22xwQ/s1600/PlayStation%C2%AEHome+Picture+4-16-2010+10-30-56.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S8vdWsklvcI/AAAAAAAAACI/1E7xpB22xwQ/s320/PlayStation%C2%AEHome+Picture+4-16-2010+10-30-56.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461702355108347330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because its the only life you have?? i mean come on lets get to the bottem of this? The People who Don't Accept us are the people who want to keep PShome a fantasy. Don't GET ME WRONG NOW, Cause i know how most of you fucks jump to conclusions -cough- There is nothing wrong with Role playing on a playstation... Seriously as long as you keep it in that aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S8vdWY4HMcI/AAAAAAAAACA/awuApFbZELw/s1600/PlayStation%C2%AEHome+Picture+4-14-2010+4-21-37.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S8vdWY4HMcI/AAAAAAAAACA/awuApFbZELw/s320/PlayStation%C2%AEHome+Picture+4-14-2010+4-21-37.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461702349821522370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But! as soon as you start lying about who you are to people, saying you are this and that, And you have this and people start to believe you and show feelings for you and then WORST OF ALL Fall in love with something or someone ur trying to be and you're LYING about it. You need fucking help like seriously. For those Type of people are those who DON't Want to be around us because they are afraid we will put you on blast! No, We wont actually Only when it becomes a problem where people have to know. Then you have the complete Fucking ignorant who just want to Slander us because their friends told them to stay away. A their friend has something to hide or  B their friend is a complete ignorant as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S8vdWBgIzAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/pRgOmc9fP14/s1600/PlayStation%C2%AEHome+Picture+4-14-2010+4-20-48.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S8vdWBgIzAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/pRgOmc9fP14/s320/PlayStation%C2%AEHome+Picture+4-14-2010+4-20-48.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461702343546948610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me... I think its a Fucking cop out to not hang with Us because we are REAL. Real gamers, real people with real fucking feelings. For you social netfucks to come fuck with us doesn't help you. Cause we arent going to put beef on blast... why? u just want the attention. What we do. We think about before we do it. Not just go wild. Back to the question at hand? Why can't you be seen with us??? Your friends cry like bitches??? huh is that what it is?? i think so, Most of the people on home are encouraged by their peers. I didn't think this was highschool for adults... but then again, I signed on to Second life and found out that is the truth. Its a social fucking nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S8vdVlo4WjI/AAAAAAAAABw/03V9YZOtWBw/s1600/PlayStation%C2%AEHome+Picture+4-11-2010+4-43-38.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S8vdVlo4WjI/AAAAAAAAABw/03V9YZOtWBw/s320/PlayStation%C2%AEHome+Picture+4-11-2010+4-43-38.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461702336067426866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not only that its retarded... I can't stand the Shit me personally. I can't say any names but for that matter i think i was being a good friend to most of you and for a lot of you to come at me fucked up because your friends dont agree with the sose project. Then fuck them and fuck you for not standing up for youself. Fuck you for choosing to be invited into a playstation home party with the music being played threw the a blu tooth mic with 10 animated dances. Like what fun is that?? i STILL DONT GET IT! i don't even do that on IMVU. least on Second life theirs unlimited amount of dances and chicks can dance in Sync. Wow at the playstation casual  fuck heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wit that said... im done with bullshit. Im not payin attention to it... you got drama for complaining about what we do = FUCK YOU, :) with a smile and have a nice fuckin day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S8vdVDR6LNI/AAAAAAAAABo/yb_bn2u3kZQ/s1600/PlayStation%C2%AEHome+Picture+4-11-2010+4-39-16.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-9069883547118620819?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/9069883547118620819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/9069883547118620819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-you-cant-be-seen-wit-us.html' title='So you Cant be seen wit us!?'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S8vdVDR6LNI/AAAAAAAAABo/yb_bn2u3kZQ/s72-c/PlayStation%C2%AEHome+Picture+4-11-2010+4-39-16.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-731408320278708740</id><published>2010-04-17T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T01:01:24.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day...OMG. U SERIOUS WTF</title><content type='html'>Ya so I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;walking&lt;/span&gt; in Home and this guy (not disclosing his name) comes up to me, and as usual I try to avoid him by telling him to fuck off "blah blah blah", and after an hour or so , I finally give, he says he some fan ass dude from Compton, California right. OK whatever he insist I get into a cam chat with him so he can show himself to me, so I agree, but not after he agrees to send some funds down my path. UGH I'm like seriously trying to explain to him that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; broke and need something to help me continue my enjoyment on HOME and if he couldn't help me, I probably will never come on HOME again, and therefore he will never see me again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so he sends me this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;psn&lt;/span&gt; card # I tell him that if it clears I will join his invite to the cam chat room. WOW it actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; cleared, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; what a fool but you see you guys I feel bad now cause it was for $50 and so I join his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;chatroom&lt;/span&gt;.. and as you read this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; writing this blog while in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;chatroom&lt;/span&gt; wit the dude, now people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;OMFG&lt;/span&gt;..... Hold on taking a pic real quick for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;..... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzH4S64Enkw/S8leEIoPKLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/r4MZdC3sJOE/s1600/fat-guy-in-a-diaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460999448292174002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzH4S64Enkw/S8leEIoPKLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/r4MZdC3sJOE/s400/fat-guy-in-a-diaper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh damn I forgot to turn my mic off, I started laughing so hard and he heard me and left the room, damn sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sose&lt;/span&gt; I was about to send you a invite too. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;omfg&lt;/span&gt; seriously guys I thought I was gonna take a pic from a black guy or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mexican&lt;/span&gt;, I mean wow, never thought I'd see A guy from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Compton&lt;/span&gt;, in diapers wit a bottle of brandy, and not only that , but a white guy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;OMFG&lt;/span&gt;. Anyways you guys this is the bout the funniest shit I've seen on the PS3 but ya this is the everyday life of M&amp;amp;M's and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;thesoseproject&lt;/span&gt;, and you wonder why we can't quit this shit, and continue wondering why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; want to slam us for exposing the shit the is happening behind the curtains of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;playstation&lt;/span&gt; network. well if you still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; except it after this blog, THEN FUCK YOU ANYWAYS. m&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;m'S&lt;/span&gt; OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jzH4S64Enkw/S8lpEltyzbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/X88Ylc-SfLM/s1600/Image20090701163904961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461011550728015282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jzH4S64Enkw/S8lpEltyzbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/X88Ylc-SfLM/s320/Image20090701163904961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-731408320278708740?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/731408320278708740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/731408320278708740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-another-dayomg-u-serious-wtf.html' title='Just another day...OMG. U SERIOUS WTF'/><author><name>M&amp;amp;M&amp;#39;s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077248696688125886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jzH4S64Enkw/SjghwvHT-mI/AAAAAAAAABU/q5LwMG9iHuw/S220/100B0510.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzH4S64Enkw/S8leEIoPKLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/r4MZdC3sJOE/s72-c/fat-guy-in-a-diaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-5894144586787629561</id><published>2010-04-15T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T18:44:27.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MirceaMonroe's Return---GO HARD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jzH4S64Enkw/S8fx3lyUFVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/-Z2ptu-MX34/s1600/PlayStation%C2%AEHome+Picture+10-11-2009+10-03-38.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460599010548258130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jzH4S64Enkw/S8fx3lyUFVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/-Z2ptu-MX34/s320/PlayStation%C2%AEHome+Picture+10-11-2009+10-03-38.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes first off every1, the B-I-T-C-H is back and yes has been on a very long vacation. In that time I've continued to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; perverted asses money when you showed your weaknesses. I've stayed in touch with all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;homies&lt;/span&gt; and home-girls, dated ugh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jennever&lt;/span&gt; but lets not even go that direction (back on track), but at the end of the day I get on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;XBOX&lt;/span&gt;360 and kick it wit good old RATED &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;UNBLOCKABLE&lt;/span&gt;. Now I had to let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; know M&amp;amp;M's is officially back, and regardless of what direction this site goes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mothafuckers&lt;/span&gt; you know damn better as to think that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;MirceaMonroe&lt;/span&gt; was gonna change for anyone. I will still continue to slam you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bitches&lt;/span&gt; ,like a nasty ass tampon that needs to be flushed. We play more games than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; and still have time in our lives to raise and support our families, and you continue to call us the losers while you still sit there night after night in your parents house wishing you made a better decision for yourself back in High School. I'm always down for the entertainment part of the site, but for some reason you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;motherfukas&lt;/span&gt; with no sense of humor cant see, this is something to enjoy and not cry about, like this was your last date you got stood up on.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzH4S64Enkw/S8f4Rb2HcoI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lcgdKVUM5Kw/s1600/PlayStation%C2%AEHome+Picture+4-15-2010+6-55-40.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460606051626218114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzH4S64Enkw/S8f4Rb2HcoI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lcgdKVUM5Kw/s320/PlayStation%C2%AEHome+Picture+4-15-2010+6-55-40.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We know how to have fun, if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; want to argue that, why not try us out and play a game wit us instead of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;crying&lt;/span&gt; bout  it cause you know we will just mash you hard on any game you come at us with. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;CGM&lt;/span&gt; all the way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;bitch&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jzH4S64Enkw/S8f7jaCZSyI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HHVqqjaOJYc/s1600/PlayStation%C2%AEHome+Picture+4-15-2010+7-01-42.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460609658913377058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jzH4S64Enkw/S8f7jaCZSyI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HHVqqjaOJYc/s320/PlayStation%C2%AEHome+Picture+4-15-2010+7-01-42.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; anyways on that note, give up looking for me if your looking for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt; hair blue eyed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;bitch&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;PsHome&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Mircea&lt;/span&gt; is officially gone brunette and is more of a bitch than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt; can ever imagine. So to all my haters &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;plz&lt;/span&gt;, just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;plz&lt;/span&gt; hit me up on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;3, DO NOT hit me up on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;sose&lt;/span&gt; project website cause I will ignore you, unless you come at me on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;3 "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;psn&lt;/span&gt;" is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;MirceaMonroe&lt;/span&gt;. I'm officially back so watch you back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;pffft&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on that note peace out and fuck you anyways. Rated U and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;CGM&lt;/span&gt;. M&amp;amp;M's out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzH4S64Enkw/S8gBOLZy02I/AAAAAAAAAHI/9AdXGUX2zbA/s1600/Image20090701163904961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460615891277501282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzH4S64Enkw/S8gBOLZy02I/AAAAAAAAAHI/9AdXGUX2zbA/s200/Image20090701163904961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-5894144586787629561?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/5894144586787629561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/5894144586787629561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2010/04/mirceamonroes-return-go-hard.html' title='MirceaMonroe&apos;s Return---GO HARD'/><author><name>M&amp;amp;M&amp;#39;s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077248696688125886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jzH4S64Enkw/SjghwvHT-mI/AAAAAAAAABU/q5LwMG9iHuw/S220/100B0510.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jzH4S64Enkw/S8fx3lyUFVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/-Z2ptu-MX34/s72-c/PlayStation%C2%AEHome+Picture+10-11-2009+10-03-38.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-7628744462456029192</id><published>2010-04-14T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T19:01:01.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do we Ask???</title><content type='html'>Sitting back... listening to a Playstation home classic. I'm Calm. What Should i do?! What devious shit do i have planned now? Fuck it. (told u you i say Fuck a lot!) I can't think right now. Thinkin of turning on the Xbox... firing up some SvR. Make a Pooch CAW and go stupid with it. Make a Whole story about Pooch on SvR. Wait, Thats not the tittle of this fuckin blog (theres the fuck word again)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the song... look atcha is playing... Look atcha Pooch You look like a BITCH! lol! anyway... Why do we sign on playstation and ask these few questions? is it the extent of our brains? seriously, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hello, Where are you from?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ladies i know this is a L1 or a R1 preset on the controller but, How many times do we get this Question? even if its "wur u from ma?" its still annoying as Fuck. This is what i do now. They ask and my response is "does it matter?" and for some unknown fuckin reason... the guy BRAIN FARTS and walks away... like lol???? ok so now that i said or asked does it matter? they have nothing else to say... 1 guy responded with "just making conversation" i repsonded with... well why couldn't you ask something else?.... he walked away! lol!. Is it some type of dumbassness i dont know about? Fuck. Like do you have to know where im from? why? you coming to my house? if so bring me a fuckin cheese cake with a autograph from Diddy.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really want an answer to this. i have yet to meet a guy to change up his game and try to ask something else. What they do is seriously just beyond fucking me. Sometimes i Rather just get a "hey baby wanna fuck!?" so i can be like no. and they can so ok then walk away. Why are you asking me where am i from? I know im ranting like i wouldnt ask the same question but i believe maybe you should get to know someone first before you get all inquisitive about where im from. Its what i do. I find out what you like ya know... what games you play then i ask maybe your age and where u from. Your age because i want to know how mature you are. And where you're from to determine ur mentality. Every city in america has its own spice of music/movies and entertainment Thats the only reason i ask. To see if im able to be compatible with your interest. Im from Cali. entertainment capitol... Los Angeles. Only other place is Florida...  So were here are exposed to almost everything. Hmmmm well thats all i got for today. I'm going to sit back and wonder how im going to fuck up Pooch's Second life cause im empowered like that. Fuck you You haters... matter fact i love my haters cause without you. It wouldnt be Me. Muahz... sose is the fuck out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-7628744462456029192?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/7628744462456029192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/7628744462456029192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-do-we-ask.html' title='Why Do we Ask???'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-6507018692372858694</id><published>2010-04-11T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T03:47:35.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck Your Second Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;       Well Before i get into this second life Bullshit... I just want to say, I am returning back to playstation home where i belong. I had so much Fun on Home cause SL felt like i was in highschool with a bunch of Grown ass children. Fuckin pussies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Let me tell you about my amazin home experience. 1st Cj and i meet this chick she was weird... i mean just look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S8Krtbk6EQI/AAAAAAAAABA/-GtHWPIpdUM/s320/IMG00030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;She looks very.... lol... i just laughed my azz off. Me and her started dissing each other... bickering, ya know... having a intellectual debate with insults...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S8KrtkLlNTI/AAAAAAAAABI/_EZ8tYGfUlE/s320/IMG00031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;She had on a Sun dress for criss sake with... Wrestling boots. Lol!! haha i couldnt help it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S8KruNr5CgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BGVMhuqXfYE/s320/IMG00032.JPG" /&gt; look at them effin boots!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Anway... Me and her became real cool, started dissing other people. She thought CJ was serious when he was gettin on her. Got to know her a lil better and she became 1 of the coolest people i've ever met on home. They say... never judge a book by its cover and yea. God was right on this 1. Strife you are very down to earth, we can hang out all the time mija... you go stomp on them losers with ya boots girl! lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Did I mention. I saw Jexy for the 1st time on home in about 8 months!! I love you JEX!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Moving on i Meet this guy...named Swagg onpoint  something like that. in CP, he began to hit on me. told me he wanted me to go to his place. I only added him and i told him well maybe we can hang out. When i get back on, By the looks of his PSN tho... lol i thought and i straight told him. "yoooo i know u made that psn just for home cuz mannnnnnn i can't see you playing modern warfare with that psn." i Mean really WHO really goes to war with their swag on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; look@ this banana in pajamma lookin azz dude... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S8Kt0k6mAPI/AAAAAAAAABY/Y8HBtVq3yF8/s320/IMG00036.JPG" /&gt; he came up to us with comments about he the best and whatnot. pretty much a Social grief. Like funny thing is this nigga had on "ell o ell smilly face" shirt with some fuckin yellow bunny slippers... yea, most dumbiest.....not most hated pal. keep the wal-mart shirt to yaself on home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;---------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So back to my Second life Rant.... BITCH ASS NESS. I love it, i embrace it, i charish that shit. Ya know why? cause Second life is full of OLD people. Not including the people that mean something to me. The people who are full of bitchassness. HOW THE FUCK are you over 30 years old, being a social fucking nightmare ??? i thought we was done with that shit since AOL. o wait... is that where the AOL lames went? second life? Haha, Poochy denzel... certified bitchass old man. He thinks im my brother. Again, we posted a video, i showed my face,  i talked on it. Brother even admited he was on my account. So he feels the need to attack me or my brother, say my avii has a man behind it? even if it does... WE are still laughin at your OLD ASS  claiming ur a music producer but you DJ on SL.... nigga please. Find a real life. No real life producer spends his time looking at pixelated tits on a Social avatar world, Cause its not a GAME folks. Most you old fucks are confused. A Game is a competition. Just like playstation home is not a Game. Its a 3d social gaming network... lets define the word game shall we....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S8Kz0XqygtI/AAAAAAAAABg/3wNGJabL0nw/s320/pixel+tittie.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; is a structured &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/activity" class="extiw" title="wiktionary:activity" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(51, 102, 187); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;activity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, usually undertaken for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enjoyment" title="Enjoyment" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;enjoyment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; and sometimes used as an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Education" title="Education" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;educational&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; tool. Games are distinct from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manual_labour" title="Manual labour" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, which is usually carried out for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/remuneration" class="extiw" title="wiktionary:remuneration" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(51, 102, 187); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;remuneration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, and from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Art" title="Art" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, which is more concerned with the expression of ideas. However, the distinction is not clear-cut, and many games are also considered to be work (such as professional players of spectator sports/games) or art (such as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jigsaw_puzzle" title="Jigsaw puzzle" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;jigsaw puzzles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; or games involving an artistic layout such as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahjong" title="Mahjong" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mahjong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solitaire" title="Solitaire" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;solitaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Key components of games are goals, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/rule" class="extiw" title="wiktionary:rule" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(51, 102, 187); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/challenge" class="extiw" title="wiktionary:challenge" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(51, 102, 187); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Interaction" title="Interaction" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;interaction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. Games generally involve mental or physical stimulation, and often both. Many games help develop practical &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skills" title="Skills" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;skills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, serve as a form of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Exercise" title="Exercise" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, or otherwise perform an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Education" title="Education" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;educational&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simulation" title="Simulation" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;simulational&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychology" title="Psychology" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;psychological&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; role. According to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chris_Crawford_(game_designer)" title="Chris Crawford (game designer)" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Chris Crawford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, the requirement for player interaction puts activities such as jigsaw puzzles and solitaire "games" into the category of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Puzzle" title="Puzzle" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;puzzles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; rather than games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-craw_0-0" class="reference" style="line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Game#cite_note-craw-0" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Attested as early as 2600 BC,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-1" class="reference" style="line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Game#cite_note-1" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-2" class="reference" style="line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Game#cite_note-2" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; games are a universal part of human experience and present in all cultures. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Royal_Game_of_Ur" title="Royal Game of Ur" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Royal Game of Ur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Senet" title="Senet" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Senet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mancala" title="Mancala" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mancala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; are some of the oldest known games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-3" class="reference" style="line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Game#cite_note-3" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Game#cite_note-3" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Game#cite_note-3" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-3" class="reference" style="line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Now with that said. I don't see where Secondlife is considered a game. I Don't play games on SL, I use an avatar, an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; avi is a representation of something else or even yourself. In this case SoSe is my Character, and That she is... I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Character and so is she. Who am i? You've seen both ice and i on youtube? why must you fucks bring it beyond the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;avii? well maybe because you feel we are a threat to you whole internet importance. LOL! it makes me smile when a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;40+ old man  whine and cry on second life. Put out SoSe's business out on DJ sessions because  he obviously is A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Butt hurt... B.. Cares..... C....lol C doesn't even matter because the fact is. Pooch you are wasting your time. Thank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; you for the publicity! i needed it! shout me out some more on your lil DJ session LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;all you are  doin is empowering me, My brother, my friends and my fans... you are a 40 plus year old wanna be DJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; pixel tittie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; jacking off on a fucking Fantasy world cause your real life has nothing to offer, and all i can do for you is LAUGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; MY FUCKING ASS OFF! Mean time im young, in school and im making something of myself. Good luck with your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; production deals in the future old man. If you even get 1... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sose Project for FUCKING EVER! rated Fuckin U!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When I see an album with you as the producer then come talk my level. Till then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-6507018692372858694?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/6507018692372858694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/6507018692372858694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2010/04/fuck-your-second-life.html' title='Fuck Your Second Life!'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S8Krtbk6EQI/AAAAAAAAABA/-GtHWPIpdUM/s72-c/IMG00030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-4210216813240392028</id><published>2010-04-07T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T20:53:49.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you want something done...</title><content type='html'>If you want something done you do it yourself. This place has been a ghost town. The reason being is because i wanted to see where this would go if i wouldn't do anything. Yea, look at it... i haven't done anything and look where its gotten me...Well not gonna happen im going to make this work and make it Unblockable as possible (hey that Rhymes!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last week i signed on home for the 1st time in a while and yea, I've realized its the same exact bullshit. Lol. home isn't going to change and with that said...The SoSe Project should not change at all. Matter fact... Lol somethings never change. Jasmin angel decided to make an account called "sose project" and attack us and any of our friends. Now does that seem logical to pretend to be my brother to try to get jex pics back? i mean com on, are you retarded? haha you obviously are you stupid fuck...I wonder if we as people who, hmmm before we where born we were allowed to pick what we wanted to be. Like for example; God talks to our soul before we are givin' a human body and then ask "my child what would you like to become when you are in thy flesh". Some of us reply with intellect. You know normal shit like.... i want to be a fireman! or how  about i want to entertain people. Or even someone who wants to just help people and cure them like they want to be a doctor. Oh no but not this fuck... jasminangel whatever. This fuck wants to be a internet Queen...like What the fuck? are you fuckin serious!? He/She  it, whoever wants to sit behind his Ps3 and Just ya-know.... talk shit to people on a ps3 so he can empower emself. Me personally i think that is some retarded shit... Thats just me ya know. Maybe if you put his brain vs a hamsters to get the cheese 1st. The hamster would win, Even Tho! the hamster is not a Rat... and cheese is not on its menu... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh... Ps3 sucks... well Playstation home Sucks... and that brings us to my experience on IMVU.... meeting some guy names P_birdie Aka USaid who is stalking me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but thats going to have to wait till next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be continued...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-4210216813240392028?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/4210216813240392028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/4210216813240392028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-you-want-something-done.html' title='If you want something done...'/><author><name>The 1 and Only SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552571546131860859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQZLKIhgKPA/S71MBBxF2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5OvU5tZss5U/S220/SoSeImvU.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-8595877924197220208</id><published>2010-02-20T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T23:29:36.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the shit</title><content type='html'>hey guys...it's been over a month since my ps3 took a shit on itself and i still haven't even got my fuckin' UPS box to send my ps3 into sony with fuckin' bullshit, well i've been pretty busy anyways partying and trying to get a band together and what have you...nobody blogs anymore so i figured i would...woo hoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Don't Do Drugs Kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-8595877924197220208?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/8595877924197220208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/8595877924197220208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-shit.html' title='what the shit'/><author><name>brown_paper_bag</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-4544948851460665158</id><published>2010-01-11T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T07:00:04.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU DIRTY LITTLE HOMO!!!</title><content type='html'>WHAT THE FUCK!? My ps3 yellow lighted yesterday (yellow light on ps3=red ring of death on xbox in case you live under a large boulder or something of the like) and goddammit i'm mad. I put in call of duty modern warfare 2 and was like "yay i'm gonna play call of duty for like 6 hours until i fall into a sleep like coma WOOHOO!!!" and then my screen get's SUPER fuzzy and freezes completely then my ps3 go's BEEP BEEP BEEP (translated into english BEEP BEEP BEEP apparently means FUCK YOU I'M GOING TO SHUT DOWN AND NEVER START AGAIN YOU FAT SACK OF SHIT!!!) and my ps3 shut off. So being my optimistic and ultimatly charming and witty self i push the power button and FUCKING NOTHING HAPPENED, then i turned the switch on the back off and back on and hit power again...the green light showed up then a disgusting looking almost puke colored yellow light showed up and balligerently screamed BEEP BEEP BEEP at me. So now i have to call sony to send my ps3 in and get a fucking new one dammit which means i will have to redo all my game saves i will have to re download about $1000 of rock band content and about 30 games that i had on my HDD and the new ps3 they send more than likely won't play my ps2 games fucking ps3 why would you do this to me i loved you so, all the nights we shared the hours of time that we spent locked together in a dark room your quiet but soothing hum calming my anger your smooth skin glistening in the light of my television set oh how i will miss you, how could you do this to us sony how could you HOW COULD YOU!!! I guess three years is too long to expect out of an almost $800 machine...who knew. Somehow i feel this is all some kind of hallucination and i will simply wake up and my ps3 will welcome me into it's arms with a gentle loving embrace and i will softly whisper "it's ok baby this will never happen again" and everything will go back to the way it was...oh what a dream R.I.P ps3...WHAT THIS IS A COMPLETELY NORMAL REACTION FUCK OFF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE...that being said i guess i won't really be talking to you guys very much so i'd like to give shout out's...ahem. M&amp;amp;M's your the shit man, Jen...you're like a really hot step sister and i love you, CJ I don't really know you to much but you rule man, Amy your a dirty little homo...love you amy, Sose...fag, Crimmy...drink less, Deja...yea. That's about it see you guys when i see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Do Drugs Kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-4544948851460665158?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/4544948851460665158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/4544948851460665158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-dirty-little-homo.html' title='YOU DIRTY LITTLE HOMO!!!'/><author><name>brown_paper_bag</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-979637621387355821</id><published>2009-12-17T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T13:36:27.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAT Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/Syqjb_-aefI/AAAAAAAAAmc/xhNHiyMPSHg/s1600-h/IMG00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/Syqjb_-aefI/AAAAAAAAAmc/xhNHiyMPSHg/s320/IMG00016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416321203291453938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fat Santa... its Christmas Time... and perverted Fatguys Roam Playstation home. Yes. Fat fuck on home is standing or... sitting next to my cuzzin avatar on the ground witht he light green font. yea i took a POOR picture but heres what happened. This fat slob came up and asked or was saying "wanna see come to my crib baby?" not knowin my cuzzin is 15 yrs old... then starts saying some shit like..."you got a nice mouth can i cum in it?" not exactly what he said. You get the idea... my point is. Why do mfs.... come on home saying that avatars are pretty? why do you do that??? its totally retarded.. i don't know i was just leaving a brief blogg.... since i dont have all evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-979637621387355821?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/979637621387355821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/979637621387355821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2009/12/fat-santa.html' title='FAT Santa'/><author><name>SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782353617772679920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SY9z-4yuuLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7Af_2lsErR4/S220/IMG00500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/Syqjb_-aefI/AAAAAAAAAmc/xhNHiyMPSHg/s72-c/IMG00016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-9160740939575220354</id><published>2009-12-15T06:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:11:48.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retarded Retards</title><content type='html'>So I was on the MW2 forums trying to keep up with the latest news in a game I'm really starting to like til I read this comment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well let's think about this logically for a second. Women cannot be grunts in the Armed Forces, why would they be in a video game?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT????? Logic in a video game???? No video game in the history of video games has ever been built on a foundation of logic. If they were, after you died once you would have to throw the game away because the character would be dead. That's logical. And why we're talking about assholes and logic, I have a few point to address;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1."All girls that play video games are ugly, fat, and single"&lt;br /&gt;We may be fat and ugly, but most of us are in fact taken. For many of us it was our spouses/brothers/fathers/boyfriends/guy you fucked in college that night when you did the beer bong thingy that got us into gaming. Most guys get into games because they couldn't get some little lady to touch them in the bad parts and needed a way to keep there hands busy while mommy was still awake in the den drink her Jim Bean cursing the day your ass was born. And don't even get me started on looks. If only ugly girls play games we must only date guys that play games. Out of all the guys I've met in the year I've had a ps3 only about 20 or so would be considered cute and and 2 sexy enough to have real life sex with(I'm looking at you Cashtastic ^_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2."I hate when people beat me in any play style that causes me to be beaten by people that don't play using my play style!!!" Huh?? So If I play the way you do it's fine but if I adopt my own play style you feel the need to call me all kinda stupid bitches and junk?? SWEET!!! I'm happy I could put a damper in your internet life. I have a kill/death ratio of .88. I've died 874 more times than I've killed. So what? I've lost 84 more matches than I've won. So what? In the end it's still only a video game. Once I turn it off its off. I don't think about how bad I played. I only think about how much fun I had playing. But sometimes when somebody gets really out of line it does stick to me. Which brings me to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3."I'm gonna verbally assault you because you can't get to me in real life." That shit hurts guys. I know boys do that shit to each other because your stupid ass-hats but to attack me personally is really low. I'm sorry I stole your kill. The guy was flailing around on the ground shooting at me, what was I suppose to do? I'm sorry I died 40 times and made us lose the match. I was doing the best I could. The other guys were just better than me :(. And the worst part is that none of the guys in the room come to my aid. They all just add their own little comment or laugh about it like they don't have mothers. I would have said girlfriends but chances are they don't have one. Oh....and the have the BALLS to send me a friend request after wards saying they were just playing around. Don't crack jokes at my expense like we're friends. You can suck jelly out my asshole for all I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those things are all logical. It would be great if everybody was just a little nicer to all people, not just women. Gamers are all picked on by the outside world so you'd think that they would be a little more friendly to another gamer, be it male or female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace^, A-Town Down, Seacrest out!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-9160740939575220354?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/9160740939575220354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/9160740939575220354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2009/12/retarded-retards.html' title='Retarded Retards'/><author><name>DejaStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628882674144083323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCq3Dn5qYXw/Shx7aTKbXwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qo0sOZakccU/S220/fashion-illustration-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-3460089768408267928</id><published>2009-12-04T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:49:00.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TheSoSeProject%3A+M%26M%27s+Legacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1OTk1NTk1NTEyMiZwdD*xMjU5OTU2MTE2NTQ2JnA9NDAwODMxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz1mNWJkZjQwOTIyNzY*YzJjOWNiZWM5OGVhYTkzYjJlYyZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;video_player_embed_code_text&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-3460089768408267928?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/3460089768408267928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/3460089768408267928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2009/12/thesoseproject3am26m27slegacy.html' title='TheSoSeProject%3A+M%26M%27s+Legacy'/><author><name>SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782353617772679920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SY9z-4yuuLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7Af_2lsErR4/S220/IMG00500.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-7997135125426747955</id><published>2009-11-24T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T19:29:28.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh Fuck M&amp;M's!</title><content type='html'>That Devious Deceptive bitch! Not too longer than 5 fucking minutes of me learning her life crises and why she's leaving. Sitting with her...being with her... This ho decides she wants to Set me the fuck up...I have never been so fuckin Pimp'd n my life. Sitting in the plaza with MM's and talking to her. Some girl walks up saying she wants to be friends blah blah blah and what not..I'm not gonna reveal the PSN cause this is crazy...So we go back to her Summer home and she shows us pix. She ask me if i have some. I say... no my ps3 was formated but MM's mite have them. So m's takes us to her harbour. Pfft we get there and i havta do something. I leave my ps3... not knowing to prior to me answering "do i like girls". I said Yes... M's Said no.... This mother fucking WHORE MM's decides she wants to hook me up with this chick after showing her my pic. I come back to my ps3. And Omg.... the most lesbian shit i've ever saw. She was all over my avatar asking to PSdate me....WHAT THE FUCKIN FIGGITY FUCK!?? i spent about a good half hour cursing out MM's n her inbox. All she did was laugh and run around... I hate YOU MM's!!! GAH!! Now i got some chick who wants to touch my avatar booty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to note that ice made a video on behalf of the sose project cause of things being said about what we do. Its more than 1 of us on this account... calling My avatar a tranny gets u no where but a pissed off bitch behind the controller.  i don't even wanna mention names... so im not. enjoy what was brought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AWKBBL2BVlU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&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/AWKBBL2BVlU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-7997135125426747955?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/7997135125426747955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/7997135125426747955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-fuck-m.html' title='oh Fuck M&amp;M&apos;s!'/><author><name>SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782353617772679920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SY9z-4yuuLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7Af_2lsErR4/S220/IMG00500.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-4831220485165627787</id><published>2009-11-22T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T19:55:15.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>M&amp;M'S SAYS GOODBYE</title><content type='html'>THE ROAD HAS BEEN FUN, A LOT HAS BEEN DONE, THIS MAY NOT BE UP FOR LONG SO READ IT WHILE YOU CAN. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;THATS &lt;/span&gt;RIGHT PEOPLE MYSELF "MM" IS OFFICIALLY LEAVING &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;THESOSEPROJECT&lt;/span&gt;, THERE IS NO HARD FEELINGS TOWARDS ANYONE SO LET ME STOP THE RUMORS NOW. THIS IS MY OWN CHOICE , I WANT TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE BUT IN SUCH A MUCH BIGGER WAY, I'M OFFICIALLY WITH THE MODS OF &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PS HOME&lt;/span&gt;. I AM NOT STATING THAT I WILL BE A MOD MYSELF FOR THIS IS COMPLETELY NOT TRUE. LOVE YOU &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SOSE&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CRIMS&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt;, PAPER, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DEJA&lt;/span&gt; , AND AMY BUT THE TIME HAS COME TO GET SOMETHING DONE ABOUT IT, I CAN NO LONGER SIT HERE HOPING MY LEADERSHIP WILL GET YOU ALL MOTIVATED CAUSE IT IS NOT. SO WITH THAT NOTE GOODBYE I WILL NOT DELETE ANYONE FROM MY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;FRIENDS LIST&lt;/span&gt;, YOU CAN DO THAT YOURSELVES IF YOU SO CHOOSE SO. WILL MISS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Y'ALL&lt;/span&gt; EVEN YOU READERS WHO HAVE SWAMPED MY EMAILS WITH SUGGESTIONS, SORRY I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;COULDN'T&lt;/span&gt; GET THOSE IDEAS OUT THERE AND ROLLING.       LOVE AND PEACE OUT M&amp;amp;M's....     P.S.        "THE ORIGINAL M&amp;amp;M's B4 THE PROJECT" HAS RETURNED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-4831220485165627787?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/4831220485165627787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/4831220485165627787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2009/11/m-says-goodbye.html' title='M&amp;M&apos;S SAYS GOODBYE'/><author><name>M&amp;amp;M&amp;#39;s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077248696688125886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jzH4S64Enkw/SjghwvHT-mI/AAAAAAAAABU/q5LwMG9iHuw/S220/100B0510.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-1733329689799280860</id><published>2009-11-20T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T01:47:49.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its SoSe! miss Lisaaaa</title><content type='html'>So... i have officially returned. This my second blog since being back. I'm not going to public ally say what i have been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However i do have a positive story for the 1st time.... lol (like thats sose)&lt;br /&gt;like to hear it? here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sittin n the plaze and i notice the turkeys...grrrrrr did i wanna kick them.... yes! you know im violent. Thats not the story. Story is a human turkey is walking around and he is giving out a beta code for battlefield bad company.  Dude was advertising it so Crims said something to him. Then he said lets play a game for it. Crims backed out and stated that he rather play Assassins creed 2 anyways. Me being me, i step up and he told me the same thing. I previously didn't see that so i backed out as well. Then he goes "c'mon... please.." so i said fine w.e.... i took my Guess at his number for his lil guessing game. I guessed 76.... the number pops up as 90. Crims then thinks he wants to try it. He says his number and it ended up being 91.... So i tried it again... i said 45.... bingo. Second try It pops up as 45....I'm Indian what can i say i got some psy powers at times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SwZkviLM-dI/AAAAAAAAAmE/NWTMaUFcptI/s1600/IMG00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SwZkviLM-dI/AAAAAAAAAmE/NWTMaUFcptI/s320/IMG00008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406119170495281618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i highligted it... it says J_exclusives thinks of a number... 45...&lt;br /&gt;2 spaces up my name says 45.... SoSe is the best.... So now before i downloaded the game i was being harassed by 3 losers but i choose not to blog them. Its the same o'l with home so i feel its never going to stop its allways gonna be some poor sap being at his ps3 lonely wanting to talk to some psn girl. Hey thats them.... not the girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is battlefield after i downloaded it... i should record it and Youtube it later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SwZljJ0X7eI/AAAAAAAAAmM/ptPibqN_TE8/s1600/IMG00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SwZljJ0X7eI/AAAAAAAAAmM/ptPibqN_TE8/s320/IMG00009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406120057310277090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;if u see the right hand top corner... says BETA! :D!! So yes im n the Game as EA says... Thanx exclusives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogs over... lisa out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-1733329689799280860?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/1733329689799280860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/1733329689799280860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-sose-miss-lisaaaa.html' title='its SoSe! miss Lisaaaa'/><author><name>SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782353617772679920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SY9z-4yuuLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7Af_2lsErR4/S220/IMG00500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SwZkviLM-dI/AAAAAAAAAmE/NWTMaUFcptI/s72-c/IMG00008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-7638553967482713077</id><published>2009-11-15T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T17:53:25.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got teabagged……..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So I’m really really trying hard to play AND like CALL OF DUTY:MODERN WARFARE 2. I really am. But you know what?? Men have a really excellent way of fucking up a good thing. Just look at America and visits to the gynecologist. I’m in the pregame lobby and this is what I hear:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-Oh shit!! a girl playing!!!&lt;br /&gt;-Oh hell yeah!!! after I kill her Imma teabag her!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is the very reason I play every game sans musical ones with the sound off. So as I figured they would, they attempt to hunt me down. Little do they know I run with a grenade launch named Sasha and me and the bitch are surgical together. I was playing in the rooftop level, so I just waited for them to come. And when they got there Sasha was waiting on them. I got both the assholes and one of their buddys. Then I climbed down and TEABAGGED THE SHIT outta them til one of their teammates shot me. I still got pwn’d for the round tho, seeing as those were my only kills. But 3 kills to 28 deaths is about my average so I wasn’t upset at all. The after lobby chat was slightly different:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-Man, that bitch got all of us. Stupid bitch should be washing dishes or something.&lt;br /&gt;-Yeah….I came around the corner and she was teabagging you guys for like 20 seconds. I just walked up and stabbed her she was so in to it.&lt;br /&gt;-Pfft…probably a guy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yeah that’s right you virgins, treat me like one of the guys and PLAY THE FUCKING GAME!!!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Peace^, A-Town Down, Seacrest Out!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-7638553967482713077?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/7638553967482713077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/7638553967482713077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-got-teabagged.html' title='I got teabagged……..'/><author><name>DejaStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628882674144083323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCq3Dn5qYXw/Shx7aTKbXwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qo0sOZakccU/S220/fashion-illustration-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-1806421913980435567</id><published>2009-11-14T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T04:43:51.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's called a pussy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;WHAT'S UP!!!!! omg hey guys how ya been? idgaf i'm just makin' small talk. have you guys played call of duty modern warfare 2 yet? omfg it fuckin' rules. like for real it's so fucking cool like one of the best games i've played for months. there were some issues upon release concerning party invites and tropy sets but it's all been patched it runs smooth and looks great. the community's pretty...annoying. recently i've been playing alot with M&amp;amp;M's and today we were in a game and he say's "GODDAMN BITCH!!!" then someone said "watch your language" and then M&amp;amp;M's said "there aren't any kids in here besides kid's shouldn't play this game it looks too real" then the guy go's "mz adonia sounds like a little girl" we then had some conversation i can't entirely remember about adonia's high pitched voice and i began to say "she has a" i was cut off with "it's called a pussy,that's what she has" and then i muted him but other than that MW2 is THE SHIT. buy it play it live it love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATEST UPDATE ON M&amp;amp;M'S MOVIE STATUS: taking a break from the action film scene M&amp;amp;Ms is seen here enjoying himself on a nice sunny california day by going out and skating with the homies &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403938815993230962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LmFT_1wPrro/Sv6luMs4tnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GaxTJwObYqE/s400/th_4067150948_934b3f7bdf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T DO DRUGS KIDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-1806421913980435567?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/1806421913980435567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/1806421913980435567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-called-pussy.html' title='It&apos;s called a pussy'/><author><name>brown_paper_bag</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LmFT_1wPrro/Sv6luMs4tnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GaxTJwObYqE/s72-c/th_4067150948_934b3f7bdf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-4043876236002779692</id><published>2009-11-11T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:35:32.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Minutes.. its all it Took (JNG)</title><content type='html'>Classic SoSe... You know what. I guess i'm back... I don't Run my own website anymore. I don't Run my own blogg. I'm Lisa A. And i am exhausted... The whole drama thing took a toll on me. Ice taking the Fall for being SoSe was Great while it lasted. But the Childishness needs to Cease. The Anti SoSe Crew will have no effect on me what so ever. You know why? Cause at the end of the Day. It's Just a Gaming Console with people on it who have nothing better to do. So if you care for your internet reputation and you feel as if the sose project is destroying it for what you do... then So be it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Mins of me loggin into PShome today. I have been followed and harrassed by some 17 yr old kid who wanted to talk to me. I nicely dismissed him more than once. But i found it cute he just kept coming to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SvtjMZ_Sc_I/AAAAAAAAAlc/Wx0VKIB6HUA/s1600-h/IMG00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SvtjMZ_Sc_I/AAAAAAAAAlc/Wx0VKIB6HUA/s320/IMG00005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403021242746958834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Kid named Jng... he says his PSN stands for his initials.  Whatever. The thing is i just signed on and he kept followin me i asked him what he wanted and he said "you". Black had to come and ask him how old he was prior i even asked the same question. He's 17. blacks next question was. You think sose really likes you? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SvtjtmZ_I9I/AAAAAAAAAlk/B8ZXY2nBQao/s1600-h/IMG00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SvtjtmZ_I9I/AAAAAAAAAlk/B8ZXY2nBQao/s320/IMG00004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403021813015847890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you can really read that. It says that i like playing him.... and u see in green black ask if he likes me... he says yes....But tha best part was him trying to talk to some girl named QB. I dont know if it was etheir Red or Black but they asked him "i thought u like sose" and he says .... something like "yea but i got her on the rebound".. what kinda shit is that!??????? lol oh yea avatar shit. The kind that if a chic dont give u no play u tend to move on quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SvtkOKR8xuI/AAAAAAAAAl0/t_r5W0sr4t0/s1600-h/IMG00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SvtkOKR8xuI/AAAAAAAAAl0/t_r5W0sr4t0/s320/IMG00007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403022372401628898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after he came right back talkin to me when QB left... lol this guy has no chance... no life... no reason to be on home besides the fact that he wants to look for chicks. Not only was he boring but his lines where corny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SvtkN1QMX1I/AAAAAAAAAls/FzjR6jdMrYw/s1600-h/IMG00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SvtkN1QMX1I/AAAAAAAAAls/FzjR6jdMrYw/s320/IMG00003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403022366757117778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JNG... u fail .... and it only took 5 mins for me to realize that....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-4043876236002779692?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/4043876236002779692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/4043876236002779692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2009/11/5-minutes-its-all-it-took-jng.html' title='5 Minutes.. its all it Took (JNG)'/><author><name>SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782353617772679920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SY9z-4yuuLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7Af_2lsErR4/S220/IMG00500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SvtjMZ_Sc_I/AAAAAAAAAlc/Wx0VKIB6HUA/s72-c/IMG00005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-4268193713612969226</id><published>2009-11-04T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:00:55.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unblockable Holloween</title><content type='html'>Well i don't even visit my own blog/website Etc... i been away and from the looks of the complaints. The below posters. I see why i don't wanna come back. Home and Playstation seems to be very Unblockable... Lol i know its late but i wanted to share some art...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SvJaWYK9xVI/AAAAAAAAAlU/8AnShD-Ak6w/s1600-h/IMG01311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SvJaWYK9xVI/AAAAAAAAAlU/8AnShD-Ak6w/s320/IMG01311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400478243662710098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SvJaWCaj7wI/AAAAAAAAAlM/yt-dKkqxI58/s1600-h/IMG01322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SvJaWCaj7wI/AAAAAAAAAlM/yt-dKkqxI58/s320/IMG01322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400478237822545666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yea Yea... we Carved Rated U ina  Pumpkin and Did some unblockable SHit like Jumped on Cars and scared Trick or Treaters on they're way to my door. Anyway, I absolutely love the below post. beat Box you have a point... its another reason we slowed down the sose project.. getting banned for defending ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-4268193713612969226?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/4268193713612969226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/4268193713612969226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2009/11/unblockable-holloween.html' title='Unblockable Holloween'/><author><name>SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782353617772679920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SY9z-4yuuLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7Af_2lsErR4/S220/IMG00500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SvJaWYK9xVI/AAAAAAAAAlU/8AnShD-Ak6w/s72-c/IMG01311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-4948289909625447295</id><published>2009-11-04T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T14:59:01.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIVE ME JUSTICE OR GIVE ME A REFUND</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;ok, so i try to sign in, i was told that i coudlnt sign in, ok fine, i call sony and got thru, to a "specialist" and he (with an rude attitude) said that i was banned for innapropriate language &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and that i was banned till the 11th, well, that didnt make any sense to me and i told him to tell me of what had transpired that led to a banning of my account, that it took place on &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the 25th of october and that it had to deal with foul language on a game thats rated E (home) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember that day, and it was a guy who appoached us, that every home dweller referrs to as a default, he was making rude and innapropriate language to us, and i decided to stick up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;against them, im sick and tired of the way they harrass females on here, with their sexist, racist, foul language, and up right rude gestures that they do, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;like i said, i made a stand and i cant beleive IM the one that gets banned yet these people run free everyday continuing their Terrorism, and the people who spend money and are on home regularly, are the ones that get The Banning, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ITS NOT RIGHT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;why are we subjected to this harrasment everyday yet the people who decides to fight against them, ARE THE ONES WHO GET BANNED&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i remember someone making a post about the innapropiate behaviour and they expressed they are sick of it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i agree, yet the MODS nor anyone at sony seems to take any sort of action towards it, yet they ban people who spend money and countless hours on Home &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;http://boardsus.playstation.com/playstation/board/message?board.id=ps3home&amp;amp;message.id=808558#M808558&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, ill say this in conclusion, i asked the "specialist" of what i can do to combat these Home Terroists and their lude and sexually innapropriate messages that i recieve, and he said in a scoffing manner, Report him or tell a MOD and just delete the messages &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BASICALLY BEND OVER AND ACCEPT IT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People of Home, we are a Loyal and Proud group to call Playstation's Home our second home, but if some stranger that comes into your second home and has the intent of Verbally Assulting you....wouldnt you want to do something to stand up against it??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;like i said in the title&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Give me Justice or Give me a Refund on all the money on virtual items i have spent for its not right for me or anyone i know to get subjected to this Home Terroism &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-4948289909625447295?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/4948289909625447295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/4948289909625447295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2009/11/give-me-justice-or-give-me-refund.html' title='GIVE ME JUSTICE OR GIVE ME A REFUND'/><author><name>BeatboxingNinja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-487282975648669744</id><published>2009-11-04T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T01:35:29.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THAT'S MY PUSSY BITCH!!!</title><content type='html'>what's up people. so here's something that you might find quite interesting, i recently discovered that M&amp;amp;M's looks an awful lot like vin diesel. i've been bagging on him ever since. so here's what happened. i was talking to M&amp;amp;M's on the mic and he went on cam. i was like OMG i never thought i would get a chance to meet you, he then replied with "what do you mean we've known each other for quite some time". then i said "dude you're VIN MOTHER FUCKING DIESEL". then he just sort of laughed. then a small dog began to hump his arm and he just sort of let it happen i was like "dude that ain't right" he then said "it's okay he'll stop in a minute". after that he began to take his clothes off and show me his tattoos he had, i asked him if he had three X's on the back of his neck and he just sort of got really pissed and told me to fuck off. i then said "whatever dude you fuckin' sucked in the pacifer". he then replied with "whatever i still make more money than you". and then i said "that's because you're fucking vin diesel". he then started playing his psp and out of nowhere screams "THAT'S MY PUSSY BITCH!!!" and now i'm pretty sure he's upset with me but whatever here's a picture of him for comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LmFT_1wPrro/SvFJszJag6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/F3XdQkQjbvM/s1600-h/............jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 95px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400178462186701730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LmFT_1wPrro/SvFJszJag6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/F3XdQkQjbvM/s400/............jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-487282975648669744?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/487282975648669744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/487282975648669744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2009/11/thats-my-pussy-bitch.html' title='THAT&apos;S MY PUSSY BITCH!!!'/><author><name>brown_paper_bag</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LmFT_1wPrro/SvFJszJag6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/F3XdQkQjbvM/s72-c/............jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-4765390933385574335</id><published>2009-11-02T16:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T16:05:02.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trine</title><content type='html'>Trine is another game from PSN. The classic side scrolling action&lt;br&gt;rpgwith a few twist. You play as 3 characters: wizard, thief and&lt;br&gt;knight.All stuck in one body trying to get thier own bodies back by a&lt;br&gt;magicalartifact. Each have thier own unique skills and abilities to&lt;br&gt;offer tothe party. Thief is fast and agile and able to fly thru the&lt;br&gt;level withher bow and grappling hook. The wizard is the more stragetic&lt;br&gt;of the 3,he can summon objects and use telekenisis. The knight is the&lt;br&gt;tank,walks around in his full plate and and a huge weapn. Its a&lt;br&gt;excelentpuzzle game that makes you use all 3 characters to thier&lt;br&gt;fullestpotential. Although the game has 15 levels the game will take&lt;br&gt;hoursupon hours to beat, and suports 33 trophies including a&lt;br&gt;platinum,Trine seems to get repeaditive but lacks the glitches that&lt;br&gt;annoy youin most games, It also doesnt allow online play but lets you&lt;br&gt;useoffline multiplay for up to 3 players. Final say Trine is a must&lt;br&gt;havefor only 19.99, i give it a 4 out of 5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-4765390933385574335?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/4765390933385574335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/4765390933385574335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2009/11/trine.html' title='Trine'/><author><name>Candy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-4508212699991943664</id><published>2009-11-01T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T16:07:15.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>October I hardly knew ya.........</title><content type='html'>***My computer crashed so Im writing this blog over again after putting in 3 hours of work, I am NOT amused**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October was a very eventful Month. I had some fun, has some sad, and had a period(YAY).  Now you get to read all about it. I must warn you tho, dear reader. This will be long. After all, October did have 31 days. So now I'll give you the chance to stop reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still here?? Let's do this then sweetie ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy am I a bitch..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever knew you were wrong about something and you continued to do it anyway?? Like that time you threw up in the sink and di..........wait, that was me. Ok......like the time you got that skinny guy to pay you way into the club, then you got him to buy you drinks, then after his money got you drunk you told him you were married and out of his league and you watch is soul die and you didn't care because you were drunk but you did all this anyw.....wait, that was me too. Damnit I am a bitch. Any way, me and my big baby were remodeling our basement. He was painting and I was doing what I do, supervising. Out of know where I get the idea "Hey!!! Why don't I bitch about his painting knowing damn well I don't even think he's doing it wrong but I want to yell at him for no reason because I'm a retard?". Sound's like a plan Deja. After pissing him off enough to leave the house for 2 days I decide to show the world why my Queen Bitches Of America's Card is colored platinum by taking it out on all my friends on home!! Hazah to me. I don't know what I've proved other than the fact that I have problems I recognize but am to arrogant to do anything about and if your sitting at home judging me you can go fuck yourself with a rusty Mr.Marcus brand dildo covered in broken bits of discarded Britney Spears "In The Zone" cd's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4Friends+Miami=Whatthefucknessness&lt;br /&gt;****I was gonna publish this blog when I got back home but couldn't remember in which folder I saved the word file so I waited until the end of the month to publish with the rest****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miami Bitches!!! How I love this yearly getaway from real life. Even more so this year because it's sans husbands and boyfriends. No.....I didn't give a stranger a handjob, silly bears. I did get a local guy and his friends to think I was tho. But I'll get back to that later. Shortly after touching down we rush to the hotel so we can change in to our swimsuits and grab some tickets to the Banana Hammock Extravaganza. It was lack-luster to say the least. I guess I lost the enthusiasm for looking at fine ass guys on teh beach I once had. Part of getting old I guess. But my slut bucket friend does manage to meet a semi-decent looking guy with a gaggle of not-as-good-looking-as-him-friends, which is probably why he hangs with them. They smell like beer baking in the florida sun but for some reason the only thing I can smell is the free lobster dinner I'm getting one of them to buy me later that night. They seem to be friendly enough to server as our escorts this weekend. Not overly horny and not touching me, just the way I like my run-to guys to be. I ask the one that seems to be the alpha male to come with me and play in the water. I know that if I hang with him the others will follow. After about 1 hour of that my slut bucket friend is tongue deep in some guys eat hole. I knew it was coming but wasn't expecting it til at least the next day....chicka moves fast. Some times goes by, we had fun. We decide to shower and get changed for some night life and good eats. Dancing drinking dancing drinking eating drinking dancing dancing. As we prepare to turn in for the night we notice something......where's slut bucket??? How did we lose her?? Meh....she's a big girl. I'm sure she'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get up the next morning and low and behold.....slut bucket's in her room. Only problem is she has thrown up in............everywhere!!!! I'll just leave her a note telling her were we'll be. We hang out with the homeboys for the better part of the day, just having fun, acting free of worry. Slut Bucket's vacabuddy ask about her, then goes to "check" on her. We find it funny. She's goes on vacation to have sex with strangers when she could have done the same thing at home. I would have at least had a 3some or something. Who goes on vacation to do shit they can do at home???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its time to leave :(. Suck but we gotta go. Me and slut bucket's sidekick decide to get some lunch before we leave. Alpha male decides he would like to join us. Awww what the hellz, I'll pay this time. It's the least I could do. Our final conversation is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM: So did you enjoy your self?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Very much so!!! Thanks for hanging with me and my friends.&lt;br /&gt;AM: It was our pleasure. You girls are fun to be around.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, we had fun too. Some more than others lol&lt;br /&gt;AM:(Laughing) Yeah, I think she had the most fun. I was kinda jealous actually.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Jealous of what? You wanted to have sex with your friend all weekend long?&lt;br /&gt;AM: Ummm no......with a special girl I met this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Me:Awwwww......why didn't you say something sweetie?? I could have found somebody else         to hang with.&lt;br /&gt;AM: Now why you gone do me like that??? I could have been with a busta(I have no idea what a busta is, but I assume its a female human of low sexual standard, much like my friend slut bucket)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sorry, would you like a handjob?&lt;br /&gt;AM:HELL NAW!!! I want that good good!!!(I don't know what good good is either, I'm guessing it's human female vagina)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sorry, I was joking. I'm not giving you a handjob.&lt;br /&gt;AM: I'm not talking bout no handjob!!! I'm Talking bout that pussy!!!!!(Yeah...good good is what I thought it was)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............Why is he talking so ghetto all of a sudden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:Oh...... I'm not giving you that either.&lt;br /&gt;AM: So you can spend my money but you can't let me hit huh? You think you to good for me or something?&lt;br /&gt;Me:Yup&lt;br /&gt;AM: What???You think you betta than this??&lt;br /&gt;Me:Yup&lt;br /&gt;AM: Girl I got that arab money!! Let me keep you another week. I need you on my team. Your family can spare another few days.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm sure they could but I miss them and don't really like you that much any more. You seemed like a cool guy and all but my good good is on reserve.&lt;br /&gt;AM: Mane....that nigga probbaly fucking mad hoes while you down here.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Probably.&lt;br /&gt;AM: So you should get back at him ma.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You know....that's not a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;AM:See ma??? You just gotta get a nigga that on your level.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah....I think I'll fine a guy on the plane to do it with. I can't do it with you because your not attractive.&lt;br /&gt;AM: Why you gotta be so blunt and play with a nigga feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cause it's funny. Only thing I asked you to do is play in the water at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........He receives a imaginary phone call from some girl offering him sex and feels he needs to tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM:See? I got hoe's all over this dick. You missing out shawty.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'll live. Sounds like you should wear a condom.&lt;br /&gt;AM:Pfft, what ever. Go home to that lame ass life you lead trick.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Will do kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:Oh.....and nice meeting you ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I hate kids........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not my dookie monster of course. I love him to death. But I hate other kids badly. I have no patients what so ever. A friend of mine had a birthday party for her daughter and invited us.  I'm not sure why you would invite a 3 1/2 month old baby to a birthday party but whatever. I guess it's something I should get use to. GOD WHAT DID I COMMIT TO????It was pure and utter horror. 40 something kids running around in a fucking skating rink is madness. The only joy I got was watching them bust their little asses and come screaming back to the table as if they just saw Santa in the bathroom taking it gloryhole-style. Shit was pretty funny. But my husband is running around like a little kid too!!! Playing games, getting quarters......he's so gay but I love him. Oh.......and I'm not going to another child's party til my baby is old enough to be dropped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace^,A-Town Down, Seacrest Out!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-4508212699991943664?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/4508212699991943664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/4508212699991943664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2009/11/october-i-hardly-knew-ya.html' title='October I hardly knew ya.........'/><author><name>DejaStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628882674144083323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCq3Dn5qYXw/Shx7aTKbXwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qo0sOZakccU/S220/fashion-illustration-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-3348632772258829747</id><published>2009-10-30T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T18:23:35.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN!</title><content type='html'>The bitch has Decided to blog. I have decided to Escape PSN. While Blue plays GTA (the other sose) i Do Nothing but sit back and Watch. I noticed how things have slowed down on Playstation Home because of how many people complain about it.... on another note. Fucking Halloween is 2morrow and our house looks like a fuckin RIOT! AHH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SuuQYVZv5EI/AAAAAAAAAkk/bfSl0yqsYx4/s1600-h/IMG01295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SuuQYVZv5EI/AAAAAAAAAkk/bfSl0yqsYx4/s320/IMG01295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398567326070072386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fuckin Tree Made by momma sose in the Fuckin living room.... shit got spiders.. bats... snakes.. GAH!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SuuRBgTIEpI/AAAAAAAAAlE/wjg32wySMkw/s1600-h/IMG01302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SuuRBgTIEpI/AAAAAAAAAlE/wjg32wySMkw/s320/IMG01302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398568033369723538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SuuRBbFRNoI/AAAAAAAAAk8/lot3ZCQgSzQ/s1600-h/IMG01303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SuuRBbFRNoI/AAAAAAAAAk8/lot3ZCQgSzQ/s320/IMG01303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398568031969425026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SuuRBPYv-AI/AAAAAAAAAk0/X6JG15u-VRU/s1600-h/IMG01299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SuuRBPYv-AI/AAAAAAAAAk0/X6JG15u-VRU/s320/IMG01299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398568028829906946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SuuRA0PX7wI/AAAAAAAAAks/HGbKe3rn5M0/s1600-h/IMG01298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SuuRA0PX7wI/AAAAAAAAAks/HGbKe3rn5M0/s320/IMG01298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398568021542825730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We'll take more pixs Halloween Night When The strobe lights get Put up.... Anyway. Its only a Matter of Time until SoSe Returns to her Yard. FuCkin Anti sose click thinks we are scared...pffttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un - block - able.. Oh and brown paperbags.... nice fuckin bloggs.... XD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-3348632772258829747?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/3348632772258829747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/3348632772258829747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween.html' title='HALLOWEEN!'/><author><name>SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782353617772679920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SY9z-4yuuLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7Af_2lsErR4/S220/IMG00500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SuuQYVZv5EI/AAAAAAAAAkk/bfSl0yqsYx4/s72-c/IMG01295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-8647414576025411511</id><published>2009-10-28T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T06:04:02.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kill bill changed my life</title><content type='html'>yo alright so 1.32 is up for ps home and guess what guys!!! it blows dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways so i finally sat down the other day and committed like 6 hours of my day to watch kill bill volumes 1 and 2 and omg it changed the way i look at life ohhhh emmmm geeee like i practically shit my pants it was like silly mixed in with epic mixed with sad mixed with more epic omg seriously why did nobody tell me a movie could make me want to laugh cry and punch somebody in the balls all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the main character is this hot blonde girl (shocker) who is a killer for hire and she wanted to settle down and have a baby so her crazy ex boyfriend and a gang of nasties come and kill everyone at the wedding recidal and then shoot her in the head...yea right in the dome...and she wakes up to a guy trying to screw her while she's in a coma and BLAMM bites his fuckin' tongue off and proceeds to be a total badass throughout the whole remainder of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like holy crap i highly suggest this movie to anyone who likes blood boobs ninja swords sweaty white girls angry gun toting rednecks poisonous snakes old men who can punch a hole in someone from 3 inches away and dramatic camera angles.basically it's one of the best movies i ever saw and i think it's definitely worth checkin' out. yea this has nothing to do with anything except that it's totally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean i'm probably the only person who never watched it but if i'm not alone ohhhh man watch it.I DARE YOU.it's aweeeesommmeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways home totally licks sack right now psn is still psn the world is not round but in fact hexagonal and i'm so hungry i could eat a....something large and ummm covered in hot sauce yeahhhhhhhh.ok i'm sorry for wasting your time but whatever KILL BILL OWNNNNSSSSSSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T DO DRUGS KIDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-8647414576025411511?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/energizeroverdrive#/profile.php?id=1540706509' title='kill bill changed my life'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/8647414576025411511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/8647414576025411511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2009/10/kill-bill-changed-my-life.html' title='kill bill changed my life'/><author><name>brown_paper_bag</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-7112912303306457436</id><published>2009-10-19T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T01:36:11.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;4 you guys</title><content type='html'>wow I'm really glad to be a part of this project the people on it are amazing i really enjoy hanging out with you guys.Last night i stayed up till 8 in the morning on home with Jen and Shawn you guys rule.We encountered many different people as always but here's a name for you Sgt_Moron this fool comes up to us while we're just minding our own on the bench and has the nerve to call Jen a hoe.Then when Jen asked if he had a mic he said yes so we went to Jen's place and she invited him.When he got there Jen started roasting him and when we asked where his "mic" was he said "it's not working" and then he started talking about Jen's mom and blah blah blah then when he left he says "******** says bye *****" seriously what a bitch.people still don't realize that swear words get censored this far into home WTF i mean for real just find a way past it or use some real words because the shit gets old really fast.Here's a conversation i have at least once every time i get on home that and it always happens this way.someone will come up to me while I'm involved in a conversation and say "Hello" and i will ignore them and keep talking then they say "HEY" and i continue to ignore them hoping that they will just take a hint then comes this line here "**** you" and they run away like a bitch.Well whatever i don't know what **** means or ******* for that matter so it doesn't offend me.Also here's something that pisses me off i can't go anywhere without getting friend requests seriously people if I don't ask you to add me then fucking don't it bugs me to look in my inbox and see "do you have a mic I'm horny" but whatever.Last night was awesome i &lt;4 you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T DO DRUGS KIDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-7112912303306457436?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8217173464802805346&amp;postID=4666901459005030620' title='I &lt;4 you guys'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/7112912303306457436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/7112912303306457436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-4-you-guys.html' title='I &lt;4 you guys'/><author><name>brown_paper_bag</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-4790365403808173177</id><published>2009-10-17T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T02:31:52.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way You Make Me Feel</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I named the blog after an MJ song. So fucking what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I've told you this already, but I want everyone to know about it because I'm too fucking proud of you to keep it just between the two of us. Jen, I think we're all aware of what you've been through and the situation you're in by now, and I find it truly amazing that no matter what, you're still a great person to this day. I honestly don't think I could handle half the shit you have to put up with, and the fact that you can and STILL be who you are says a lot about you. I'm not gonna lie, I remember the first time you told me you loved me I was so happy I cried tears of joy. That's something that has never happened to me before. Nobody has ever made me feel this way until you came along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we ever really started talking, I used to give my niece (by marriage) a hard time. Why I did it I don't know (maybe it was a bit of jealousy on my part that she was getting all this attention while it seemed like I wasn't getting any anymore), but after hearing about your daughter and just how good of a mother you are to her, it made me realize I would never want to treat her that way and made me feel so bad for ever treating my niece how I did that I apologized to her and gave her a hug. I never even really used to pray at all, but I have so much to be thankful for now that you've come into my life I pray every night before I go to bed. You've turned me into such a better person and I just want to thank you for everything you've ever done for me and I feel like I owe you the world because that's exactly what you are to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it may be true we haven't seen each other in person just yet, but I just can't help the way I feel about you. I've gotten to know you so well over the last few months and I absolutely love everything about you. You're honest, loyal, trustworthy, funny, and just so fucking beautiful in more ways than one. You're simply the best thing that has ever happened to me and I want everyone to know about it because I'm just so honored to be a part of your life and don't want to ever be taken out of it. And I know you're not used to being treated this way, but you better get used to it because it's the only way I'm ever gonna be treating you. You truly deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing, I'm gonna leave you with this: Jen, I love you. So much, in fact, that I refuse to ever give up on you. This is something I want to last forever, and if you feel the same way, then that's exactly how long we'll be together. Thank you once again for giving me a chance when it seemed like you wouldn't ever date again. I promise you I won't treat you like the other two did because I know just how good I've got it and wouldn't know what I'd do without it. It's one of the main things I can look at when I'm feeling down about something and cheer me up the same time I start thinking about it. Maybe that's why I'm in such a good mood all the time because I always am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-4790365403808173177?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/4790365403808173177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/4790365403808173177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2009/10/yeah-i-named-blog-after-mj-song.html' title='The Way You Make Me Feel'/><author><name>The CrucifiXioN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-5250120929248430244</id><published>2009-10-11T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T12:06:02.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIKE WTF....U SERIOUS</title><content type='html'>So I'm in the Central Plaza on the stage dancing (the only good change about the space), and some dude named LMAOLTIMEWARNER comes up to me and says, "how many people you fool into believing you're a women?" I said huh? He then goes to tell every person in the plaza that I am a guy, and that I'm trying to score with men because I am gay. LIKE WTF....U SERIOUS? There actually are hot women out there in HOME, behind some of those hot avatars. Within a few minutes I have a group of people surrounding me, saying why am I acting like a dude, LOL wtf people. Ok so then, I say you know what fine, I will feed into this losers boredom, and I will tell him to accept my friends request so I can call him on the mic and talk with my womanly voice.. He adds me, I call him and it says that his communications settings has been disabled, so I tell him to enable his shit. Instead of doing that he starts telling people, "wow what a manly voice, damn," Then he says "why did you hang up, answer my call." So now I am heated, and probably because I already had a shitty day. So I roast his azz in text, which I am pretty good at, haven't lost a text fight yet (I tell it like it is). Now last night I was back in the Central Plaza again with a friend, and I see this fucker again, only now instead of being a fat white dude, his avatar is a damn skinny black chick. LMAO fucking people, wow LMAOLTIMEWARNER you got ya fame, here you go you loser. There are real women out there in HOME, and because of E-TARD's like this mofo and other's, they give us real females a bad rep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-5250120929248430244?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/5250120929248430244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/5250120929248430244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2009/10/like-wtfu-serious.html' title='LIKE WTF....U SERIOUS'/><author><name>Jennever</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9abYZGBIShc/SsEbITmpkGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9Y3cDP4ry28/S220/Image20090922214015284.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-8001343464870664138</id><published>2009-10-10T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T04:36:11.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New SoSe New Season part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/StBxamdhEmI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Pp4OzUTq0js/s1600-h/IMG01258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/StBxamdhEmI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Pp4OzUTq0js/s320/IMG01258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390933455777370722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I have given up the SoSe thing and past the torch to blue. i moved on to Second life (she has too) and IMVU with smexxi.... We made an official video stating she now owns the sose account. I Honestly think she enjoys it. She tells me im F'n funny and she laughs at the videos and the stuff we do. I'm just gonna show blue the ropes and how to handle it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and blue just made this video.... i love it cause its classic sose.... i fixed the recorder so its always hooked up at all times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RYsdI0G8B2A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RYsdI0G8B2A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here's the official Meet blue video....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g3FL1lkLiog&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g3FL1lkLiog&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the BRAND NEW season of the sose project is gonna get good... i guarantee it. No more slander and no more FLAMMING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-8001343464870664138?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/8001343464870664138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/8001343464870664138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-i-have-given-up-sose-thing-and.html' title='New SoSe New Season part 2'/><author><name>SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782353617772679920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SY9z-4yuuLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7Af_2lsErR4/S220/IMG00500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/StBxamdhEmI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Pp4OzUTq0js/s72-c/IMG01258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-2309180899392177937</id><published>2009-10-02T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T15:24:22.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the day</title><content type='html'>Im suppose to get my PS3 back from sony. I have been offline for about a week and five days, in that time period ive been handling personal things and ive been on my PSP and my Wii. I hit g0dly_ice up on the phone not too long ago tellin him to get on his PSP an play Resistance Retribution, he got on for 5 mins, signed off the server, i played a couple matches, saw him back on the server, i joined his game then he LEAVES an signes off perminately...... DUDE WTF i know you hate auto-aim in the game but GEEZZZZ!!!!! I played one Wii game for an hour, i was actually compairing Super Smash Bros. Melee with SSB. Brawl, I played a match on Melee 1st, I was Fox and I played against Link CPU lvl nine.I kicked his fuckin ass!!!!! He kept tryin to grab me an i pretty much dodged almost everything he tried to throw at me. The game settings were five lives andthe damage was set lower so the percentageon how much you get hit would be in the hundreds in order to defeat the opponent. I had three lives left when i won and I laughed. Then I popped in SSB Brawl same stage (Hyrule Castle) same setting and wow i was gettin my ass handed to me, i was using a gamecube controller not the Wiimote, the AI for SSB Brawl is better than Melee i could tell off bat. Link was fuckin me up so i quit an said FK THAT and laughed. I got other Wiigames like Resident Evil 4 and Twilight Princess but i decided to play an old school Gamecube RPG game i played all the time back in the day and in my opinion it is the BEST RPG for Gamecube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz7IVxyBExU/SsZxjB06M0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/2IZMHnCnr4Q/s1600-h/PSO.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz7IVxyBExU/SsZxjB06M0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/2IZMHnCnr4Q/s320/PSO.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388118850795090754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phantasy Star Online Episode I &amp;amp; II and yes im reppin The SoSe Project BITCHES!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call from UPS stating that my package will arrive today between 8am and 7pm, apparently it seems like i havent really missed much of any new stuff other than new games in the PSN store and Homes new update. Im already finding out there are some problems with the new stuff and im not supprised that there is always stupid ass problems with new content that comes out for Home, WTF is up with that????? When I get my PS3 I have to switch out the Hard Drive and Put in my 500GB Hard Drive, hopefully i dont strip the damn screws on this one because its a bitch to take off. Then i have to copy all the saved shit i put on my PSP including game saves, music and pics so hopefully that wont take too long.&lt;br /&gt;I finished a new fresh exclusive Rated U logo today and in my opinion id say it turned out really good, worked on the design for a few days an im satisfied with the look so here it is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fz7IVxyBExU/SsZzrQTywEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/KRlmdjjmmYs/s1600-h/RatedU+new4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fz7IVxyBExU/SsZzrQTywEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/KRlmdjjmmYs/s320/RatedU+new4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388121191144931394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a simple template to show off my work I will talk to g0dly_ice on future logos for Rated U The SoSe Project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-UnblockaCrim-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-2309180899392177937?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/2309180899392177937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/2309180899392177937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-is-day.html' title='Today is the day'/><author><name>CrimsinFire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fz7IVxyBExU/SiL0Fbyn6_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/7yt12su_4sg/S220/Scorpion.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fz7IVxyBExU/SsZxjB06M0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/2IZMHnCnr4Q/s72-c/PSO.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-9179527314023825909</id><published>2009-10-02T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T06:33:38.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so it's like yea</title><content type='html'>well 1.3 is out and jeez man it's lame my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;PS&lt;/span&gt;3 has never froze so many times i mean really i had to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uninstall&lt;/span&gt; and reinstall &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;PlayStation&lt;/span&gt; home,many people had this problem and it runs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;suuuuuuperrrrrr&lt;/span&gt; slow i don't get it.Anyways apparently it's breast cancer awareness month.Show support and change your home pop up color to pink and not the dark pink that really bright semi-homosexual looking pink that sort of makes you want to vomit when you see it...yeah that pink.It's for a really good cause &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been told so yeah every little bit helps do your part if you can let people know what this month is.That's all i really have to say this being my 1st blog and what not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; really quite awful at this sort of thing it's not often that i blog or network or...whatever but i think it's kind of neat anyways &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ummmmmm&lt;/span&gt; yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna rant a little about this 1.3 business, i really don't like it that much they took away the bench glitch in the plaza and such everything is running slow it's just sort of a mess...but there are some positives i suppose.I enjoy the poses that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;avatars&lt;/span&gt; can hold it adds a little bit of realism to it but i don't like the menu's (when you hit R1) it took me like five minutes to find "point" and now when you change clothes you must press X or you won't get to wear the clothes you just keep what you have on the little loading bubble things are just dumb i don't really understand the new stuff in the plaza.There is what appears to be a large metal gear or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gundam&lt;/span&gt; or something by the video screen &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; a map in the spot that used to be an empty circle which really doesn't bug me there is a ridiculous saucer pop scoreboard placed smack dab in the middle of the spot where most people tend to hang out which is especially bothersome now that you can't stand on the bench, there isn't enough room i really haven't checked out any other spaces so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure what's new.I used the game launching feature they added and...it sucks i launched rock band 2 and lost the person i was playing with instantly although launching games from home is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;convenient&lt;/span&gt; it's not put together good enough for my tastes i had to add the guy as a friend to play and send an invite just like regularly so really all the game launching did for me was start my game which i could have done off of home.And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; i still can't listen to my music!!!!! I'm furious i want to jam to my tunes while performing the incredibly stupid new ska dance that looks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; like a fat kid drowning in a bath tub.But if you do the ska dance in a circle it appears that your a bunch of people high on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;PCP&lt;/span&gt; playing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hacky&lt;/span&gt; sack...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;? There are a couple ways to sit that have been added frankly the one they added for girls is just dumb but i like the ability as a male avatar to squat down to one knee that is a plus for me rather then sitting cross legged as always...why can't girls sit cross legged?Or lay down or something cool at least.The poses are okay some are dumb but the "get ready" pose is pretty cool and lead to some fun conversations i like that pose at least but most of the male poses are kind of stupid while females can do the "model" pose which makes them look like a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mannequin&lt;/span&gt; at JC penny's ready to fall over. Well yeah that's basically all i have to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T DO DRUGS KIDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-9179527314023825909?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://thesoseproject.com/' title='so it&apos;s like yea'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/9179527314023825909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/9179527314023825909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-its-like-yea.html' title='so it&apos;s like yea'/><author><name>brown_paper_bag</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-5403632726773803434</id><published>2009-10-01T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:00:29.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Season - New SoSe (Goonie-BOYz)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SsWUpPAWQiI/AAAAAAAAAj8/fbWtNlOv08c/s1600-h/IMG01256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SsWUpPAWQiI/AAAAAAAAAj8/fbWtNlOv08c/s320/IMG01256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387875965342204450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I am theee new sose. -bows- i am more sweet, and understanding then the past sose. I will not blog randomize Bs, just what i experience when i sign onto playstation home or any other game that i play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have soseductive_icey on your friendslist you will see that i play a lot of grand theft auto 4. Yes i do use the mic. Feel free to join and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SsWUpXDml1I/AAAAAAAAAkE/MNOcODyoz3c/s1600-h/IMG01255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SsWUpXDml1I/AAAAAAAAAkE/MNOcODyoz3c/s320/IMG01255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387875967503341394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My 1st few minutes in the new plaza just trying to see how the new game launcher works.&lt;br /&gt;Well its fine i guess at least we get 1 but you still have to create the game once you launch everyone. Well i was standing there and i must ask guy GAMERS!. What is with you Dancing in front of female avatars and posing????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SsWUpwDgagI/AAAAAAAAAkM/1I12_zDgNPc/s1600-h/IMG01254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SsWUpwDgagI/AAAAAAAAAkM/1I12_zDgNPc/s320/IMG01254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387875974213822978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This goonie guy. He's following me around dancing. posing (new poses) and acting really retarded. I asked him to leave and he just kept walking up to me. Un-till finally he said "whats that in your hand" i said... "leave before i hit you with it" and he ran...  Just look at him... the looks of his avatars face made me want to throw up lunch take him to GTA and shoot his face un till the pix-elated blood started to disappear. I wanted to decapitate his head like that sons of samide guy on saints row 2. Speaking of them. Doesn't he resemble one of those bastards? i mean. Sony we have bugg-a-boo's on home. help...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-5403632726773803434?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/5403632726773803434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/5403632726773803434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-i-am-theee-new-sose.html' title='New Season - New SoSe (Goonie-BOYz)'/><author><name>SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782353617772679920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SY9z-4yuuLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7Af_2lsErR4/S220/IMG00500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SsWUpPAWQiI/AAAAAAAAAj8/fbWtNlOv08c/s72-c/IMG01256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-5161225526521683107</id><published>2009-09-26T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T03:32:40.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men...............</title><content type='html'>So I tried asking my husband these questions but he claims he does none of these things*cough* LIAR*cough* so any answers would be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;How come men:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pee on the seat in uni-sex bathrooms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pee on the wall in uni-sex bathrooms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pee on the floor in uni-sex bathrooms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flip a t-shirt inside out and consider it clean again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All buy magnum-size condoms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scratch their nuts then pick their nose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't ask for directions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when they can't do something act like they can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't buy new under garments because the old ones are considered " lucky"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk around outside barefoot but wear shoes in the house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All have ugly feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make everything a competition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want any kind of attention from women, be it good or bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fail at something and act like it was the thing they failed at fault?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretended they don't watch soaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act like everything they know is common knowledge and all women should know what it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer for sports teams in a extreme way like their on the fucking team?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand behind you and tell you how beautiful you are as if they could see your face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act like you even have a face??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your feet up on anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to add you as a friend so they can "get to know you"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel intimidated by strong women?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat like a a food gremlin is gonna steal their plate from them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never spray after taking a poop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash and detail the car but won't iron their clothes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear crocs?? Those are sooo gay on guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speed to get to a stop light?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grope the fruit in the produce section like its gonna blow them later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be "friends" until they find out your dating/married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then how come soon after your insulted because your dating/married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sniff women's underwear???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smell their hand after sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if your not one of these please don't respond. I don't need any "im not one of those guys" replies. Now, that being said I am aware that these are some of the traits that make a man a man, unless he's gay. I'm just wondering why is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men -vs- Women.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that video gaming has been a male dominated past time for quite some time but in the spirit of "anything you can do I can do better"........errr.......anything you can do I can do better. Becoming a mom and a housewife has given me a assload of something I never had before. No not extra weight you jerk....time. I have a lot of time on my hands these days. And like many other women have noticed some video games are a pretty good way to pass time. In this "case study" of sorts I'll list 3 games covering 3 different types of gameplay and why women are as good as men at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call Of Duty 4---FPS&lt;br /&gt;Female Traits Involved---Situational Awareness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we play a game of this type the first thing we do is check out the map that is gonna be played. Then we adjust our weapon load out/ perks as needed. Most guys run with the same set up and wonder why the suck so bad compared to the girl their playing with. Well that's why. The real life equivalent to this could be packing a suit case for vacation.  Even if going on a vacation to a nice, tropical place we're not that much of a dumb ass to not pack a jacket/pants/sweater/raincoat incase the weather changes. Now this can apply to any game were nothing is a constant, such as RE5, Killzone2, or even a plat-former like Batman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burnout Paradise---Racing&lt;br /&gt;Female Traits Involved---Attention to Detail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this type of game there are 2 crucial elements at play: street names and obstacle interaction.  Clipping the computer controlled car on the back bumper will cause it to spin out and run into the dickhead chasing after us. Driving the lighter stunt car lets us actually DO THE FUCKING STUNTS instead of the giant tank van your driving so you can take us out at every fucking corner. When racing these things come in even more handy. Looking for a street name and not a land mark gives us the freedom of making our own routes, we have no need to follow the turning promts at the top of the screen. These work even better at games like GT5 were the grade of the road and speed entering turns come into play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rockband---Musical&lt;br /&gt;Female Traits Involved---Focus, Just Being Awesome ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one gaming area that could actually transfer over into real life. Maybe not the plastic guitar part but the drums and singing can. The drumming can help with timing and the singing can help with pitch/voice control. When notes come down the track guys tend to group them together, ie: "well if that one girl is a bitch her friends must be too". We seperate the notes in to individuals ie:" that one guy's a asshat but I'll still dance with his friend".  Plus you have to look at whats infront of you, not whats coming down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you get beat by a girl don't get all mad and quit. Just remember we're more "equiped" to play games lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just lie to me baby!!!!...................&lt;br /&gt;Today I was in the Singstar space with some friends and a guy approached me. Blah blah blah...."do u wanna c my pic?". I say know Im not interested so he ask why. So I reply "ok fine, ill lie to u....sure!!! I would love to see ur pic!!!" Do you know this e-tard agreed? You really rather I lie to you than take rejection? Fine. I'm more than happy to oblige you. I'll start lying to get guys to leave me alone. You think I'm a guy? Ok cool, Ill work on sprouting a penis but this might take a while. You think I'm fat? I just ate a stick of deep fried butter with a side of stuff I found behind the fridge. I'm mean because I'm lonely? I'm lonely because mean you jerkface!! Thanks for reminding me of how sad my life is!! Now I'm gonna go jump off the balcony of my summer house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this blog is so long. I took a break after the first part to play some GuitarHero and a guy kept........ahhhh Im not explaining myself. You dont wanna read it go fuck your self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace^, A-Town Down, Seacreast out!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-5161225526521683107?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/5161225526521683107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/5161225526521683107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/men.html' title='Men...............'/><author><name>DejaStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628882674144083323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCq3Dn5qYXw/Shx7aTKbXwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qo0sOZakccU/S220/fashion-illustration-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-5904129522347771696</id><published>2009-09-16T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:41:14.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WavyCrockette gettin punked!</title><content type='html'>Wavy... you know where i live... you know where we ALL LIVE... this video is proof WAVY be gettin PUNKEd by People on PSN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NujgQuoq0MQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NujgQuoq0MQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/8217173464802805346-5904129522347771696?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/5904129522347771696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/5904129522347771696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/wavycrockette-gettin-punked.html' title='WavyCrockette gettin punked!'/><author><name>SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782353617772679920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SY9z-4yuuLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7Af_2lsErR4/S220/IMG00500.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-5910138511259105613</id><published>2009-09-16T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T15:42:06.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 The Record To You Pervs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so I was chilling in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CP&lt;/span&gt; the other day, and this guy comes up &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yttahpaekoms&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he says the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;usuall&lt;/span&gt; "Hi, how are you doing?" Of course I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tried to be nice at first and&lt;/span&gt; said "Hi" back. Then not a second later I get a message from this guy, it displayed a picture of his dick. I mean seriously I say "Hi" back and you think now I want a Dick Pic. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; well I came across this MOD on home in the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CP&lt;/span&gt;, I explained to her what was said and what was sent to me. But for some reason she wasn't even wanting to pay attention, I don't know maybe cause she was dancing in the middle of a group of dudes virtually humping her. I mean she was talking and all just not to anyone but the guys around her. I tried numerous times to get her attention but she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; having it. So long story short I got a hold of M&amp;amp;M's and told him bout the mod acting very lame. He personally got a hold of his friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;GW&lt;/span&gt; and had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt; bout the situation. Well needless to say the MOD that was ignoring me, got a 2 day suspension for playing around while on the job, basically. Now 4 the record to you pervs out there, get a fucking girlfriend, a blow up doll, or maybe a tighter grip on your penis, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;IDK&lt;/span&gt; but seriously stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;harassing&lt;/span&gt; us women out there, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; care bout your dirty pics, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; care about all that shit. We care about having fun, fuck what your thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-5910138511259105613?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/5910138511259105613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/5910138511259105613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/4-record-to-you-pervs.html' title='4 The Record To You Pervs...'/><author><name>Jennever</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9abYZGBIShc/SsEbITmpkGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9Y3cDP4ry28/S220/Image20090922214015284.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-601289462221929103</id><published>2009-09-14T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T09:22:21.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mrs glasswalls</title><content type='html'>Hello how are you this fine day mrs walls. I know we had our differences. Since you decided to help us out. I told myself i'd run a new leaf and help you out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asshole number 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/Sq5n7s1mXBI/AAAAAAAAAjM/xHoD5dOeTcY/s1600-h/IMG01242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/Sq5n7s1mXBI/AAAAAAAAAjM/xHoD5dOeTcY/s320/IMG01242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381352880100236306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sign on home... and i followed avian and i came across this child, well he acted like a child because i ignored him and he followed me around... not to mention he threaten to report me only because i would not speak to him. I walked away, he followed and called me dumb ho's only because i wouldn't talk to him... then When i told him who i was and that i would tell GW for the false report. he started to type "F*** You mod f*** You mod" orr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/Sq5nmcZknvI/AAAAAAAAAjE/xkbShPV96pc/s1600-h/IMG01244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/Sq5nmcZknvI/AAAAAAAAAjE/xkbShPV96pc/s320/IMG01244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381352514910461682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, How are you going to harrass me... then report me for not speaking to you and THEN!!!!! Say f the mods!? sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only got 1 thing to say about this avatar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/Sq5ob5yoJRI/AAAAAAAAAjU/RvyJIwcRLyg/s1600-h/IMG01246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/Sq5ob5yoJRI/AAAAAAAAAjU/RvyJIwcRLyg/s320/IMG01246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381353433333245202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;UnblockaNARD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OXNARD CA!!! nuff said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;This Guy... sent me a message with the typical "wanna mic and cam?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/Sq5sUU-q9iI/AAAAAAAAAjc/OP-XgxojvoM/s1600-h/IMG01247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/Sq5sUU-q9iI/AAAAAAAAAjc/OP-XgxojvoM/s320/IMG01247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381357701239076386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So i took a chance right... and i said something off the wall, here is what i said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/Sq5sUhElV6I/AAAAAAAAAjk/tesfpAQMrFE/s1600-h/IMG01250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/Sq5sUhElV6I/AAAAAAAAAjk/tesfpAQMrFE/s320/IMG01250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381357704485099426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^ thats what i said to him...lol and yea he got excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/Sq5sVCW7oPI/AAAAAAAAAjs/0fKz4d60FI4/s1600-h/IMG01248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/Sq5sVCW7oPI/AAAAAAAAAjs/0fKz4d60FI4/s320/IMG01248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381357713420427506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yea SO i told him.... LMAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/Sq5sVtEyR9I/AAAAAAAAAj0/Bw4SeCBNX84/s1600-h/IMG01249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/Sq5sVtEyR9I/AAAAAAAAAj0/Bw4SeCBNX84/s320/IMG01249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381357724887042002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;im done bloggin, enjoy my new Rated Unblockable site&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-601289462221929103?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/601289462221929103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/601289462221929103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-mrs-glasswalls.html' title='Dear Mrs glasswalls'/><author><name>SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782353617772679920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SY9z-4yuuLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7Af_2lsErR4/S220/IMG00500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/Sq5n7s1mXBI/AAAAAAAAAjM/xHoD5dOeTcY/s72-c/IMG01242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-7098678315104584613</id><published>2009-09-09T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:03:52.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an UnNormal SoSe Day</title><content type='html'>Have you ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well no you haven't cause none of you are sose... hmmm well Lets just say today i signed on home and it was, how can i explain it. Not normal???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't get hit on... i didn't... not once... not... once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't even get L1 attacked. No hello... no where are you from.... no... nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However. I did go into the mall. When i got there... i was Digitally asked out, upon arriving there. I guess my last blog someone read it and warned people. Guys were NICE on playstation home. What is really going on???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well maybe i spoke to soon, as im blogging this. some Nerd just walked up to me saying "nice back icey" wow... perv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/Sqhj8KA6WvI/AAAAAAAAAio/Yw9ER1pgBrk/s1600-h/IMG01236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/Sqhj8KA6WvI/AAAAAAAAAio/Yw9ER1pgBrk/s320/IMG01236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379659640025537266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he sent this message before he said it... with that said... whats it like to be a girl on home? its ok sometimes. But most of the time all the boys want to "play a game" and its nothing on playstation...he keeps following me around too i guess you can call this a live blog. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Well this blog started off un-normal. Now since i went to the bowling alley it went right back. when i started i was in central plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/Sqhk9mGZKII/AAAAAAAAAiw/G6P5sZ-brto/s1600-h/IMG01237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/Sqhk9mGZKII/AAAAAAAAAiw/G6P5sZ-brto/s320/IMG01237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379660764256217218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See the "hey sexy" messages. Im sure every female has got their Share of this... im sorry i haven't picked on 1 guy yet. I just think they are all the same. Honestly... its becoming quite ridiculous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regaurdless... Im too lazy to get my azz up and put this money on this CC so i can buy this new website... as far as the New flash site... we are raising money... to purchase it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and MICHAEL PORTER!! IM STILL LOOKING FOR YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-7098678315104584613?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/7098678315104584613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/7098678315104584613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/unnormal-sose-day.html' title='an UnNormal SoSe Day'/><author><name>SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782353617772679920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SY9z-4yuuLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7Af_2lsErR4/S220/IMG00500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/Sqhj8KA6WvI/AAAAAAAAAio/Yw9ER1pgBrk/s72-c/IMG01236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-4063093715839792705</id><published>2009-09-08T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T16:27:49.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Labor Free Weekend!!</title><content type='html'>So this past weekend my 2 favorite fellas took a trip down to Mississippi to visit some of my husbands family. I decided that sense I hate the very thought of sitting on a pig farm talking about hauling Pulp wood and hunting "coons" that I would just stay home and relax. Besides, I could use a little "ME" time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday..................&lt;br /&gt;Im going dancing!!!!!! I put on some pants that were too tight and a shirt that was too small and met up with my bitches at a club downtown. I missed the "Free drinks for ladies" hour but thats ok....Im feeling especially full of myself anyway ^_^. I get in, met up with my friends, catch up drink wise and hit the floor. Then KABLAM!!!! I got a monkey on my back. Errrrr...actually I got a monkey on my ass. A ass monkey if you will. The first song I just kept moving his hands back to my waistline. The second song I held his hands. The third song I slammed into him hard enough to make him double over and drop his cheap ass in house beer that smelled like rotten bread and poo water all over himself. Meh...all for the better I suppose. I like dancing with the lack of getting pregnant in front of a room full of people anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday.................&lt;br /&gt;      Ahhhhh......nothing is quite as awesome as a warm Saturday morning. Sun shining, it still feels a bit like Summer. What a great day to get drunk!!!! All my real life friends are resting up so I turn to my E-friends, E-Cash to be exact. After debating on playing a game we decide to just drink. So what its 10am in the morning, he's usually at work and Im usually knee deep in rancid baby innards and dirty laundry. We "BRB" to go get supplies for the day and eat. While out picking up my poison of choice I get the notion that I should try something new. I get the most ridiculous cigar I can afford. Maybe I'll go "Bill Clinton" on myself if I get.....ummm....lonely??&lt;br /&gt;      Back at home I figure it would behoove me to eat something so I grab a loaf of white bread and a jar of peanut butter, YUMMY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;      The game we decide on is "what plaza bears say"....if a guys ask me where I'm from Cash takes a shot, if he ask my age I take one. Well at first things were definitely going my way.........."where are you from?" ing the shit out of me, but seeming to not care about my age. I had him on the ropes!!!! Then every scrub is all of a sudden interested in how old I am. Now when it comes to drinking Im not a sprinter, more  of a marathon runner. Hell, it takes me 2 hours to drink a Mike's hard lemonade. After and 3 hours of this I........................................&lt;br /&gt;       Its 1am??? Damn I missed the whole damn day!!! And who the hell threw up in the kitchen sink on the dishes??? Oh wait, probably me. Well, Im still feeling pretty shitty so Ill just grab a 7up and go back to bed. Ill clean this shit up in the morning...well, more in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;       Its 6am!!! I feel like a million bu...........Who the hell threw up in the sink on the dirty dishes??? Oh right, I did that. Why didnt I just wash them when I got the 7up? Ahh well, at least Im feeling better. Sunday is spent doing boring stuff, cleaning, washing, frebreezing all the fabric in my house so it doesnt smell like a strip club, sniffing Desmond's oneies, his crib, his towel......god I miss my baby :(&lt;br /&gt;       Well its Sunday night and nobody has to work tomorrow so I think Ill step out again for a night on the town. I call my "backup" friends and see what their doing. I usually dont hang with them because they always wanna go to some shitty hole-in-the wall club. They tell me to meet them at........ a shitty hole-in-the wall club. I get there and THIS PLACE IS PACKED!!!! Its gotta be 200 over fire code its sooooo many people. It takes all most 20mins just to get a drink, which is watered down -_-, and about another 20 to find my friends. Their on the dance floor so now Im doing that weird "hold your drink" dance......you know the one where your trying to not spill your drink on somebody? Then it hits me like a swift kick to the vagina......"Did I put on deodorant???". I think I did but Im not a 100% sure. I sure hope I did. I did didnt I?? All well, I dont care what these people think anyway. I start dancing and get approached by a decent looking guy that ACTUALLY ASK can he dance with me. Polite....in a club??? This is maddness. Hell yeah you can dance with me!! So we start dancing and this dude can dance!! Im highly impressed. I wonder how is he in bed? No not really *really* lolol. After a few songs Im hot and sweaty and make my way to a seat under a air duct. Im looking around, just checking out the people as they go. Good Dancing Guy comes over and I ask him if he wants a drink......he turns me down. DAMNIT!!! I KNEW I  FORGOT TO WEAR DEODORANT!!! Im so stinky he doesnt even want me to get him drunk. Well this sucks. I just give him a smile and return to the dance floor with my arms down at my sides like a soldier at attention. And he follows me and we start dancing again. What the duce captain??? I know you like me cause you keep wanting to dance but you would let me buy you a drink?? Whatever. Im not trying to get him drunk, the drink is like a "thanx for asking me to dance, not assuming" kinda thing. But damnit if I dont wanna know why he turned me down. So I ask. His reply? "Well, my wife dont like going out dancing so I come alone. I hope i didnt offend you or anything. I just dont wanna give the impression Im here for anything more than dancing and company". WHAT?????WHAT????? Did I just meet a awesome guy in a shitty club??? Im gonna grind the shit outta this guy!!! I got my legs all wrapped around him and everything. Now Im having fun. I dont know if he was running game or not but it worked.  We have sex with our clothes on for about 3 more hours talking about being married and kids and stuff. At the end of the night he says, "well, heres my number incase you wanna hang out again. Oh and this is my house number in giving you so dont feel weird if my wife answers, Im gonna tell her who you are." Awwwwwwwwww.AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.  Thats so damn sweet. At to think I thought he was gonna say I smelled or he was gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday........&lt;br /&gt;Happy Labor Day everybody!!! Nothing really happened today. A weekend of drinking only gives me on thing...........Mud Butt. I couldnt stay out of the bathroom!!! My butt is sooooo sore from the constant wiping its crazy. What?? You dont wanna hear about this? Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats it. Hope you guys all enjoyed your weekend cause I sure enjoyed mine. Next Labor Day when they go out of town again Ill try to sleep with a girl or puke in the mouth of a stranger to have a better story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace^, A-Town Down, Seacreast out!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-4063093715839792705?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/4063093715839792705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/4063093715839792705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-labor-free-weekend.html' title='Happy Labor Free Weekend!!'/><author><name>DejaStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628882674144083323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCq3Dn5qYXw/Shx7aTKbXwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qo0sOZakccU/S220/fashion-illustration-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-4747706628460411230</id><published>2009-09-07T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:00:47.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation is over...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hellooooooooooooooooo all!!! its The BITCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I haven't been bloggin for a reason. That reason is because i literally hate playstation home. Let me ask Women this question...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You're in the plaza or the bowling alley. You're friends are there and you came to see them. All of a Sudden some piece of shit default avatar L1 attacks you with "hello, Where are you from?" and you ignore his lame fucking azz... then he tends to follow you. And continues because you don't answer... Then You tell him nicely. "hey please go away" and he responds with "you're probably fat in real life"... like OK if i was fat??? Why you try to talk to me and follow me around??...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SqV_8GqFJ6I/AAAAAAAAAiI/rCYGcIB2a6Q/s1600-h/IMG01231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SqV_8GqFJ6I/AAAAAAAAAiI/rCYGcIB2a6Q/s320/IMG01231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378846000519915426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;---                Surrounded by avatars... DEFAULT 1s... OK  so the conversation continues and he claims you're etheir fat or some stuck up bitch, or the best line ever "i just wanted to be friends and you wanted to be some stuck up bitch, don't be like that"  Ok i dont have time to be deleting someone on my list who probably played more games than you ever have instead of mackin E-Bitches on home. I rather not sit up and continuously get Chat invites and stupid messages from you Every single fucking time i sign on.... "hey ma"  or "sup"  "how you doin" Tf u got a radar on me or something? do u just STARE at the corner of your fucking screen and just wait for that female to sign on? the fuck is wrong with niggaz on playstation? Don't get me wrong this happens on xbox live as well but jesus. Are all Male gamers  Virgin pieces of shits and never talked to a female on a video game before?  i haven't been bloggin for the simple fact that i've ran into the same scenarios every fucking time i fucking log on... Now i've found a new problem. You know what Im not going to even mention this niggaz name. Cause i'll make his azz Famous "coughTycough"  But he has the same 1st name as the 1st nigga i blogged. I gotta say this mother fucker even Sends g0dly ice messages about the chicks he hangs with. Virtual parties Etc. Yoooooooooooooooooooooooo  -------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------- Speaking of Which.  I got a little Bone to Pick....  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TRUMPTITE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All i have to say to you is. What Video Do i have on you called "Home girls gone wild?" I've searched all over my PC, I've searched on Home...i've asked people, I even asked my own brain. I thought and thought and thought. I looked at my recorder... i looked for the disc of video evidence. I haven't found anything. Im going to start my own Private investigation about this video called " home girls gone wild" I'm intrigued. i mean, Sose Works without actually doing it?? I recall August was break time for the sose project.. Matter of fact we were working on a brand new flash site, Unfortunately they want the whole chunk for the site. We are raising money to purchase it. For now We are Rebuilding Webs. So for me Or MM's or anyone else to make some video... we all haven't been on home in over a month doing any "jobs" or Recording, i've just been hanging out.. I think the Trumpet done went to far up your nose and tickled your brain. But for you im going to find the culprit who has done this horrible horrible thing to you and have video evidence on you. Cause it surely isn't i... or anyone else in my group for that matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trump you're not a pedophile, you're not a lame ass, you're nothing that i know of for me to even "blog" or make a video about... you're not on my radar you're not on mm's radar. Stop making up stories to get attention. Thats lame enough for me to IGNORE! so trumptite = IS IGNORED! officially. But i will investigate on this video...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ten things i hate about playstation home. We were in the process of doing this, but you know what im just going to put together a LARGE parody video about this... i think it deserves it instead of a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SqWD--EPuuI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/MNn7hdl3HJM/s1600-h/IMG01227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SqWD--EPuuI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/MNn7hdl3HJM/s320/IMG01227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378850447799859938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is 1 of them.... WTF... gangs on home are the BEST... LOL, We got... the frosties, the hamsters, the reapers, the Snowman, ETC... The Ice Breakers... are here and they are here to freeze the day! YAY! (im not making fun of you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SqWEUVbT2OI/AAAAAAAAAiY/S3ptXxksYmc/s1600-h/IMG01185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SqWEUVbT2OI/AAAAAAAAAiY/S3ptXxksYmc/s320/IMG01185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378850814847867106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this mother fucker.... o i hate this wife beating piece of shit... I heard he was Janitor at a elementary school. Now please please people...  PLEASE we have been to Sony, we have called the authorities, and no one is listening. Now he is passing out Child porn... When i seen that i didn't even download it to my ps3... Sony did bann his 1st playstation because of us. He bought a new 1. He's back still on the server Asking the same thing " Do you have a webcam? i Do..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SqWHYtUT6MI/AAAAAAAAAig/7We0d5mjUmA/s1600-h/IMG01222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SqWHYtUT6MI/AAAAAAAAAig/7We0d5mjUmA/s320/IMG01222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378854188515322050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random messages  ^^^^    "blow me"&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't pay attention to people who want on my Site or want a video about them. Mr Jimbo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimbo jimbo... i will not mention you!!! Jimbo... you're not worth my  time Jimbo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to that Mafia network... LOL i don't visit your site. Nor do i care. I have my things im venturing off too. And uhhhhhh reviewing video games is not me... because im a HARDCORE gammer. I will tell you the worst things about a video game... matter fact look at the master of shitting over video games....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sose Leave this blog with you.... AVGN nerd on the WORST VIDEO GAME EVER CREATED.... 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background-color: black; height: 32px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.gametrailers.com/" title="GameTrailers.com"&gt;Video Games&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.gametrailers.com/game/3000.html" title="ScrewAttack"&gt;ScrewAttack&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.gametrailers.com/player/35929.html" title="Angry Video Game Nerd: Superman 64"&gt;Angry Video Game Nerd: Superman 64&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.gametrailers.com/platformlist/xb360/index.html" title="XBox 360"&gt;XBox 360&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.gametrailers.com/platformlist/ps3/index.html" title="PS3"&gt;Playstation 3&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.gametrailers.com/platformlist/wii/index.html" title="Wii"&gt;Nintendo Wii&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-4747706628460411230?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/4747706628460411230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/4747706628460411230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/vacation-is-over.html' title='Vacation is over...'/><author><name>SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782353617772679920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SY9z-4yuuLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7Af_2lsErR4/S220/IMG00500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SqV_8GqFJ6I/AAAAAAAAAiI/rCYGcIB2a6Q/s72-c/IMG01231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-2375162226503187619</id><published>2009-08-31T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T15:22:02.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the twisted lies of prix</title><content type='html'>hello world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel its important that i tell you about a person who is a liar and a thief to the worst extent,i will tell you this story by experiences and events that happened through times to wehre things didnt add up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first off ill tell you how i met this person, i went to a party a friend inv me to on home, then i ran into someone named acvjunior, when i introduced my self, she said "call me prix", um okay sure i said, then from there on out we became friends, and we started to hang out with eachother, then we started to talk about we both just came from breaking up with the home other halves, i just broke up with my gf, and she broke up with her bf, so, we both decided to remain friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day i get a msg saying that she changed her name to prix-, and no longer was using the acvjunior name. at first i thought it was odd that a girl would use the name acvjunior, and wanted to be called prix, but i didnt think much of it. so a few weeks later, prix sends me a picture of her and from the picture she was very pretty, but it still didnt matter we were friends, so i started to get to know this person, she said that her name is priscilla vasquez shes 19 from san ysidro (san diego) and is a full fledged nurse (Rn) and has one sister named "van" and is 21, she grew up poor in mexico and that  she had a father that died when she was young and has a birthday on may 29th (the day we met) and for some reason really really likes the song daylight by matt and kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as time goes by we started to hang out everyday, and out friends notice it, and prix asked me if i had an msn account, i did, and i added her acvjunior@live.com , and we started to talk more on msn, well i finally got a chance to meet her sister van on msn, she seemed nice from what i known, one day i get a msg from van saying that "oh i got a new msn account name and i should delete that one, well i said sure, but i didnt delete the name i kept it, cause it was odd, for a few days earlier, prix gets a hold of me using another email msn name acvjunior1@yahoo.comand talks to me for a few days, but goes back to useing the acvjunior@live.com, so this change in emails seemed very strange to me, but, unfortunantly im a trusting person, i take ppl for their word, ik, gullible lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, few weeks later "vans" old account turns into some guy name ARTURO and the old prix account changes in to Andres Vasquez,&lt;br /&gt;http://cid-36fb519c4d50e5e4.profile.live.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/Sp7CmSUGGeI/AAAAAAAAAiA/M7PQkCdqMhE/s1600-h/MSNAndres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/Sp7CmSUGGeI/AAAAAAAAAiA/M7PQkCdqMhE/s320/MSNAndres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376948968133892578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was fucking weird, but let me go back to home for a second,because with the name change, i end up meeting andres on home since prix had her "cousin Andres over at her house"  we were hanging out at my ghostbusterhouse and prix tells me that andres wanted her to go to his graduation, i was like you should go, prix was on the fence about it but then decided to go, then i asked what was his name he said andres, well my name is real name is andres as well, so i go on to say "andres is the best name in the galaxy" and prix's reply was "thanx"......why would prix thank me for saying that, wouldnt prix say "andres says thank you"? i just kept it to my self and made a mental note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all the name changes on msn i didnt say much of really anything,for one day i was talking to prix online and van showed up and said meet my "friend" arturo and that van just met him at a wal mart and didnt know how to set up a msn account and they gave vans old one, so we all talk, and such he said his name was arturo rodriguez, but i thought it was odd about the whole situation but said nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on home prix started to get to know everyone i knew and added them and would hang out with them, out of respect i will not name anynames for i know some ppl who visit this site knows this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then me and prix started to get serious about eachother, i wasnt looking for anything like that, but we hung out everyday and it just happened. so i asked her out and we were together and life was virtual peachy.later on, a friend of mine was able to get the penthouse and it was only available thru ppl who had the info via email. prix told me she had it and i told her to send it via email she did, but with the email account she sent me it said Priscilla M. i took a double take on it and i look up the link, well, it was priscilla, but for a person named priscilla moales..wtf?&lt;br /&gt;http://cid-32079ca9374b0bea.profile.live.com/&lt;br /&gt;i thought her last name was vasquez!? i got pissed, i approached her about it cause there are soo many name changes and emails being switched around that none of this made any sense, she told me that she had to hide from some people who were stalking her so she and her "cousins" switched around accounts but heres the supposed priscilla vasquez account&lt;br /&gt;http://cid-3aa29adccc67069e.profile.live.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still says priscilla M to my screen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay on home, well, this person has made some really wild stories regarding who she is ill go by what prix tells me and then what prix tells other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:i have an older sister named van whos 21&lt;br /&gt;them:i have a younger sister named van about 17&lt;br /&gt;me:im a full fledged nurse i need one more year to be a ER nurse&lt;br /&gt;them:im going to school to become a nurse&lt;br /&gt;then she told one of my friends, who is african american, that when she was at work one day that she saw two black dudes fighting outside the hospital on the street over a bucket of chicken,um...what!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prix told me that her sister in law didnt Want to take care of her own kids anymore so, prix and van had to take care of them, one 11 and the other 3, and told me that she was the only one working, so money is very tight....but then they go to mexico a week later for a wedding, i thought they didnt have any money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few days after they came back, prix posted a message in my clubhouse that she wouldnt be able to keep the house because they are taking care of them, well another flag came up, a 19 year old whos the only one working, living in a house, and always had the weekends off, because i asked if she could work the weekends for extra pay, she said no, then she tells two of my friends that she was going to have to file for bankruptcy because she needed $2200 for a new condo she was purchasing....19 years old and buying a new condo!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, she sent everyone pictures of her being the made of honor in the wedding, well i saw the pictures and...they look nothing like the girl in the pictures she sent me, her excuse was that her hair was longer and she was wearing no make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day prix tells me that she has to take iris to the dr cause she was really sick and that ashley the 11 year old niece was gonna play home, and that she dosent know how to play so, show her the ropes, fine i said, i get on home and i wait for her to msg me to where she is, intead i get an invite, and i meet ash, suppsosedly for the first time, but instead of going directly to central plaza, she somehow knew how to post picture frames and switch pictures in each frame, and was asking me about everyone on home that i knew, basically trying to get information from me, well this goes on for 15 minutes with the picture swapping and such, then i ask her, "huh, how long have you been on home?" her replay"only five seconds" odd, only five seconds and  knows how to put up frames swap pictures and send invites?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time goes by, and im falling for priscilla vasquez, hard, i would compliment her everyday, i would write her poetry every other weekend (any one wants to read one of them msg me :P)&lt;br /&gt;i mean i was crazy for her, and i started to really care for this girl,&lt;br /&gt;we were hangin out at my personal space and a friend came over and asked if we were ever gonna meet, then we both said, idk, then the next day i bring it up, "well weve been going out for an entire month, lets say we meet up in december?  she said well see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well two days later a friend of mine sent me a msg via xmb, saying that she REALLY needs to talk to me, "its about prix..." she says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get on msn, and my friend tells me that she gets on msn and talks to prix and says that she wanted to leave me, and regretted ever saying yes to going out with, and was scared that i wanted to meet her in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was distraught, i was hurt, and i was actually depressed over her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well a few days ago, a friend of mine told me to get on myspace and see an old hs friend from 7 years ago, so i did, i forgot i had a myspace. when i was on myspace i glanced at my msn contacts, and i saw prix's email acvjunior@live.com, a match showes up. it turned out that it was some guy named carlos, whos a racer, (hence the name prix) from mexico who grew up poor and his father died!&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/455015624&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i looked at acvjunior1@yahoo.com prix's old email it showes up as this&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/429158188&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andres Vasquez, age 19 from san ysidro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://friends.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=profile.friendmoods&amp;amp;friendID=429158188&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his birthday, MAY 29th LOVES THE SONG DAYLIGHT BY MATT AND KIM and everyone who knows prix, knows that he typed exactly  like this little fucker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Arturo Rodriguez, "vans bf" well on acvjunior@live.coms myspace this person makes a comment on "prix's" account&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/hellsbells231&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/Sp6_atnXZjI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Pz4BQH-GRIw/s1600-h/Myspace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/Sp6_atnXZjI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Pz4BQH-GRIw/s320/Myspace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376945470769161778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arturo Rodriguez 17 m from san ysidro and it turns out to be his neighbor and i had an interesting little chat with this person&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-6x4bybPG8/SqChHiXMT7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/uHinw6_6Dkc/s1600-h/convo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-6x4bybPG8/SqChHiXMT7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/uHinw6_6Dkc/s320/convo.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377475105935609778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is prix's youtube account&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/Puffy4ever1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reason im bringin this up is because prix&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-2375162226503187619?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/2375162226503187619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/2375162226503187619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2009/08/twisted-lies-of-prix.html' title='the twisted lies of prix'/><author><name>BeatboxingNinja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/Sp7CmSUGGeI/AAAAAAAAAiA/M7PQkCdqMhE/s72-c/MSNAndres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-2461657722353721194</id><published>2009-08-31T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:35:18.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Remember When.........</title><content type='html'>With a birthday fast approaching I've decided to take a look back at some of the things I remember from childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Remember.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could stay out side until the street lights came on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunburn was something that happened in movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullies just beat you up, not made you kill yourself over myspace comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pwn was spelled own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a game didnt work, you blew on the cartridge not send the system in for repairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had bedtimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fell off you bike you finished playing, THEN later that night you bitched about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you couldnt figure something out you asked you grandma/pa, not a message board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weed was the strongest drug around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the police and creepy old men had guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing House at school was our RPG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had a report to do you went to the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cool kids were the ones that played sports or were cheerleaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person you played co-op with was in the same room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend request was playing tag at recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing a video game in one run because there was no save data option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telephones only made calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google wasnt a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordans were Nike's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out on a Friday night ment a football game and maybe McDonalds(only if you would make it home in time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being grounded didnt mean sitting in your room watching tv and talking on the phone about being grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A IM was simply talking to the person next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only message you could forward was a note in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every kid in school had the same damn cold and nobody stayed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting beat up at school got you a ass beating at home, not a lawsuit for "emotional damage".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detention was AFTER school, NOT during.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting our old pants at the knees were the only jean shorts we knew of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cable was MTV, HBO, ESPN, and CNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summers were spent working for money for school clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only thing you could stream was water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks werent illegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American Idol was Hulk Hogan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our energy drink was koolaid with 2 pounds of sugar in it.(red of course ^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only red bull you knew of was the chicgao mascot Benny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbows were magic. Just magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mom would call you in the room to change the channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first place you had sex at was in somebodys momma bed, not a hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were embarrassed to buy condoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody "blogged" the first day back from summer vaction :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace^, A-Town Down, Seacreast Out!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-2461657722353721194?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/2461657722353721194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/2461657722353721194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-remember-when.html' title='I Remember When.........'/><author><name>DejaStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628882674144083323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCq3Dn5qYXw/Shx7aTKbXwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qo0sOZakccU/S220/fashion-illustration-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-5811113305069120793</id><published>2009-08-27T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:59:25.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The little Ninja's of Tomorrow SON!</title><content type='html'>The interviewsssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tsoE3-H7Xf8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&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/tsoE3-H7Xf8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ve0-LvEcvM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&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/5ve0-LvEcvM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/8217173464802805346-5811113305069120793?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/5811113305069120793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/5811113305069120793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-ninjas-of-tomorrow-son.html' title='The little Ninja&apos;s of Tomorrow SON!'/><author><name>SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782353617772679920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SY9z-4yuuLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7Af_2lsErR4/S220/IMG00500.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-4162437804356222135</id><published>2009-08-26T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T16:15:39.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Not Leaving..............</title><content type='html'>Since my last blog Ive been question by those thinking Im leaving the Sose site. My blog stated.....After conciderable thought I have decided to branch out and create my own blog. Some people dont like coming here and others dont like going to PSHT. Now Ill still blog my home experiences on both sites but my own blog will be more about my rl suff, such as my "My Brain Was Full" series. Basically my fan base is a lot bigger than I thought it was and I dont want the bias of one site over another. Ill keep everybody post on when/where it goes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What this means is.......After conciderable thought I have decided to branch out and create my own blog. Some people dont like coming here and others dont like going to PSHT. Now Ill still blog my home experiences on both sites but my own blog will be more about my rl suff, such as my "My Brain Was Full" series. Basically my fan base is a lot bigger than I thought it was and I dont want the bias of one site over another. Ill keep everybody post on when/where it goes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? There is no underlying message there. I havent gotten into it with anybody and Im not being kicked off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Other News........&lt;br /&gt;Today I was watching a Animal plant show on the African savanna. On the show a lion was attacking a group of cheetahs, a momma and 2 cubs. Well in the end the momma cheetah was killed but not before she got her babies to safety. The whole time I was jumping on the bed yelling"YOU GO GIRL!!!! SHOW THEM BITCHES MOMMY'S AINT NOTHING TO FUCK WITH!!!!!" I was feeling hyphie after watching this so decided to carry my newly-impowered ass&lt;br /&gt;downtown to have a bit with a few friends. While waiting on a table I was approached by a rather handsome-looking young man, prehaps in his early 20's. Our conversation went as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy:Well hello there.&lt;br /&gt;Me:Hello&lt;br /&gt;Boy:Im Mark, and you are?&lt;br /&gt;Me:Nice to meet you Mark, Im Married&lt;br /&gt;Boy:Mary, thats a pretty name&lt;br /&gt;Me:I said Married, not Mary&lt;br /&gt;Boy:Oh ok. Can I buy you a drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glance down at the stroller Im leaning on then at the watch Im wearing.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: So how about it?&lt;br /&gt;Me:Im out with my child and its 11;23 in the morning. Who the hell drinking in this situation???&lt;br /&gt;Boy:(noticing my friends are now laughing at him) Ill be right back, wait here.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I think its apparent we're waiting on a table, where else would we go?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Haha ok ok, you got me. I'll be right back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark goes off and returns with a friend with a name that wasnt impressive  enough to remember......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy:Hey this is my friend Buttface&lt;br /&gt;Buttface:Hello ladies. Thats a very pretty little woman you have there.&lt;br /&gt;Me:Ummmmm.....he's a boy thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;Buttface: I was talking to him about you*flashes smile*&lt;br /&gt;Me:Hmmm, clever.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: We have a booth in the corner and its only the 2 of us. Would you ladies like to join us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My slut ass friend senseing a fre meal in the works jumps at it. We sit down, i spend most of my time talking to Desmond so I dont feel like a 3rd wheel. Besides, Im talking to the hottest guy at the table anyway ^_^. So the check comes......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buttface: I think we can get this in return for the company you ladies have provided us with.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Yeah, it was a pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well if you dont mind Ill pay for my own. I have to get something to go anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Please let me.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then scan the menu and get 2 lobster tails wrapped in bacon and a order of goat cheese nachos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Man, your a expensive date.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Like I said, ill pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: No no no, I got it. Money is no object.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok wallstreet lololololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry-out comes to the table, they pay, we exchanges good bys and thank you's for the meal. Buttface gets the number from my slut friend so inturn Mark looks over at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Let me give you a buisness card. Just in case........&lt;br /&gt;Me: Just in case what? (he's a producer) I wanna make a infomercial??&lt;br /&gt;Boy: No haha....just in case you wanna hang out again. Bisides, I make beats.&lt;br /&gt;Me:Oh ok. But here you go, Im not gonna call you.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Come on just keep it. I did just buy you lunch and dinner for later.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, you bought me a $12 cobb salad and and my husband a $35  homard et dîner de lard fumé.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: What?? I bought that for your husband??&lt;br /&gt;Me:Sure did. Maybe Ill give him your card and you 2 can go out for a drink or a movie&lt;br /&gt;Buttface: I dont know why you was messing with her anyway cuz, you didnt see her playing with her ring everytime you said something?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Maaaaannnnnnn......this playa just got played. Its cool tho....not like you was a dime piece, at best you just something on the side, a plaything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now mind you Im wearing a ponytail, lip gloss no make-up, a t-shirt, some jeans(rather flattering I might add -_^) and some k-swiss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: And it took you $47 and 2 hours to figure that out??&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Whatever. Nice meeting you anyway Miss. Stuck-up&lt;br /&gt;Me:Hey!!! The names Mary lololololol!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral to the story.....lobster taste better when you didnt buy it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace^, A-Town Down, Seacreast Out!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-4162437804356222135?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/4162437804356222135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/4162437804356222135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-not-leaving.html' title='Im Not Leaving..............'/><author><name>DejaStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628882674144083323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCq3Dn5qYXw/Shx7aTKbXwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qo0sOZakccU/S220/fashion-illustration-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-3689105841284779009</id><published>2009-08-25T22:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:08:36.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JenneverWin Project</title><content type='html'>Hard Cock aka... MPorter AGAIN! caught by Jennever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oi1F9CQ5q58&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&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/oi1F9CQ5q58&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/8217173464802805346-3689105841284779009?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/3689105841284779009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/3689105841284779009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2009/08/jenneverwin-project.html' title='JenneverWin Project'/><author><name>SoSe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07782353617772679920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nf6dS62kaGc/SY9z-4yuuLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7Af_2lsErR4/S220/IMG00500.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217173464802805346.post-3940986713299455248</id><published>2009-08-25T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T06:59:50.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen close I have a story to tell.......</title><content type='html'>The time between my last blog and this one has been filled with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;up's&lt;/span&gt; and downs.....way more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;up's&lt;/span&gt; than downs but the downs were pretty far down there. If Satan himself dug a hole with a drill off of a oil rig he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; get lower than Ive been. But being as arrogant as I am, I figured my low days are higher that the good days most of people could hope to ever achieve so I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shouldnt&lt;/span&gt; be bitching about them. Now...some of you reading this might be saying "how dare her???". But the thing is some of my friends have gone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; some real shit lately. I compare it to the stuff I been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; and think "wow, my situation could be way worst than it really is". So I guess I owe you guys a thank you for having a shittier life than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those that took offence to that above......&lt;br /&gt;Really?? Your really mad enough over something I typed to get real life butt hurt over it?? I have a remedy for you.......GO FUCK YOUR LIFE! You should only be reading this for entertainment, not information. See? Different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Mines.....&lt;br /&gt;Most people that greet me ask "how u doing?" and "how is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; family?" At first I was getting sick of it thinking people were testing me. But now I realize that people care more for me and my family than they do anybody else. Nothing bad on anybody else....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;we're&lt;/span&gt; just more likeable i guess. And sure some are thinking....."well I ask about others families just not in front of other people". To that I say...my family is so important to other people that they want others input on different ways to praise us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hellz&lt;/span&gt;......lots of people have pictures of the beautiful child I produced &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Peu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kellz&lt;/span&gt; and Dani.........&lt;br /&gt;I accused you guys of being bad friends for not hanging around and for that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; sorry because I was doing the exact same thing. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; hanging around you guys either and used the fact that your always in private as an excuse. Shame on me and slap my hand with a wooden spoon :(..I must say tho that avoiding drama is not a good excuse. As I witnessed last night being in private is not a shit shield. So why not come back out to the plaza? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Somebodys&lt;/span&gt; involved in some bullshit for using common sense and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;somebodys&lt;/span&gt; involved in crap over a break up of a popular couple. I personally loath being in private and as soon as another friend(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;SCOM&lt;/span&gt;) came on home I basically ran to her. I stay in public so all my friends have access to me at all times while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; on Home. Besides, what good is a friend if you cant talk to them when you need them??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Opinion........&lt;br /&gt;So you've read all of this and have decided your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to attempt to confront me and at the same time pretended my words &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; affected you. And by confront me I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;necessarily&lt;/span&gt; mean face to face. God knows that never happens. At best their will be a forum post about how full of my self I am. On the internet nothing is every handled in the adult way. It will go something  like this:&lt;br /&gt;    Deja is such a bitch/slut/fake/whore because blah blah blah blah.......&lt;br /&gt;The blahX4 comes from the fact that after my name comes up people that know me dont give a shit about what else is said.  But thanks for your opinion. Im happy that what I have to say affects you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging on time......&lt;br /&gt;The thing about my blogs is that I do them when I have something to say. I dont have a subject and I cant make them up. Honostly my favorite subject is myself. I like talking about me. I like to think it brings me and my friends closer because I tell everything about me. I leave nothing to the imagination. Some think that I let people know to much but I think its being a real life friend. Im trying to go beyond being a internet friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the cute guy that kisses me in the pants.........&lt;br /&gt;I like hanging with Romeo. I think everybody likes hanging out with Romeo. How can you not like somebody that puts everything on the line? When he's wrong he straight up admits he was. Not many people, real or internet, we'll say "Im sorry I was wrong". And that means a lot to people. Everybody wants a friend thats truthful and sweet and Im happy I have one ^_^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the guy that sucks at games................&lt;br /&gt;E-Cash. I dont even know how to approch this lol. I just like being around you. Sometimes it may seem like Im being hard on you but Im not. I just dont want you to feel different so I treat you like I would anybody else. At this point in my life I really cant be the party girl i was 11months ago. So playing games and hanging at home is where its at for me. My real life friends all have older children or none at all. Im the only one with a brand new baby.I cant jump up and go to a club on a whim anymore. You have every game I have and are always willing to play with me. You joke that your happy you met me but it is I who is happy I met you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own blog.......&lt;br /&gt;After conciderable thought I have decided to branch out and create my own blog. Some people dont like coming here and others dont like going to PSHT. Now Ill still blog my home experiences on both sites but my own blog will be more about my rl suff, such as my "My Brain Was Full" series. Basically my fan base is a lot bigger than I thought it was and I dont want the bias of one site over another. Ill keep everybody post on when/where it goes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace^ A-Town Down Seacreast Out!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8217173464802805346-3940986713299455248?l=thesoseproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/3940986713299455248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8217173464802805346/posts/default/3940986713299455248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoseproject.blogspot.com/2009/08/listen-close-i-have-story-to-tell.html' title='Listen close I have a story to tell.......'/><author><name>DejaStar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12628882674144083323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCq3Dn5qYXw/Shx7aTKbXwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qo0sOZakccU/S220/fashion-illustration-2.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
